Fall 1966 - Nancy - Story Completed!!!!

Postby Tom Ford » Sat Apr 30, 2011 7:08 pm

I know I haven't finished with Louise's Initiation, but I have only one chapter left on that story anyway, and I'll post the last part on that story soon.

I decided, if you don't mind, to post the first part of the next story. It happened after Louise's Initiation and after I had the use of my left arm back.

I hope you like this one.
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Fall 1966 - Nancy - Part I

Postby Tom Ford » Sat Apr 30, 2011 7:24 pm

Fall 1966

Nancy

Part I

Dragged From Bed
(f/mf)


The last story was about Louise’s initiation into our games. The rest of that weekend was devoid of tie-up games. The next tie up games happened the next week, Saturday.

It was a cold Saturday morning. I decided to sleep in that morning, as it was too cold outside and too warm in bed. And when I woke up and cannot get back to sleep, I just got a book but remained in bed.

It was already ten in the morning. I was still too lazy to come down. Twice, my brother and sister enticed me to go down, but I refused. A few minutes later, Angela (10) came in. She was wearing a blue cotton dress, thick tights, and a thick blue sweater.

I assumed that she also would try to make me go down. She did, but with drastic methods.

“Tom, come down! You’ve been in that bed for too long!” said Angela.

“No. Maybe later,” I said.

“In that case,” Angela said, “put your hands up!”

I peered from the edge of my book, and I saw that she was pointing a loaded water pistol at me. “Rules are rules, and what you’re reading isn’t school related,” she said. She’s right. I was reading a children’s stories book.

“Could you capture me later? I promise to surrender,” I said, burying myself into the covers of the bed.

“Tom! Now!” she commanded.

I decided it isn’t worth it to fight Angela over me staying in bed, so I reluctantly got up, yawned, and did my bed.

Angela squirted me in the face.

“Hey, what was that for?” I protested.

“I know I have to leave because you’ve got to change from your pjs, so that’s just insurance. You’re mine! And you know it!” Angela said before leaving. “Don’t try to escape. I’ll wait for you outside of your door.”

If I had just woken up when she first told me so. Then again, she had a loaded gun with her, so she’ll probably just squirt and capture me just the same. After all, we’re on opposite teams. Anyway, I wasn’t tied up for a long time, not since before my accident, so this is kind of welcome for me.

I quickly changed, and told Angela to come in when I was ready.

My hands were already up when she came into my room. I asked that I wash my hands and face and have breakfast (well, considering the time when I finally left my room, a midmorning snack would be a more appropriate term). She complied, but indicated to me that I should walk down with my hands up to indicate my status as her captive.

As we went down, we were greeted by my siblings.

“I told you I can get him down,” Angela smirked to Andrew when we reached the first floor.

“Ha! I should’ve done that!” he laughed.

“You’re going to tie him up?” Betty asked.

“Yes! I’ve been looking forward to this since that accident,” Angela replied.

“Yup! Typical Angela,” I said as we walked towards the bathroom.

“Wow! Tom is going to be tied up!” Barney (7), my younger brother, exclaimed.

I washed my face and my hands, then walked to the kitchen, still accompanied by my siblings. Betty whispered something to Angela, and both girls giggled.

My mother prepared me some snacks—I think it was cookies and orange juice. After I ate, I dutifully faced my captors.

“Now what?” I asked.

“Go to Andrew’s room! Keep your hands up!” she ordered.

I dutifully complied. I joked with my two brothers about my situation while we were going up. Betty mysteriously vanished while we were going up.

When we reached my brother’s room, Angela asked Andrew if she could use his tie-up supplies.

Andrew nodded his consent.

She gave the water pistol to Andrew. “Watch him,” she ordered as she untangled the ropes and selected a long white soft rope. “Thomas, hands behind your back!”

I complied, and I once again felt my wrists being encircled by soft cotton rope. I felt it being wrapped, then being tightened considerably. I winced. Angela then wrapped the trailing ends around my waist. She finished off by cinching the remaining ends between the wrists and my body.

Now for the gag. My brother handed her a couple of old handkerchiefs. She took one and balled it up and presented it to my mouth.

I had no choice but to open up. She smiled as she stuffed the cloth in my mouth, then plastered my mouth with duct tape, essentially covering my lower face from nose to chin, from ear to ear.

“There! Now he’s all nice and done!” Angela remarked as she pushed me down on the bed so I was sitting on my brother’s bed.

At that moment, the door opened, and three girls entered. Louise (9) (who I later learned was called by Betty by phone), Betty (8), my sister, who waited for Louise at the door, and to our surprise, Nancy (9), the older of David’s little sisters. All three girls were wearing dresses the hem of which reached to a few inches below the knee, at the middle of their calves, and because of the cold weather, thick woollen tights, and sweatshirts.

“Tom! What have you done with him!” Louise shrieked as Betty swarmed over me, fussing over every detail of my situation. My sister ruffled my hair and pinched my cheeks, but Andrew told her not to tickle me, at least not yet. Nancy just stood at the door staring at us.

“Same thing that we’ll do to you,” Angela said as she grabbed the water pistol and squirted Louise with it.

Louise knew our rules, but being a newbie at our games, stood still for a couple of moments before giggling and raising her hands.

“I’ll tie her,” Angela said, and Andrew merely shrugged as he let the redhead do her thing.

Angela pulled her hands behind her and tied them with white rope. Her hands were crossed and were lashed vertically and horizontally and vertically and cinched in between her wrists.

Angela took a folded handkerchief, wadded it into a ball, and told Louise, “open up!”

“Please don’t gag me! I won’t scream! Besides, no one will hear me even if I do! I promise I’ll be good. Please don’t—!”

Her rants were interrupted by Angela inserting the cloth inside her mouth. She took a bandana, tied it across her open mouth, and rather tightly tied it behind her head. Still not satisfied, she taped her mouth over the bandana cleave gag and handkerchief stuffing five or six long strips across the lower part of her face, effectively cocooning everything from Louise’s nose to her chin.

While they were tying Louise up, my attention was on Nancy.

“So, where’s David?” my older brother asked. “And why aren’t you with Cathy?”

“David has chores to do so he sent me ahead here,” said Nancy. “Cathy insisted on helping my brother, so she also told me go here first. They said you all have a surprise for me.”

“Oh yes, the surprise!” Andrew said, chuckling. “Come here, and I’ll show you!”

Nancy seemed to suspect that something was afoot, but when she began backing out the door, it was blocked by my younger brother, Barney. Then, Betty grabbed her, and Angela, who finally was finished with Louise, approached them.
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Re: Fall 1966 - Nancy

Postby viking » Sun May 01, 2011 12:50 pm

personally i don't mind at all that you started your next story before you finnished your previous one, as long as you finnish that story as well in the near future.

i'm also looking forward to the next part of this story. i like how it turned out so far.
Once a scout, always a perverted pyromaniac with a fetish for knives and duct tape

Re: Fall 1966 - Nancy

Postby sarumansauron » Mon May 02, 2011 12:06 pm

Great Start! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Fall 1966 - Nancy - Part II

Postby Tom Ford » Sat May 14, 2011 3:37 am

Sorry for the long delay in update. I have been busy lately.

Thanks to viking and sarumansauron for the message.

Fall 1966

Nancy

Part II

Nancy in Peril
(m+f/mff)


Nancy started struggling, but when Angela jumped in the fray, the issue was quickly decided. “Oh come now! Don’t be a baby!” Angela implored.

“Yup! I know for a fact that David ties you up almost everyday for the past few weeks, and sometimes he leaves you and Cathy bound for two hours,” Andrew said as Nancy was dragged towards where he was. “You’re nine, and so, all of us could tie you up anywhere!”

Nancy stopped struggling. “So the surprise was you’re going to tie me up? I knew it!”

“Yes. It was David’s idea!” Andrew said. “Your brother basically handed you to us! Besides, you’ve interfered lots of times in our games in the past. Now it is payback time.”


It’s true. While Nancy and Cathy (7) had interfered less than Betty and Maggie had in our games, they, on occasion, interfered just the same. My brother and I particularly wanted to tie her up for a long time, and were disappointed that her brother, David, got to her a lot earlier than we did, but I suppose that was to be expected. To us, at that point, the most memorable experience with her was when she attempted to kick my brother and his team mates for refusing to let her tickle our captives (see Spring 1966: Surprises in the May 2002 archives). Thus, she was the first one who became eligible to be tied up by members of my family who regularly interfered in our games.

Nancy was a little small, about a few inches shorter than Angela. She had long blond hair and blue eyes. She was a little spitfire, and before being tied up by his brother, was a constant pain in his life. However, David assured us, once he started tying her up, she became much more tolerable and even became friendly to him. I guess the fear of being tied up by your big brother was a big motivator. Even though it was obvious that she doesn’t mind being tied up at all.


“Well I guess you can tie me up if you can,” said Nancy.

“What do you mean, if you can?” Angela asked.

Nancy smiled, giggled, then suddenly shouted at the top of her voice. “HELP! I’M BEING KIDNAPPED! HELP! LET ME GO!!!”

Betty was still holding her tight, but she started kicking her legs, and stepped on my sister’s foot. My sister let go as she shouted “ouch!” and Nancy turned to the door. But Barney blocked the way, and Andrew and Angela soon tackled her. They soon maneuvered her on the floor, but Nancy kept shouting.

“HELP! HELP! I’M BEING ABDUCTED!!”

Before they could shut her up, Mom suddenly appeared. “What is all that shouting about?”

“Help Mrs. Ford! I’m being tied up and kidnapped!” Nancy pleaded, but she was giggling in between words that made it was plain that she was having fun.

“That’s nice. But don’t play so loud. You’ll wake up the dead,” my mother said, admonishing us all before going down. My mother usually asks us if we consented to being tied up if she found us bound, but our answers were always the same, and that she knew we all tied each other up, that sometimes, she just let us play without even asking questions.

“Yes, Mom,” Andrew said.

As soon as Mom left, Nancy opened her mouth, obviously to shout once more, but Betty, thinking quickly, took one of the scattered handkerchiefs on the floor and popped it into her open mouth, then quickly covered it with her hand. “Brother, Angela, tie her up, quickly!”

My brother and Angela quickly forced her hands behind her. Andrew then grabbed a nearby long piece of rope and tied her wrists rather tightly behind her back. It was done in the usual fashion for us—crisscross, then cinched in the middle.

Nancy kept screaming despite the fact that her mouth was already stuffed and covered by Betty’s hand. Luckily, the gag was heavy enough that her shouts were by this time only faint mews that merely entertained us. Andrew then reached for another wide bandana which he’d use to hold the packing in.

Barney, who stood guard at the door, came in to watch the proceedings more closely as they gagged Nancy. I looked at the door. It was wide open. My feet weren’t bound yet. All of their attention was focused on Nancy. I was seated on the bed. Here was my opportunity.

I quickly stood up and walked out the door as quickly as I can. I heard footsteps behind me but ignored it. I entered the hall, and I saw that the door to my room was open. I quickly entered and tried to use my body to close the door. However, before I can do it, somebody entered. It was Louise, also bound and gagged, but with her feet free. Angela and Andrew apparently forgot to tie them up. I quickly closed the door, and locked it by pushing my nose against the lock mechanism. The doorknob to my room, I remember, was one where you just press a button on the knob to lock it, and turn it around to unlock it from the inside. From the outside, you need a key.

Louise and I both sighed in relief as we heard a lot of shouting from Andrew’s room. Apparently, they had discovered our escape from right under their noses. Now for the hard part—getting ourselves untied.

I tried to simply struggle, but after a few seconds, gave up the attempt. I looked at Louise, and she just stood there, doing nothing. She went to my bed and was resting.

I walked towards her and tried to tell her to put her back on me so I can untie her wrists, but it was useless. With our mouths packed, all our communications were reduced to muffled grunts that were mutually unintelligible.

Of course, I could have used the scissors lying in my table, but I hated to ruin the ropes.

I sat down besides Louise and turned my back on her. I think she finally caught on to what I wanted to do because she turned her back on me. Luckily, Angela only tied her hands behind her back, she didn’t tie her hands to her waist, so untying her was much easier. I quickly located the knot, and after a few minutes of fumbling, I managed to untie it.

Louise quickly pulled her hands from her ropes and quickly removed the tape from her mouth.

“Ouch!” she exclaimed as she removed the tape and spat out her mouth wadding.

I grunted heavily and indicated to Louise that I wanted to be free.

She hesitated a bit before untying me.

Now what do we do?
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Re: Fall 1966 - Nancy - Part II Updated

Postby viking » Sun May 15, 2011 12:00 am

i don't know any other word that would describe my opinions about this story better than the word...

...EPIC! :wink:

looking forward to the next part. i wanna know if they managed to catch you both again or if you got them back.
Once a scout, always a perverted pyromaniac with a fetish for knives and duct tape

Re: Fall 1966 - Nancy - Part II Updated

Postby sarumansauron » Mon May 16, 2011 9:02 am

Great continuation! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: Fall 1966 - Nancy - Part III

Postby Tom Ford » Mon May 16, 2011 10:06 am

Viking, I'm glad you think it's epic. I hope you like this instalment!!

Thanks to sarumansauron for your kind comments.

Fall 1966

Nancy

Part III

Betty and Nancy
(m/ff)


I quickly rummaged my cabinet and got my water pistol. It wasn’t loaded, but it was better than nothing. I knew that sooner or later, they’d check my room.

I quietly unlocked the door and gave Louise my pistol. She hid behind the bed, while I hid behind the door, with a wad of handkerchief in my left hand.

A few minutes later, the door opened, and Angela came in. She was holding a loaded water pistol. “Thomas, Louise, I know you’re in here and I know you’re still tied up. Come out, come out, wherever you are!” she said as she walked in the room.

I quickly grabbed her from behind, my left hand shoved the handkerchief in her mouth as she attempted a scream, then covered it with the hand to keep the wadding in. I used my right hand to grab her left, pinning her right arm to her body and forcing her to drop the gun.

Louise jumped out and grabbed the loaded water pistol, and pointed it at Angela’s head.

It all happened so fast, that Angela was caught before she knew what hit her.

Angela gave up as soon as Louise pointed the pistol at her.

“Don’t spit it out, or you’ll regret it,” I whispered.

Our captive grunted her understanding.

I quickly released her from my grip but pulled her hands behind her. Louise quickly squirted her head then handed me the ropes they used to tie us up.

I quickly pulled her arms behind her and told her to position it in an X manner. I quickly tied it off, tying it vertically then horizontally then tightly cinching it in the middle. I used the long trailing ends to wrap it twice around her belly and wrists tight before cinching it between her body and wrists, pinning her hands to her body.

Meanwhile, Louise took a roll of duct tape from my supply. She quickly tore a couple of strips and put it over her open lips, holding the packing in. Soon, her face was covered with tape from ear to ear, from nose to chin.

I quickly put her on my chair in the room. There were still a foot or so of rope trailing from her wrist ropes, so it threaded it through the back slots and tied it off, pinning her body to the chair. I tied her ankles together, then pulled it back. My chair was a little high because my study table was a bit high too. The height of the chair meant that when I pulled her ankles back, her feet did not touch the carpeted floor. I tied her feet to the support beams underneath the chair. I took a bandana and finished everything by blindfolding Angela.

I signalled Louise to be quiet and to follow me. I got the room keys from the wall hook, then locked the door as we left my room. No way am I going to let my siblings free my redheaded captive.

I quickly went down, looking for the others. But I can find no sign of them.

When we went to the kitchen, we found my mother cooking our lunch.

“Oh hi son,” she said, smiling. “Hi Louise! I see that you have freed yourselves.”

“Hi Mom. Have you seen Andrew and the others?” I asked.

“Oh! He went out. He said that he’s going to fetch David.”

“But why didn’t he just call?” I asked.

“The Scott’s (David’s family name. Not his real family name, just for this story) phone is dead. Has been since yesterday,” my Mom said.

Perfect!

“Louise, go check Andrew’s room,” I said to my classmate.

“Thank you, Mrs. Ford,” she politely said to my mother before she bounded up. I lingered to the kitchen to see what she was cooking.

I asked what time we would eat, and my Mom told me that we would have lunch after an hour or so.

Louise returned as we were discussing our lunch. “It’s locked.”

“Mom, I need to get something in Andrew’s room. Can you open it?”

“I’m busy. Jim!” Mom shouted to my father. “Can you go open Andrew’s room? It’s locked.”

Louise and I went to the living room, where Dad was reading a newspaper. It was a Saturday and he had no work that day. Normally, he would either visit my uncle Richard, his brother, next door, or my uncle would come over, but this weekend, they (my uncle’s family) went out of town for some family bonding. So my father elected to stay home. He quickly put the paper down, and went upstairs to their room. Louise and I followed him.

He went and got the spare keys that my parents always kept, and opened Andrew’s room. We all entered his room, and we saw Nancy bound, tied to Andrew’s chair. She had long rope wrapped around her and the chair back, and as I inspected her bonds, I noticed that it was threaded through the chair slots at the back. More ropes went around the chair seat and her lap, pinning the skirt of her dress to her legs and ensuring it wouldn’t ride up. Multiple strips of tape encased her lips, and there was a wad packed in her mouth.

Besides her, sitting on a stool, was my sister Betty. She was reading Nancy a children’s story book. I think it’s a Grimm’s Fairy Tales she was reading.

“And then, the Princess, when she saw the prince,” we heard her say when we entered when she stopped and looked at us.

“Hi Dad, Tom, Louise,” she warmly greeted.

We were all more concerned about Dad’s reaction than at Nancy’s condition.

My father quickly looked at Nancy. “Are you okay?” he asked.

Nancy nodded.

“Did you allow yourself to be tied up?” my father asked.

Nancy once again nodded.

“Betty, what’s going on here?” he asked.

“Well, Angela captured Tom earlier this morning, then they told me to get Louise and David here. I called her on the phone, and she said she’d be here. So when she arrived, I told her to come up. However, Nancy arrived to tell Andrew that David will be delayed a bit because of chores and that she can’t call because their phone’s dead. Andrew and Angela tied up Louise first then Nancy. However, they forgot to tie Tom’s and Louise’s feet, so while we were busy tying up Nancy, they walked out. We only noticed when they were already gone.”

That part I already knew, so the next part was what I’m most interested in.

“Andrew said to look for us. When we didn’t find you, and noticed that the door to your room was closed, they thought you two were hiding there. Angela insisted that she could capture you two on her own, as we all thought that you were still bound and gagged. Andrew decided to fetch David while Angela would recapture you two. They locked the door and left me to watch over Nancy here.”

So that’s what happened while we were gone.

“Just like when we were kids,” my father laughed. “Well, have fun. Just remember to untie her when its time for lunch.”

“Yes Dad,” I said.

He laughed and went back to the living room to resume his newspaper reading.
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Re: Fall 1966 - Nancy - Part III posted!

Postby viking » Mon May 16, 2011 12:23 pm

great continuation, i deffinitly liked this installment and enjoyed reading it.
and that says a whole lot about how good it was, because i usually hate reading.
Once a scout, always a perverted pyromaniac with a fetish for knives and duct tape

Re: Fall 1966 - Nancy - Part III posted!

Postby sarumansauron » Mon May 16, 2011 1:06 pm

Another great continuation! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Fall 1966 - Nancy - Part IV

Postby Tom Ford » Wed May 18, 2011 8:39 am

To Viking, I'm glad you enjoyed reading this story. And thanks to sarumansauron for the comments!!

Fall 1966

Nancy

Part IV

The Turning Point
(m/f), (mm/f)


I pondered what to do while looking at Betty and Nancy.

“Shouldn’t we untie Nancy?” Louise asked.

“Can you get a glass of water?” I asked as I untied David’s little sister from the chair. However, I kept her hands bound. Her hands were bound behind her in crisscross fashion, the ropes wrapped around her hand vertically then horizontally, then cinched between the wrists, then the trailing ends wrapped around her waist and hands and cinched between her back and wrists, pinning her hands to the small of her back.

I bent down and untied her knees and ankles. Luckily, the ropes on her knees were tied above the hem of the dress, so there wasn’t any awkward moment in the untying.

Just as soon as I finished untying her legs and feet, Louise returned with a glass of water with a straw.

“Little sister, could you remove her gag, please?” I asked.

Betty nodded and removed the strips of tape covering her lower face.

Nancy quickly spat the saliva soaked handkerchief and gratefully gulped the glass of water offered by Louise.

“Thanks. Well, I never thought I’d be a hostage when I came here. Usually, I only got tied up at home by David,” she remarked, “and always with Cathy.”

“Oh?” I asked. “So is it okay that we tied you up here, alone?”

“Its okay, I guess. Once I got over the fear of being tied up, it’s not that bad,” Nancy opined. “Aren’t you going to untie the rest of me?” Her hands were still bound to the small of her back.

“No. We’re snatching you away from Andrew and Angela,” I declared as I got a pair of my brother’s socks. I rolled one sock into a ball.

“You are not gagging me!” Nancy firmly declared.

“We have ways of making you open your mouth,” I said. “Better cooperate or you’ll regret it.”

She pouted for a while. “Okay, I’ll let you gag me, but mark my words, I’ll get you back!”

“Have you ever gotten your brother back for all the times he tied you up?” Betty asked.

“I tried. I tied him up pretty good, or so I thought. He escaped in less than a minute and tied me and my sister up. I asked him to teach me about knots, but he refused, so I asked Angela, but she also refused. But once I learned know to tie so you can’t get away, you’ll all pay!” Nancy said.

“Tough words. Now open your mouth,” I commanded.

But before I could insert the sock, Betty grabbed it and was the one who put the gag in her mouth. Nancy gave her a dirty look but took in the sock.

Once it was inserted, I took the other pair and tied it over her open mouth around her head and knotted it, tight. Finally, I finished by putting duct tape over the two socks, six or seven strips which completely muffled any sound she might make.

I then helped her on her feet. The four of us went out of the room. Andrew might return with David any minute now. And we will be seriously in trouble if we were caught. However, Louise put a wrinkle on my plans.

“Tom,” she whispered as we left my room.

“What?” I asked.

Louise showed me the glass that Nancy drank from. “I need to bring it down.”

“Okay. I’ll go to the attic to stash Nancy away,” I said. “I’ll wait for you there.”

Louise nodded and went down. Betty went with her.

I, with the bound and gagged Nancy, went to the attic.

I put Nancy on a dusty old couch when we arrived at the attic. I tied her ankles and her knees above the dress. I then tied one end of a short rope to her ankles, and tied the other end to the legs of the couch, effectively keeping her anchored in place.

I looked at Nancy. She squirmed this way and that. David’s sister’s eyes twinkled as I looked at her. She occasionally grunted, but mostly stared at me in that attic.

Now I only have to wait for Louise, and we can plan our next move.

After a while, Louise didn’t return.

I started to get worried, and I then berated myself on my stupidity. Sending Louise down the kitchen with Betty all the while expecting Andrew to return with David at any moment? What was I thinking? I might as well have giftwrapped Louise for my brother! And Louise would be tickle tortured to reveal my location! Luckily, I locked my room, so Angela was still my captive. I decided to retrieve her and bring her up to the attic to make them easier to guard.

I immediately grabbed my water pistol. With my head spinning with plans and counterplans, I went down. I was nervous as I unlocked my door. I entered my room. I directed my eyes on where I tied up Angela. To my relief, I saw Angela where I left her—bound to the chair, heavily gagged, and blindfolded.

My relief was short lived. I felt my hair get wet, and when I turned around, I saw Andrew pointing the pistol at me.

“Got you,” he simply said.

I have no choice but to raise my hand.

Andrew chuckled as he removed Angela’s blindfold. “Thanks for cooperating in this trap.”

Angela nodded, then grunted loudly.
“You want to be untied?” my brother asked.

She nodded.

“I might as well,” Andrew said. “Thank you, brother, for relieving me of the burden of asking for the keys to your room from Dad. Now untie her.”

“You’ll never win!” I said as I began untying Angela.

“We’ve got Frank, and we captured Louise in the kitchen,” Andrew said. “Betty told me that Angela was in your room, but when I tried to open it, it was locked. Then I heard you coming from the attic, so I hid in my room until I heard you unlock your door. Then I shot you.”

“Well, you still have to get the twins,” I said, referring to Chester and Jay, both 10, who were our other team mates but who were not present at this time.

“Don’t have to. Under our new rules, if you remember, we only have to capture three out of five in order win,” Andrew chuckled as I continued to untie Angela. “All we have to do is keep you for the required thirty minutes, then we win.”

I was quiet for the rest of the time I was untying Angela. Finally, when her hands were free, she removed her gag and spat out the cloth in her mouth.

“Oh! I’m going to get you Tom,” she glared at me. “Andy, let me have him!”

“Lil’ brother’s all yours,” Andrew laughed as I untied the last bit pieces of rope.

“So you’re still not finished,” I heard David call, and I turned back.

David entered the room with his sister, Nancy. Her feet and knees were untied, but her hands were still bound behind her, and she was still wearing the same gag I put on her.

She didn’t seem too discomfited by the fact that she seems to be regarded as some sort of prize to be fought over by both teams. One thing is for sure: no matter what happens to our game, she’d remain a captive. I think she enjoys the attention, and we all knew she didn’t mind being tied up.

“Nancy! Are you okay?” my brother asked.

Nancy nodded.

“She’s okay, right sister?” David said, laughing.

Nancy shrugged, before nodding. Nancy, on her own, walked over to where we were.

“Gmphh mmphh epmmphhh,” she said, trying to talk, obviously failing.

“Hello to you too, Nance,” Angela said as she stood and picked the ropes used to tie her up. “Are you having fun?”

“Mphh,” she mumbled as she nodded.

“Good. Would you like us to untie you now?”

Nancy shrugged.

“She means that either way, its okay with her,” David said. “Isn’t that right, Nancy?”

Nancy looked at her older brother, then nodded.

“In that case, you’ll remain tied up,” Andrew said. “As long as it’s okay with your brother.”

“I think I’ll leave her tied up,” David said. “Less trouble for me!”
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Re: Fall 1966 - Nancy - Updated!! Part IV!

Postby sarumansauron » Wed May 18, 2011 10:06 am

Great continuation! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Fall 1966 - Nancy - Part V

Postby Tom Ford » Sun May 22, 2011 7:52 am

Thanks again to sarumansauron for your comments.

Fall 1966

Nancy

Part V

Deal or No Deal?
(m/f), (f/m), (mm/mf)


Nancy just shrugged when she learned that she’ll remain tied up. I guess she kinda was expecting it.

I was watching the entire time, and was jerked back to reality when Angela pulled my hands behind me.

“Hey,” I said.

“Don’t whine, Tom,” Angela said as she would rope around my wrists. My wrists were positioned crossed behind me, and she tied them vertically and horizontally, before cinching it really tight between my wrists. “I didn’t know how you untied yourself, but that won’t happen again!”

She tied the trailing end around my waist and wrists, threaded through the belt loops of my pants, pulled tight behind me, and cinched between my waist and wrists. So, for the second time in the day, I was tied up. Angela finished it by taping the final knot repeatedly.

Nancy watched wide-eyed as I was being tied. I looked at her, and it was clear from her eyes and from the expression of her face that she thought that I got exactly what I deserved.

“Do you like me to gag my brother, or would you like the pleasure of doing so?” Andrew asked as he balled up another handkerchief.

“I’ll gag him,” Angela said as she took the sock from my hands and inserted it in my open mouth. She then taped my mouth shut with multiple strips across my face.

I tested the gag. Of course, I could moisten the tape just beyond my lips with my tongue so it would lose its stickiness on my lips, but I could not lose the tape on my cheeks, and without it, I couldn’t hope to push out the stuffing in my mouth.

“Let’s get them to the basement,” Andrew ordered. “It’ll be a grand reunion!”

Nancy and I were guided to the basement. We had to go the living room to go the basement, where my Dad was still reading his paper. He gave a quick hello and admonished us to have fun and to be careful. We then bumped into Mom who just smiled and shook her head and told us to be careful.

When we reached the basement, we saw Frank, Louise, Betty, and Cathy waiting for us. Frank and Louise were bound and gagged. Both were sitting on the basement sofa. Their hands were hidden behind them, obviously tied, and I can see white rope encircling their waist twice. Their ankles and knees were tied with white rope, and both were gagged with bandanas pulled between their teeth and tied behind their head and strips of duct tape over it. Their mouths were stuffed presumably.

Betty and Cathy were chatting with each besides the bound captives. The sofa was wide enough to accommodate four children. Louise and Frank were seated on the middle; on Louise’s left was Betty, and on Frank’s right was Cathy (7), David and Nancy’s little sister. Cathy was a little over a year younger than Nancy, and would turn eight the following month. Their chatter bored Frank. He was resting his head on the couch and was looking up the ceiling. Louise was listening to the chatter and giggling, and trying to say a word or two, but obviously, cannot.

They all looked at us as they heard us come down the basement stairs.

“Big brother!” Cathy squealed as she jumped from the couch and ran towards us. “So, Nancy is tied up too? I want to be tied up too!”

David smiled. “No, not in this house. Maybe when we get back home.”

“But Nancy gets to have all the fun!” Cathy whined.

“You’ll get your turn,” David said, ruffling her sister’s hair.

Cathy pouted then turned to Andrew. “Can you tell my brother that I want to be tied up now?”

Andrew laughed. “No can do! I’ll get into real trouble if I do that! Wait until next year!”

“Don’t worry, Cathy,” Angela cooed. “You’ll get tied up soon enough!” Angela actually had tied her before at her house.

Nancy and I were deposited on a couch opposite the couch that Frank and Louise were seated. David then tied my knees and ankles, but strangely, left Nancy’s feet free.

“Well, you know what’s next,” Andrew said, with a big grin on his face. He then approached Nancy and me.

“David, Angela and I have been talking, and I’ve been wondering, would you like to join in tickling these losers?” my brother asked Nancy.

Nancy immediately nodded.

“Well, we’ll untie you now, but you have to promise to let us tie you up again after thirty minutes, then after lunch, for the rest of the day, here at our house.”

Nancy thought for a moment, but nodded.

“You promise?” Andrew repeated.

Nancy began mumbling something into her gag.

Andrew replied by peeling off the duct tape that imprisoned her mouth, unknotted the sock from behind her head and extracted its pair from inside her mouth.

“Thanks.”

“Well?” my brother asked.

“It’s okay with me, as long as I have company,” Nancy replied.

“And?” Andrew said, asking for an explanation.

“When David ties me up during long periods, I was always tied up with Cathy, so I’m not alone,” Nancy said. “I can better stand being tied up knowing I’m not the only one who’s not free.”

“So who are you proposing?” Andrew asked. “You know we can’t tie-up Cathy here.”

“I know. How about Angela and Louise?” Nancy proposed. “Wouldn’t it be fun if all three of us girls were tied up?”

“I don’t know. Why don’t you ask them?” Andrew replied.

However, I was delighted at the idea! All three girls who can be tied up being tied up for the rest of the afternoon at my house? Count me in! But I have no input on the matter, being bound and gagged as I was.

We all looked at Angela.

“Well that sounds a lot of fun,” she genuinely said. “But I want something in return!”

“What is it?” asked Betty.

“I don’t know yet,” Angela said. “I’ll think about it.”

“Well, I know what! Let’s vote on it,” David suggested. “I vote in favour of Angela and Louise spending the afternoon with Nancy tied up!”

“So do I,” said Andrew. “So how about you, Frank?” he asked his bound captive.

Frank nodded.

“That’s three to none,” said Andrew. “Thomas?”

I nodded.

“Four votes to none,” Andrew proclaimed. “Nancy?”

“Yes,” she naturally said.

“Five to none!” David shouted. “How about you, Cathy?”

“I want to be tied up too!” she whined. “But I’m going to vote yes to it!”

“Six to none!” Andrew proclaimed. “Sister?”

“I vote to tie up Angela and Louise this afternoon!” Betty shouted, raising her fist and jumping about.

“Seven to none. Angela?” Andrew looked at her.

Angela was in a bind. Even if Chester, Jay, Donald and Maggie voted against it, she still couldn’t win. Besides, Donald and the twins, she just knew, plus Maggie, would be for it.

Knowing that she was beat, she simply said, “Yes, but Andrew, you owe me one after this!”

“Louise?” Andrew asked. It seemed that he deliberately asked everyone else first to pressure the intended victims to agree. It worked beautifully.

She nodded.

“Eight to zero! Motion unanimously carried!” he shouted.

“Andrew, David, could you also do me an additional favour?” asked Nancy.

“What’s that?” David replied.

“Can you release me up after two hours, then let me free for thirty minutes, then tie me up again for another two? I mean I haven’t been tied up longer than two hours, and I don’t think I can take that step yet,” Nancy said.

“Why not?” said Andrew.

We all agreed to it, especially Louise and Angela, who were quite relieved that they won’t be tied-up uninterruptedly.

“And if we escape, we’ll remain free for the rest of the day,” Nancy continued, “and we get to tie you up for the remainder of the afternoon.”

We agreed to that.

After that, David untied Nancy.
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Re: Fall 1966 - Nancy - Part V uploaded!!!

Postby sarumansauron » Mon May 23, 2011 12:24 pm

Another great continuation! Bigs adventures. Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Fall 1966 - Nancy - Part VI

Postby Tom Ford » Wed May 25, 2011 3:35 am

Fall 1966

Nancy

Part VI

Tickle Offensive
(mmf/mmff), (m/f)


“Well, let’s tickle them!” Andrew said, looking with fiendish eyes towards us, after our afternoon plans were made.

At that, we were tickled by Andrew, David, and Angela, our captors. In addition, they were joined by Betty, my sister, and the recently freed Nancy.

To say that the tickling was intense was an understatement. Five pairs of hands tickled every part of my body. Luckily, they didn’t bother removing our shoes so that part of the body was spared. However, that only meant that my stomach, my armpits, my sides, my neck, all ticklish places, got more attention. I was laughing so hard that after a while, I lost track of who was tickling whom—all I knew was I was being tickled to death and I wanted it to stop.

After five minutes, it stopped. We were all exhausted, red in the face, and sweaty.

“Well, that’s it. I hope you learned your lesson,” said Andrew. “We’ll be back after thirty minutes. Don’t go anywhere!”

After that, they all left us alone in the basement.

We were a bit exhausted from the tickle torture that we received. In fact, it was only about five minutes after that tickling that I started to struggle. Well, not exactly struggle.

They forgot to separate us from each other. I stood up, hopped to where Frank was. I sat between Louise and Frank, and faced Louise, so my back was on Frank.

Frank understood, so he put his back on me, and my fingers quickly felt the knots on his wrists.

Unfortunately, as soon as I touched it, I realized that that the knot that I needed to unravel was wrapped with duct tape. Not just covered over that I could easily pull even while bound, but wrapped several times that would be difficult to remove even while free, let alone when you’re bound and you can’t see what you’re doing. I cursed into my gag. I looked at Louise’s knots, and the same applied to her.

I tried anyway. I tried to feel for the edge of the tape in Frank’s knots. It took awhile, and I really had difficulty trying to peel away the edge. My fingers were sweaty, nervous, and clumsy, and I made no progress whatsoever. I stopped, and Frank tried to do the same. He was no more successful than me.

While doing so, time flew, and before I knew it, our captors were back. David, Andrew, Angela, Cathy and Betty soon were looking at us.

“Ha! Like that? Putting tape on the knots really makes it impossible to pick knots while tied up,” Andrew boasted. “This way, I don’t have to separate you from each other.”

“Before we untie you, I think we should tie up Nancy,” David said. “You did promise us we could tie you up and gag you after thirty minutes in exchange for letting you tickle them.”

“Yes, but tie up Angela first,” Nancy said, pointing at the older girl.

“No! The deal was that Louise and I would be tied up with you during the afternoon,” Angela said. “It’s still morning, so Louise and I get to be tied up only after lunch!”

Andrew got a piece of rope and approached Nancy. “You were free for half an hour and you tickled them. Put your hands behind your back,” he commanded in a serious tone.

Nancy pouted a bit, stuck her tongue out at Angela, and put her hands behind her.

Andrew crossed her hand, and tied her hand horizontally, then vertically. He cinched it tight, eliciting a wince from Nancy. He used quite a long rope, so there was a long trailing end on both ends. He wrapped it around her waist and wrists twice, then cinched it between her wrists and body. “I won’t tie your feet, but we’ll gag you, okay?”

“You’d better, or I’ll scream,” Nancy said.

My brother took a folded handkerchief from his pocket, balled it up, and put it on Nancy’s open mouth. He took a bandana from another pocket, folded it into a band, tied a knot in the center, pushed the knot between her teeth, and tied it tightly behind her head. He then took the roll of duct tape lying around on the floor and sealed her mouth with six or seven strips over her lips and cheeks.

“Angela and Louise would be tied up with you, but only for the afternoon, as per our agreement,” Andrew stated.

That led Nancy to complain, but she was ignored.

They then untied us.

We then went to the living room to wait for lunch to be served. We can now smell Mom’s cooking, and we were very hungry at this point. We discussed what to do with Nancy. Cathy and Betty kept teasing Nancy, who sat on the couch but was powerless to retaliate. Her feet were not tied so she tried to stand up and get away, but Betty and Cathy simply pushed Nancy back to a sitting position. Nancy had a smug and happy look on her face, and looked at the others as if they were missing something fun.

Betty, Angela, Louise and Cathy played around Nancy. They kept her bound and gagged, and never did once try to free her. Nancy just sat at the couch the entire time, watching the other girls play and talk right around her. It was clear she’s having fun, though I imagine it was quite frustrating to her to try to talk to the others and for it to come out as mmpphhs, as she did several times. David, Frank, Andrew and I went outside to help my father rake leaves and otherwise clean the backyard, though I would’ve just preferred to sit there and watch Nancy. She looked great bound and gagged.

About forty minutes later, my mother told us to prepare the table so that we could eat lunch. At that point, I shouted for the girls to untie their captive. They gave a collective, “Do we have to untie her?” but they complied, and we ate lunch.

My parents, both of whom had seen Nancy tied up in the living room right before lunch, asked Nancy if she had fun and if she consented to be tied-up. She was happy, and said that being tied up was fun, and that yes, she consented to us tying her up.

I later learned that Angela, knowing what she had to endure that afternoon, plotted to get revenge on Nancy. She basically persuaded David that she would go to their house tomorrow afternoon, a Sunday, and tie up Nancy and Cathy for the entire afternoon. And she did, but that’s another story, and one which I cannot tell accurately as I was not present during the incident.

I’ll tell what happened in the afternoon in the next story. As always, read the next part and find out.
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Re: Fall 1966 - Nancy - Story Completed!!!!

Postby sarumansauron » Wed May 25, 2011 1:02 pm

Great story! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: Fall 1966 - Nancy - Story Completed!!!!

Postby viking » Thu May 26, 2011 1:58 pm

excellent story :wink:
Once a scout, always a perverted pyromaniac with a fetish for knives and duct tape