## The Land of Snowden: Summer (Tie-Up) School

Post by Mister Mistoffelees » Thu Jul 29, 2010 8:20 pm

If anyone still follows Snowden here, I've started another day of Snowden TUGs, this time in summer, and introducing some Snowden characters who didn't make an appearance in The Feud. Read and enjoy!...
The Land of Snowden: Summer (Tie-Up) School
By Mister Mistoffelees
1 Summer Breezes
The icy winters in Snowden tend historically to alternate with scorching summers, and this blistering-hot July was no exception. The Fourth was the starting-point for a string of murderously-hot days, even in the marginally cooler reaches of Valleyview Estates, and any means of relief from the heat was fair game. Fortunately, many of the homes on Valleyview were equipped with more than mere air-conditioning to help keep their denizens cool…
The O’Hara sisters, wheatstraw-blonde Hannah and raven-tressed Margaret—known to one and all as Maggie—were the latest recipients of such help, and although they had remonstrated with the lady of the house—Hannah’s mother and Maggie’s stepmom Anne Thomson O’Hara—that she and her husband—Maggie’s father and Hannah’s stepdad Tony O’Hara—had waited until Hannah and Maggie were almost out of the house for Snowden State University before finally getting the in-ground pool installed, they were making good use of the time they had with the brand-new, sparkling pool. Both had spent leisurely hours that blistering-hot July day in the refreshing water; now they reclined in state on brand-new chaises longues on the adjoining deck letting the sun dry their long, slender, lissome forms. Hannah’s somewhat easier-tanning frame was slightly dressed in a sky-blue bikini of somewhat more modest cut than Hannah herself would have bought, evidence enough that the suit had been bought by her mom, a fact which rankled almost-nineteen-year-old Hannah but did not stop her from wearing it; Maggie, for her part, lounged in a daringly skimpy silky-black bikini which she had made meticulously certain neither her dad not her stepmom knew she owned. Both had set aside their glasses—both disdained contact lenses, preferring their glasses as improbable badges of pride in their intelligence. A pride which had recently been rather badly flicked by one of their two guests currently bobbing and giggling in the pool.
Presently that guest, who had had the unmitigated gall that past May to graduate as the Darius Allen valedictorian ahead of both Hannah and Maggie, took one last bob under the glittering surface of the water, then drew her ripe, hourglass-shaped frame up the steps built into the shallow end of the pool, grabbing a towel and patting her shoulder-length dark-brunette locks for a moment before draping it over her shoulders, partially concealing a royal-blue bikini top whose modest cut was mitigated in its effect by the ripe, generous bosom which it strained to contain. She slipped her small feet into a pair of flip-flops at the edge of the pool and strolled toward her drink, on a table under a wide parasol… “Tell you what, guys,” Tricia Dwight grinned as she downed a long cool draught of ice water, “how about we ditch the house on Schaefer Street and just live here? I’m sure your mom and dad won’t have a problem with that, would they Hannah?”
“Mom had my suitcases packed forty-five minutes after commencement!” Hannah giggled—
“And Dad had mine packed two weeks before commencement!” Maggie added wryly. “Think they’re trying to tell us something?”
“Yes!” the fourth girl piped up with a bright smile, bobbing at her shoulder-depth somewhat near the shallow end of the pool. She took a quick bob under the surface, then bounced back up with her long, fiery-red tresses glistening wet, flicking them out of her eyes with a small pink hand, then curling over to float on her back a few languid moments, displaying a pastel-pink bikini which almost perfectly matched the natural hue of the pale-pink flesh which adorned her petite frame, and whose somewhat daring cut was as adventurous a choice for her as Maggie’s had been. Had Ted Parker—who, caught in a maelstrom of mid-life crisis, with dramatic suddenness had absented himself from his family’s life a month previously—known his eldest daughter Krysten was currently floating in the O’Hara family pool in such a suit, he would have dragged her home and paddled her behind, all eighteen-year-old-high-school-graduate of her though she was… “They want the pool all to themselves!” Something four languid, giggling, barely-dressed soon-to-be Snowden State Snoops had no intention of yielding at that moment…
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Other Valleyview pools were being put to good use at the same moment. Only a house away, on the same side of Valleyview Drive, a longer-established pool was currently hosting its own guests—three young ladies, one for each of the three daughters currently putting the pool to its intended use.
The youngest of the guests, whose dozen-year-old, slim olive-toned frame strikingly set off the snowy white of her very first bikini—a gift from a mother rather rueful that her daughter had grown enough to do justice to a bikini—had had a trip of only two houses to get to the house from her own pool-less home. In normal circumstances, Aisha al-Fashir would have accompanied her mum, noted Egyptologist Barbara al-Fashir, to the Valley of the Kings to do further research on the Egyptian royal lineage, which Aisha had in the past year—at nearly tragic cost—discovered she was in fact part of, but Mum was deep in the drafting of her third book, Slaying the Goddess—Thutmose III and the Roots of Modern Propaganda, which kept both her and her only child back home in Snowden. Which Aisha hardly minded for once, since the emoluments of this summer now included a boyfriend; and while small, mousy Tucker Logan was hardly considered much of a catch by most of the girls of the soon-to-be seventh grade at Snowden Middle School, Aisha was still dizzily in love with her bespectacled little swain. I wish he could be here today, she mused to herself as she floated lazily along an edge of the pool, occasionally flicking small sprays of water at her hostess, classmate Lisbeth Morgan, whose sun-yellow two-piece suit well matched the golden–blonde tresses which floated around her face as she floated beside her friend, her slender limbs splayed casually around her as she floated along…
The second-eldest of the guests was the only one actually swimming in the swimming pool, long slow backstrokes which pulled her petite, diminutive frame along the opposite side of the pool from Aisha and Lizzie. Her short, rich brown locks clung close to her round, fair face as she swam under the vivid green eyes of her hostess. A hostess which smiled at the way the rich pink one-piece suit with a back low-cut enough to give its owner a bit of pause clung to that small trim body. Cora Peabody caught a glimpse of that hostess—and girlfriend—Leslie Morgan gazing down at her from the chaise beside the pool and smiled delicately. The suit had been a gift from Leslie to Cora; pink, Leslie swore, was Cora Lee’s best color, and Leslie knew Cora well enough to know that her beloved Cora would be badly embarrassed in a two-piece. But the daringly low back was still pleasing to Leslie, and therefore to Cora as well… The green eyes of Leslie Morgan drank in the lithe, pink-suited form, settling herself more deeply in her chaise and adjusting her suit, such as it was. The black bikini top swelled to contain a bosom generous enough to be the envy of most of the girls—and the delight of most of the boys—of the incoming freshman class of Darius Allen High School, but was matched not with a conventional bikini bottom but with a pair of baggy black shorts which allowed generous room for her ripening hips and rear and reached well down her soft, fair thighs. The green eyes of Leslie Morgan perfectly matched her current hair color—an iridescent neon green peppered with streaks of sky-blue which had been the latest of her outrageous new choices in hair color. The past months had seen a startling change in Leslie; she who had, as a blonde, been a shy, timid bookworm, had begun to discover herself with a vengeance, finding a circle of friends among the local emo/goth/scene crowd who didn’t disdain her for her intellect nor looked askance at her for her near-tragic suicide attempt of the previous summer nor even evinced issues with her bisexuality, and in response Leslie had embraced their style in her own extravagantly quiet way. She was still the bookworm, still timid around strangers, but with her own unique style, which allowed her to tweak at her mother’s nerves. Especially with the series of outrageous dye jobs she had perpetrated on her now shoulder-length-cut, fluffy-banged tresses; first electric-blue, then pink, then purple, now vivid green…
While Leslie’s outrageous styles irritated her younger sister Lisbeth, they did not at all displease her elder sister Lana. Despite a lifetime of sisterly tormenting, Lana had come to see herself as Leslie’s defender against their parents—and since Leslie’s bisexuality (which Lana had known all along) had come to the fore, against their kid sister Lisbeth as well. While Lizzie considered Leslie to be a humiliating ruination of her social aspirations, Lana was both relieved and quietly proud of the way Leslie was asserting herself. Perhaps Lizzie was disgusted by Leslie’s obvious infatuation with Cora, but Lana was simply happy to see her troubled sister Leslie happy. Which allowed Lana to concentrate on her own guest, sitting beside her near the low-set diving board flicking their feet in the water. While Lana’s own daringly-cut two-piece was a brilliant emerald green to match her eyes, her guest’s substantially more modest one-piece suit was a fiery red to match the fiery red locks bobbed closely around her freckled face. Lana could tell that Chelsea Parker, the latest guest to arrive, was bearing news that was not altogether pleasant—unpleasant news from the newly-broken Parker household was common lately—and finally nerved herself to ask about the most likely topic of that news… “Your mom okay? Problems with the baby?” The infant conceived during their wild autumn tie-up-game extravaganza was mere days away from being due—which was the least of Diane Parker’s problems at that moment…
“Well,” Chelsea sighed ruefully, “good news and bad news. The good news is that the baby’s perfectly healthy and Mom’s okay too. No problems there.”
“And the bad news?”
Chelsea smirked. “Turns out my baby brother’s name is going to be Virginia.” She chuckled mirthlessly at Lana’s puzzled expression. “As in my baby brother has turned out to be my baby sister instead. Mom waited until yesterday to let the doctor tell her the baby’s sex.”
“Well,” Lana philosophized airily, catching a glance at Leslie smiling at Cora, “you know, Chell, baby sisters aren’t all that bad!” Something Chelsea seemed to find very doubtful…
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The neighbor across the street, Felicity Mabrey, in a suit which involved a pirate-striped bare-midriff tank-top-styled upper piece and track-shorts-styled bottom, found baby sisters to be much less palatable at that particular moment than did Lana Morgan… “Oh, come on, Jerkface! Can’t you and your slobby little friends ever pick up after yourselves?” She had spent much of the afternoon picking up the mess her youngest sister Charity was leaving around the Mabrey family in-ground pool; empty drink cups, abandoned towels, scattered flip-flop slippers, candy wrappers…
Charity Mabrey—the aforementioned “Jerkface” to her two elder sisters—paid Lissy heed only long enough to reply with a haughtily stuck-out tongue between bobs in the shallow portion of the pool, enjoying the freedom of the white polka-dotted turquoise one-piece suit which robed her slim, tall, freckled frame. Her companion in bobbing, however, was more apologetic…
“Sorry, Felicity,” came a sweetly contrite, naturally cheerful voice from that companion, smiling at her hostess as was her wont. Meredith Howland was a plump young lass of an age with Charity—ten years old and heading into the Snowden Elementary fifth grade—distinctly shorter than her friend, with a chubby round face and shoulders even more heavily freckled—if such was even possible—than her hostess, friend, and classmate Charity’s and a ruddy complexion which well complemented the bright strawberry-blonde tresses hanging in a low off-center ponytail somewhat below and behind her right ear and hanging wetly over her right shoulder. Her white two-piece suit with its horizontal pink stripes was an unfortunate fashion choice for softly chubby Merri—the nickname everyone had always used to address the child all her life, a nickname which perfectly suited her sweetly outgoing personality—but she paid the incongruity of her swimsuit no mind as she frolicked with one of her two best friends in the world…
“She didn’t mean you, Merri,” the other of Merri Howland’s two best friends noted with a sardonic little grin from behind the book she was perusing in her parasol-shaded chaise, to an amiable shrug from Merri and a comic smirk from Charity. Even in the merciful shade, the sunlight was powerful enough to render the lenses of the narrow, fashionable eyeglasses perched on the girl’s small narrow nose their deepest shade of gray, giving the young girl’s wide, fair face a certain diva-ish quality she found quite pleasant; Jillian Burton, the owner of the pretty face with its well-shaded brown eyes, as well as the fair-complexioned, average-ten-year-old girl’s frame which came with the face and its long, silky-straight brown tresses beginning to streak with sun-showered natural highlights, had discovered over the past spring that she rather enjoyed presenting herself as a pretty young starlet as much as she had previously enjoyed presenting herself as the young scholar that her natural and prodigious intellect naturally made her. The brand-new swimsuit, a bright-teal two-piece suit she had begged her mother to buy for her, seemed to play into the young-starlet image she was so carefully building for herself. But starlet-wannabe as she was, her natural tastes and proclivities would not be denied, as the thick hardcover copy of Twilight residing at that moment in her lap would testify. No matter how well Jill Burton managed to present her trim young ten-year-old self as a budding young cutie, she was and always would be a bookworm at heart… “She meant Charity.” Her bestie, yet sometimes bitter rival Charity…
“Yeah, mostly,” Felicity groused, brushing back behind her ear a stray lock of her short-bobbed raven-black hair—of a shade identical to that of her two younger sisters—hiding mostly beneath a red bandanna she had tied over her crown, as usual the only color in her presentation. “At least if I could get any help around here!” With Dad at work and Mom in the middle of summer office hours at the university, Felicity Mabrey once again found herself the lady of the house—
“But you’re doing so well!” the third sister, tall gangly Serenity, chortled from the shallow end of the well-used Mabrey pool, sitting on the bottom but still and all quite tall enough for her face and shoulders—indeed most of her torso—to rest above the waterline, revealing the upper half of her modestly-cut navy-blue one-piece suit. Unlike most of the more modest choices in swimwear being displayed at the three pools that day, though, the modest suit was very much its wearer’s choice; swimsuits, Serenity asserted sourly, simply accentuated her three most frustrating figure flaws—the long coltish legs she often referred to acidly as “a couple of sticks,” the small derriere atop the slender legs, and a chest that remained maddeningly flat even as she headed into the final weeks before the start of high school. No wonder she often wondered whether her boyfriend Joey Housely needed glasses…
Especially compared (as Serenity often did) to her companion sitting beside her. Abbie Dwight, diminutive as she was—barely five feet tall—had been growing into a very comely young lady, with a bosom and waist and hips and bottom perfectly shaped and proportioned to send most virile young men into ecstasies at the mere sight of her. But the firm, strong arms and legs which adorned that frame were proof that their owner was a formidable young woman, the possessor of a black belt in taekwondo and a student of various other martial arts such as kendo, shinkendo, and iaido, all of which she excelled at. She excelled at other things too… “And Serenity’s busy entertaining her guest!” Abbie added mischievously in that preternaturally-high little piccolo of a voice which was perhaps her most striking attribute, giving her bestie Serenity a bright laugh which lit Serenity’s fair, freckled face with its gray-green eyes and a mane of raven-black hair which she had allowed over the past months to grow well below her shoulders—
“Yeah, laugh now, metalmouth!” Felicity rejoined irritably, stopping Serenity’s nascent laugh. Her most recent cross to bear about her appearance was the braces she now had to wear on her teeth, which had the effect when combined with her other perceived flaws of persuading Serenity that she was now positively ugly. While Serenity bridled angrily, Abbie swished her long russet-brown tresses over her shoulder and prepared to defend her bestie—
“At least she’s not dressed like Jack Sparrow!” Abbie retorted, earning another smile from her bestie. “Nice comeback, Lissy!” Abbie smirked at Felicity’s stuck-out tongue. Yeah, she sighed to herself as she lounged in the cool water and the blistering heat, today is going to be that boring…
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Lana and Chelsea were dipping themselves in the deep end of the pool as the sun reached its meridian, Chelsea still quietly kvetching at getting a baby sister instead of a baby brother. Lisbeth was hiding beneath another parasol while dousing herself in more sunblock; Aisha, for her part, lounged beside her friend downing a bottle of water practically with one draught. Cora lay in a chaise adjacent to Leslie’s, the fingers of her left hand gently entwined with the fingers of Leslie’s right hand, her deep, soulful brown eyes lightly shut. So too were Leslie’s green eyes, but much more firmly shut. The heat and the slowness of the day had lulled green-eyed green-haired Leslie quite to sleep. But not quite a quiet sleep…
“I’m totally helpless, Cora,” she purred in a somnolent undertone. “Your helpless prisoner…” Cora, sitting next to her sleeping girlfriend, gasped and blushed at Leslie’s words—oh, she smiled with pink cheeks, last fall, when… She glanced around her; Lana and Chelsea were still bobbing languidly in the pool, and it seemed that Lizzie and Aisha, under their nearby parasol umbrella, were utterly oblivious to Leslie’s cooing sleep-talking… “Oh, Madame X,” Leslie purred in her dream, “how long will that be? What is my ransom anyhow?” Even Cora giggled at the memory of that delightful game she had played with Leslie that interesting night… “How will my family ever be able to pay?” Sweet dreams, Leslie—
“Oh—my—God!” Lizzie’s blustery voice interjected, Lizzie herself standing above her sister with her hands sourly on her hips, her face a wide-eyed mask of disgust. Behind Lizzie’s shoulder, Aisha stood with her hands over her mouth, struggling mightily to suppress a gale of laughter—“She’s talking in her sleep! About that night! Eeeeeeewwww!”
“You sound like you didn’t enjoy it, Lisbeth!” Aisha spluttered between her fingers, her big dark eyes sparkling behind her glasses.
“You weren’t the one tied up by fake burglars all night!” Lizzie retorted, her voice still filled with distaste as Cora tried to blink her vision into focus. Uh-oh…
Not surprisingly, Lizzie’s outburst instantly had gotten Lana’s and Chelsea’s attention. It was Lana who went ahead and asked what was going on… “Freakshow Leslie’s sleep-talking about playing tie-up with Cora!” Lizzie retorted. Not a good name to use in front of Lana—
“Call her Freakshow again and you’re going to be sorry, you little jerk!” Lana instantly shot back, fairly levitating from the pool in her truculence. By that moment Leslie had awoken from her dream and quickly pieced together what had happened—she must have been talking in her sleep again! Something she had been prone to ever since her abduction by the Crowells now almost three years ago… (author note: Read The Snowden Snoops: Ransom, Revelation, and Redemption for details) Now, she lay with red cheeks and welling eyes as her sisters fought yet another battle about her. Lana (while never yet disclaiming her right to tease Leslie) had become her most vociferous defender; Lizzie, while reconciling herself somewhat to the reality of Leslie’s inconvenient (to Lizzie’s social aspirations, at least) sexuality, had found in Leslie’s swerve into emo/goth/scene-dom more fuel for her disdain for her sister. Especially since Leslie had discovered a taste for unique hair colors…
“Yeah? Make me be sorry, bitch!” Lizzie retorted with haughty spitefulness. Sixth grade had been a year for Lisbeth to pick up a new attitude that was distinctly disrespectful of anyone not named Lisbeth Morgan…
And an attitude which had Lana instantly red-faced with anger as she stormed toward her sneering sister—“You just shut your face, Lizzie!” she hissed—and finally, a Lizzie clued-in that Lana was serious broke and ran into the house with Lana in hot pursuit—
Just as Lizzie’s other guest for the afternoon pool party arrived from around the side of the house. She was Lizzie and Aisha’s classmate, but much taller than either girl—already well over 5-6 and not yet in seventh grade—slim and willowy in build, with shockingly light, silky-fine long light-blonde tresses pulled back behind her ears with a narrow white-cloth headband, revealing a small blue-eyed pixie face. The tall slim frame was draped in a robin’s-egg blue spaghetti-strapped top which lightly concealed her modest, budding bosom and fell quite short of her navel—whether from choice or the fact that the girl had a tendency to grow out of her clothes at a practically visible rate was uncertain—while her snowy-white short-shorts let her long coltish legs shod in flip-flop sandals soak up the sunshine into the beginnings of an attractive tan. Even in her sandals, she towered over everyone else, even the older Chelsea—“So what’s up?” the girl chirped in a bright voice that somehow seemed smaller than her tall, rangy self should carry as strolled toward her friend Aisha, still standing aghast at the drama which had played out in front of her.
“Just Lizzie being difficult again, Taylor,” Aisha shrugged, rolling her eyes at Lizzie’s ridiculous behavior. “I’m surprised you could tear yourself away from Sammy Hartman!” A pool-less Valleyview neighbor who just happened to be Taylor Jensen’s current crush…
“No pool,” Taylor explained airily as she deposited her beach towel on the back of a convenient chair. “Besides, Skyler”—Sammy’s elder sister—“was acting like a jerk, and I didn’t want to put up with her.” She reached up and stretched her long lanky arms over her head with a yawn, then brushed a stray lock of hair back over her ear—
“Oh!” Aisha spluttered, a sudden grin creasing her olive-complexioned face—“And I think I know just how she was acting like a jerk, Taylor! Or was it Sammy being the jerk?”
“What do you mean?” Taylor asked, her voice feigning innocence while her fair face went suddenly, guiltily scarlet—she quickly snatched up the beach towel—“I don’t know what you’re t”—
“This!” Aisha giggled, snatching away the towel and seizing one of Taylor’s long thin wrists. Displaying, with a sly giggle, the distinct pink stripe still visible across it—“I think,” Aisha twinkled, “that you were late getting here because you were a little—ahem!—tied up at the Hartmans’ place! Weren’t you?” Taylor stammered—blushed with a gaping-wide mouth—
“It was Devan’s fault!” she finally blustered, frantically trying to hide her marked wrists, referring to her elder sister Devan Jensen, three years older than her kid sister Taylor and an incoming sophomore at Darius Allen High. “She and Skyler teamed up on me! I was just sitting there talking to Sammy on their back deck, and they sneaked up behind me and grabbed me! I didn’t hardly stand a chance!”
“And of course Sammy didn’t exactly come to the rescue, did he?” Leslie, recovered from her contretemps with Lizzie, grinned up at Taylor. She liked Lizzie’s friends much more than she actually liked Lisbeth herself…
“He stood there and took pictures!” Taylor bleated, just as Aisha, Leslie, and Cora noticed a matching set of ligature marks fading on Taylor’s ankles. Even Chelsea wandered over with a big grin on her face…
“Oh my God!” Chelsea snickered as she drank in Taylor’s blushing face. “I remember helping Krysten babysit those freaks! I spent the whole time tied up on the living room floor!”
“And what about Krysten?” Leslie asked with a smile.
“She got loose,” Chelsea smirked, “and wouldn’t untie me! She walked them to the playground and left me there tied up!” A tale met with chortles of laughter, even from Taylor. “So welcome to the club, Taylor! Nobody’s safe around the Hartmans!”
But as evidenced by the commotion at the door, safety was illusory at the Morgans’ too; as Chelsea regaled her friends with stories of Skyler and Sammy Hartman, a slender blonde figure was bodily thrown onto the pool deck from inside the house. Her arms were pinioned behind her back, and a thick wooly towel was tied through her mouth—the girl wriggled her bound wrists and mewled animatedly—“Lizzie!” Aisha shrieked upon recognizing the hands-tied girl as Lizzie—“Who did this to”—
“That would be me!” Lana, striding onto the pool deck and seizing Lizzie’s arms, asserted crossly. “I’m so sick of Lizzie and her smart mouth! Nobody calls me a bitch and gets away with it, especially Lizzie Potty-Mouth here! I’m her big sister, and damn it, I’m going to have some respect if I have to beat it out of her!” Lizzie still glared angrily at Lana, but the understanding that her hands were tied behind her back and her mouth stopped left her sullenly uncertain, suspecting that she was fairly at Lana’s mercy without help from her friends. Who all seemed to be standing around enjoying the scene…
Just as a circle of grinning friends, neighbors, and sisters seemed to be closing in on a Lizzie unable to free her hands and nervously aware of the pool nearby, a phone on a deckside table suddenly caroled out merrily—Chelsea, recognizing the tune as her message tone, skipped over and checked her message—“Hey guys!” she chortled. “Look what Krys just sent me!” She held up her phone with its generous screen—
“Who sent you that?” Taylor bleated, blushing vividly at her gang as they devoured a picture of her lying in the Hartman living room with her hands tied behind her back and her ankles also tightly tied. But in not nearly as much distress as her tale to them had suggested—
“Skyler forwarded it Maggie O’Hara,” Chelsea sniggered, “and Krysten just sent it here!” She cast an amused grin at red-faced Taylor. “Yeah, you can tell you just hated Skyler and Devan ganging up on you!” Even Lizzie seemed to be giggling beneath her towel-gag… But before Taylor could concoct a suitable reply, a sudden cry—
“Girls!”—uh-oh, seven young ladies gasped—
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### Re: The Land of Snowden: Summer (Tie-Up) School

Post by Mister Mistoffelees » Thu Jul 29, 2010 8:43 pm

Done and done, cricks; the display gave me headaches while I was inserting the italics and underlining. Should be fixed now, old bean...
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### Yepper, cricks...

Post by Mister Mistoffelees » Thu Jul 29, 2010 8:52 pm

...that's the scene Chell is remembering indeed! I've always wanted to get back to the Hartman kids since then, and this sounded like a bit of fun--and besides, Skyler and Sammy are a perfect fit for this particular asylum...
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### Re: The Land of Snowden: Summer (Tie-Up) School

Post by dex » Sun Aug 01, 2010 10:01 pm

DUDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, HAPPY DAYS ARE HERE AGAIN, NEW SNOOPS
Being bisexual is the worst of any world because you don't really belong anywhere, because you are never sure of yourself or those around you. You can't trust in anyone, their motives or their intentions. And because of that, you have no true identity.

### Re: The Land of Snowden: Summer (Tie-Up) School

Post by MrJones » Thu Aug 12, 2010 2:53 pm

Intriguing start, Mr. M! Glad to see you posting here again, and I look forward to what adventures your Snoops get up to this time!

### Chapter 2

Post by Mister Mistoffelees » Thu Aug 12, 2010 5:18 pm

Thanks for the good words; now it's time for Chapter 2, in which certain troublemakers get "Busted!" Read and enjoy!...
Cricks, there are plenty of dads who might have a say in the goings-on at Valleyview this hot day...
Dex, more new characters will appear presently...
MrJones, to answer your looking forward...
2 Busted!
The image of Taylor Jensen in a skimpy top, skimpy shorts, and not-so-skimpy ropes—clothesline, actually, to be precise—had made its way around Valleyview Estates. At least to a couple pool parties whose guests even then were giggling at the tall blonde…
Abbie Dwight was snorting gales of laughter into her hands as her gathered friends gazed at the image on Felicity’s phone. Serenity too found Taylor’s obvious enjoyment of her predicament hilarious, even if it did cut a little to close to the bone of her own nature. “Wishing it was you with Joey?” Abbie sniggered slyly at her friend, precisely reading ‘Ren’s thoughts. Which certain of the guests assembled at the Mabrey pool found odd…
“What do you mean?” Merri asked innocently, still wringing out her low-hanging ponytail. Charity suppressed a giggle and a wry riposte at her middle sister—
“I think she means that Taylor actually liked that!” Jill smirked, somewhat dismayed but also oddly intrigued. “Look at the smile on her face!” Taylor had always had a winning smile… “And you like it too, don’t you Serenity?” Jill added, casting a wry glance at Serenity. “What Abbie was sayin’!” Serenity gaped and blushed—“You like it both ways, don’t you?” Which made Serenity’s eyes start out of her head—
“What!”—
“Well,” Jill replied with her best worldly smile, “that one night when we were sleeping over here before we went to find that dog-fighting ring in the old school, it looked like you had a good time tying us up! That time you said you were going to make us practice getting captured by bad guys! Well, at least you had fun until you got in trouble with your mom!” Not a good memory for Serenity—Charity’s talent for crying on cue—and setting off Merri into real crying as a result—got them discovered by Dr. Mabrey and Serenity grounded for a week, which Serenity still remembered clearly…
“I keep tellin’ her,” Charity teased her sister with mock-patience, “if she wants a big wet sloppy smooch from her boyfriend Joey she ought to tie him up instead of letting him tie her up!”
“Do you mind, Abbie!” Serenity scolded an Abbie who burst out into peals of laughter at Charity’s words, suspecting what had really set off Abbie’s laughter “Anyway,” she continued in a valiant effort to change the subject from her own proclivities, “Taylor’s supposed to be going over to Leslie’s place today. Think we ought to go see if she made it there?”
“Maybe she hopped!” Merri suddenly burst out with a giggle, which turned heads toward her. “Just sayin’,” she shrugged—
“Maybe she did,” Felicity grinned. “Anyway, Chelsea’s over there with Lana, so why don’t we drop over and find out?” To general giggles of agreement, Felicity turned off the picture and called up her address book—
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Taylor was also making a big hit at the O’Hara pool. “You should have seen her!” an ash-blonde young lady of fourteen with a budding shape revealed by a skimpy medium-blue two-piece suit and matching flip-flop sandals giggled to the four assembled Snoops, the pictures in their full original glory on the Canon’s generous screen. “‘Sammy! You ain’t really taking my picture, are you!’ she was saying, even with the flash going off!” Skyler Hartman chortled—
“I keep telling you, Taylor’s as dumb as a box of rocks!” sniggered a lean, trim young lady of light-blonde tresses identical in hue and texture to Taylor’s. Devan Jensen was, like her younger sister, tall and willowy, but even at almost-sixteen found Taylor to be almost as tall as she was. Mom was practically six feet tall, and both Jensen daughters got their height honestly… Devan adjusted her hastily thrown-on dazzling-white, deceptively skimpy one-piece suit and shook her head laughingly at the picture. “The only way she keeps up in school is ‘cause Aisha al-Fashir practically does her homework for her!”
“Well, she must do all of it, ‘cause Taylor’s still in the top section this year!” a lean young man with scruffy ash-blond hair in baggy gray swim trunks blurted in an attempt to defend the absent Taylor—
“Ooh, sticking up for your sweetie, Sammy?” Skyler mocked lightly. Leaving Sammy to bridle indignantly. The fact that Sammy was the lone young man surrounded by a half-dozen attractive young women didn’t faze him; his mental focus was on the one particular attractive young woman who was at that moment at the Mabreys’ house—“Well, she’s over at Lissy Mabrey’s, so why don’t you go pay her a visit?” Sammy found the idea charming—more pretty girls, less one obnoxious sister…
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The collective breath of the gathered Morgans and guests—except perhaps a Lizzie who welcomed the sharply irate rejoinder which had interrupted them—was caught up guiltily as a woman in her late thirties, with a silky mane of golden-blonde hair which swished down her back as she strode purposefully onto the pool deck from inside the house, interrupted the festivities. Lainie Morgan—the Morgan family matriarch and the mother of Lana, Leslie, and Lizzie—had seemed, as Hope Mabrey liked to borrow from Erma Bombeck, to have carried her babies in a shopping bag for nine months; any trace evidence of her three pregnancies had merely contributed to a delicious Jayne Mansfield-esque hourglass shape which her thirty-seven years bore with twenty-years-younger grace. Her tight white polo shirt and short khaki shorts accentuated her still-nubile charms, but her still-charming face was severe and scolding as she parted the gathered daughters and guests on her way to a still bound-and-gagged Lizzie—
“What is this all about?” she demanded stringently in a tone which well masked her native honeyed drawl as she glowered over a Lizzie thankful for Mom’s intervention. “Who is responsible for this—this—this!” she stuttered indignantly, displaying a Lizzie who plastered a little more lachrymose helplessness on her face to deepen the indictment.
“I did!” Lana asserted irritably and promptly. “Lizzie was calling Leslie Freakshow again, and I had enough of it! She called me a bitch and I shut her up for it!” Which steered Lainie’s ire in an entirely new direction—
“Is this true?” she demanded of a quailing Lizzie, whose faux-lachrymose expression began to veer into shocked indignation—“Did you call Leslie Erin that awful name again?” Lizzie hesitated—“I’ll ask Cora Lee, Lisbeth Ann! She’ll tell me the truth and you know it!” Nothing had more mollified Lainie to her daughter Leslie’s same-gender romance with Cora than the simple, quietly polite, honest nature of Cora herself, and Lainie had practically adopted Cora as one of her own. She knew Cora Lee would not lie…
And so did Lizzie. She glared mulishly at Cora, then Leslie, decided that phony lachrymose innocence wouldn’t cut it this time—“Shmm mzz mm fwwk!” she snapped through her towel-gag—“Wmmk mmt rr! Gwnn hmrr!”
“Then you know what?” Lainie retorted with a dangerously calm smile. “I think that you’ve earned that gag, Lisbeth Ann! As far as I’m concerned, you can keep it in your filthy little mouth all day until you can explain yourself to your father!” And the shocked expression on Lizzie’s face was entirely genuine this time… “Which means you can just have your hands tied like that all day too, so you can’t take out that gag!” She stepped back a bit, took in all the girls with her severe gaze. “You heard me, girls. She’s not to have her hands untied or her gag out at all today! Do you understand me?” All the girls nodded their understanding, not without more than a few sly grins at a wide-eyed, stunned Lizzie as Lana’s phone rang out its ringtone…
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The Housely home, as beautiful as it was, had no pool. Only three teenaged boys—two residents, one guest—who were scheming to get invited to one…
“I’m dying here!” the eldest, Jimmy Housely, panted as he lay stretched on the sofa in nothing but a baggy pair of shorts under the nearest outlet of the house’s central air. Which was distinctly overmatched by the blistering heat outside… “What do you say we just crash a pool?”
“And not be allowed to visit again,” the guest—Jaden Ross—wheezed as he lay stretched on the floor nearby, in nothing but loose swim trunks he had put on in the forlorn hope of getting invited to a pool. Whichever one Abbie was at would be sufficient… “I was hoping Abbie would call!”
“She’s hiding,” the third young man—Joey Housely—yawned from his heat-induced fatigue. His pair of trunks was distinctly skimpier than either Jimmy’s or Jaden’s, fortunately for him since he was the farthest from a source of cool air. “Now that her sister lives up here, she tries to hide out whenever she doesn’t want to sit her nephews and nieces. If she sees you going somewhere, her sister will know where you’re going and call her!”
“Geez,” Jimmy groused, “that chick is richer than all our families combined! Why doesn’t she just hire somebody and leave Abbie be? What does she do all the time anyway? All she does is write books!” And movie scripts, among other things…
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One of which was to whine about her weight. Once again, Abigail Dwight Giles was staring at herself in the master-bedroom mirror of her new home—the former Henshaw home, one up from the Housely place, which had lain empty for some years before Abby Giles bought the place with straight-up cash—in nothing but her underwear, grimacing self-piteously at her reflection…
“Look at this!” she whimpered, lifting an arm and waving it. The flesh beneath her raised bicep trembled imperceptibly—“I could use my arm fat to fan myself!” In the master bedroom’s bathroom, its door open so that he could see out to his bride at her mirror, Abigail’s husband Aaron Giles snickered silently and shook his head while he dried himself from his shower. His lanky, lean frame, at twenty-seven of an age with his dismayed bride, showed scant traces of a rather sedentary lifestyle encouraged by his lab-work at MediChem Labs, income which as munificent as it was seemed little more than lunch money compared to the millions Abby was making from her writing. He dried his dark-blond hair while sighing at Mrs. Giles’ latest bout of self-torture… “Oh my God!” she wailed, pinching at her waist just above her matronly white-cotton briefs, “look at this! ‘Can you pinch an inch,’ they ask! I can pinch a foot!”
“Not a foot!” Aaron tried to assuage Abby’s regularly-scheduled dismay. It seemed to him that the fact that he’d helped her make three babies already—an attempt at a fourth was what had them in the master bedroom in their current state of undress at that time of day—would be sufficient to convince Abby that he still found her deliciously desirable no matter the warped image she had of herself. “That’s only three inches tops!” Which he knew was the exactly wrong thing to say—just after he said it, like always…
“I am fat!” she wailed, not with a wry edge to the self-accusation but with genuine consternation as she ran her hands through chin-length ash-blonde locks trimmed against the summer heat much shorter than she was used to wearing her hair. “I’m just a fat little blob!” A term she had once heard her little sister Tricia use on herself, now adopted to describe Abby herself….
“You’re not fat!” Aaron dismissed tenderly, stealing up behind her and wrapping his long arms around her 5-3 frame. His long fingers stole up toward her plump, bra-clad bosom—
“Yes I am!” Abby pouted, not reassured by her husband’s touch, “I don’t even have any business trying to have another baby! I’ll probably die of a heart attack before it even makes it to school age!” She allowed herself to settle back into Aaron’s arms for a long moment—“You better go,” she mewled, “you’ll be late.” She remained at her self-pitying post at the mirror as Aaron finished dressing and left for the lab, reassuring her that he would be home soon for another try at making that baby…
Abby felt her eyes welling piteously as she stared at her reflection. He loves me so much…so much he won’t admit that I’m fat, a fat little blob of mommy that’s no more desirable than an old pig! I’m just a big old sow, and—
Her depressing reverie was rudely interrupted by a pair of rolled-up footie socks bounced saucily off her head—“Okay, baby sister!” a sharply teasing woman’s voice rejoined, “pity-party time’s over! Time to put on your big girl panties and grow up about yourself!”—and Abby turned to see standing in the door a diminutive woman, at 5-5 only a couple inches taller than Abby herself. She was a fair-toned woman of slender build, with long silky black hair cascading down her back, clad in a white tank top and shorts which seemed cool and comfortable. The face framed by the long flowing tresses was a finely-drawn Asian face with big, brilliant black eyes lighting a sly giaconda smile…
“Big girl panties?” Abby mewled. “More like huge-girl panties! We’re lucky I didn’t break the bed, Annie!”
Annie Miyazaki—by her dad Dave Miyazaki’s marriage to Abby’s mom Nancy Dwight, Abby’s one-year-elder stepsister—snorted as she stalked into the bedroom. “Today’s subject,” the young brand-new foreign-languages professor at Snowden State chuckled as she fairly dove into her “baby sister’s” chest of drawers, “is warped body image! Small woman in chronic pregnancy complete with post-partum depression sees herself as fat! Trust me, I’ve seen real fat, and you’re not it!” She tossed a selection of clothes fairly at Abby’s head—
“I can’t wear this!” Abby dithered as he picked up the sleeveless white blouse and white linen shorts Annie—real name Aniko Miyazaki, but everyone who knew her called her Annie—had flung at her.
Annie stared long and hard at Abby. “You know,” she opined with dangerous irony, “I don’t need to put up with the attitude, baby sister! If you’re going to sit there and whine again, I’m going to give you a real attitude adjustment! And since I just finished putting my nieces and nephew down for their afternoon naps, I’ve got plenty of time to give it to you!” And her hand emerged from the dresser with a few extra items…
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### Re: The Land of Snowden: Summer (Tie-Up) School

Post by dex » Thu Aug 12, 2010 11:00 pm

take that "lisbeth anne" is it just me or do half the adults adress with bost first and middle names???
Being bisexual is the worst of any world because you don't really belong anywhere, because you are never sure of yourself or those around you. You can't trust in anyone, their motives or their intentions. And because of that, you have no true identity.

### Re: The Land of Snowden: Summer (Tie-Up) School

Post by Chase Ricks » Thu Oct 07, 2010 7:56 am

Yes do indeed lest I send my Alliance of Evil rp characters to snatch your detectives away and hold them ransom until you post the next segment of the story up.
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

### Chapter 3

Post by Mister Mistoffelees » Sun Oct 17, 2010 5:20 pm

3 Attitude Adjustments, Part the First
Lana took the call from Felicity while the rest of her little pool party listened in. “…sure, I’d like that, Lissy, but I have to ask my mom, and she’s…” She smiled at her mother, still standing in the sliding glass doors from the basement. “Lissy Mabrey and her sisters want to come over. ‘Ren has Abbie Dwight with her, and Charity has Jill Burton and Merri Howland. That okay?”
Lainie thought for a moment. She knew nothing about Charity’s young friends, but also knew that Charity generally was a very good girl, and of course her niece Abbie was always good for Leslie—“Sure,” she affirmed. “Sounds like it might be fun!” Lana eagerly passed the good news to Felicity…
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Hannah and Maggie saw the gaggle of girls emerge into the Mabrey side yard to head for the Morgan house—“Where are you guys going?” Maggie called. Upon receipt of Lissy’s answer, Maggie too dialed up the Morgans’. Lainie decided she liked the idea of hosting all the local girls in one great-big pool party…
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“W-what are you doing?” Abby bleated, more at the items in Annie’s hands than at Annie herself.
“Well,” Annie grinned nefariously, “you need an attitude adjustment, and I’m here to give it to you. Now, you can be a good baby sister and let me do this, or I can pull rank on you! Not to mention a little bit of martial arts!” Such as her third-dan black belt…
“Are you crazy?” Abby asked incredulously, edging herself toward the bedroom door and wondering whether insanity ran in the Miyazaki family…
“How soon they forget!” Annie sighed mockingly. “Remember what we did in the sorority when one of the sisters started needing an attitude adjustment?” Abby gulped, remembering too well—“Well, we can’t quite borrow the Temple of Light at the chapter house, but your bed will work just as well. The Rite of Correction works just as well horizontally as vertically. And remember, I was your pledge mistress, Sister Abigail!” Okay, Abby gulped, so she is crazy!—and she edged a little closer to the door—
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The quickest of the Mabrey sisters was undoubtedly Charity, who simply picked up her towel, sunglasses, and sunblock and scampered to the Morgan house with Merri and Jill in tow. Felicity and Serenity—along with their guests Chelsea and Abbie—at least took the time to slip into shorts—
“Hey Snotface!” Charity’s cell call alerted Serenity, “you guys just have to get over here! You won’t believe it!” Which spurred the foursome to hurry their preparations, reaching the Morgan driveway just as the six from the O’Hara house also arrived. They pattered their way down around the Morgan house—emerged onto the pool deck—
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“They’re all going down to the Mabreys’ place,” Jimmy reported from the big picture window. “Every chick from Valleyview, I’d bet!” Since that number included Serenity and Abbie, Joey and Jaden were very interested…
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“No, I’m not fat!” Abby lamented as she backed away from a bedroom door which Annie had beaten her to. From all the way across the room, no less!—“I’m just so slow I waddle!”
“Just goes to show you, you shouldn’t sass your big sister!” Annie retorted triumphantly. “Now, Sister Abigail, march your little butt right over to that bed and lie down!”
“Annie, aren’t we too old to be doing this?” Abby pleaded, stalling for time—
“Once a sister, always a sister!” Annie sniggered back.
“But the babies!”—
“Monitor is right here,” Annie interjected, lifting the small receiver from the waistband of her shorts and placing it on Aaron’s dresser. And still Abby hesitated—“Do you want me to call the rest of our baby sisters to help? You know I’ll do it!” Which humiliating thought finally propelled Abby back to her tousled bed…
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“Lizzie!” Abbie gaped at the sight of gagged, hands-tied Lizzie sitting irately in a folding chair, surrounded by a chortling ring of Valleyview girls. “Why’s she tied up like that?” Lainie quickly explained…
“Well,” Serenity grinned slyly at the conclusion of Mrs. Morgan’s explanation for Lisbeth’s plight, “if that’s supposed to be punishment, it isn’t really very much!” She noted Mrs. Morgan’s quizzical expression—“I mean, nothing but a towel for a gag and her hands tied. That’s not very much punishment for that kind of attitude!”
“So, do you have any suggestions, ‘Ren?” Lana asked, quickly getting the drift of her young neighbor’s thoughts.
“I’m not sure I want to see this!” Lainie fairly giggled, hurrying back inside while Serenity—along with the rest of the gathered partiers—grinned evilly at the relatively helpless Lizzie…
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“On your front, Sister Abigail!” Annie enjoined Abby, who complied with a queasy smirk on her face, placing herself face-down on her bed after smoothing the ruffled sheets. “Good!” Annie chirped. The bed was a richly-carved wooden four-poster, which made matters simple… “Arms out! Reach up to the bedposts!”
“This is crazy!” Abby mewled, but still complied. Annie quickly seized the nearest wrist and wrapped a couple tight coils of pantyhose around it, then stretched the hand up toward the post. A few turns of the stretchy hosiery later, Abby’s left hand was securely tied to the headboard. “I hope those aren’t my good pantyhose, Annie!” she reproved Annie.
“According to you, you’re too fat to dress anyhow, so what’s the loss?” Annie retorted with a giggling scold in her voice. “And you can’t tell me you can’t afford to replace them anyway!” Now, it was Abby’s right wrist’s turn to be bound up in a pair of pantyhose and secured to the opposite side of the headboard… “Okay, that’ll hold you for a minute!” Annie chirped with satisfaction at her good work, then turned for the door—
“You’re just leaving me here?” Abby gaped—
“Only for a second!” Annie scolded. “I’m going to check on the babies, and grab a few other supplies. Just enjoy yourself until I’m back!” Leaving Abby to twist her bound wrists and try to wriggle herself into a more comfortable position on her bed…
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Leslie and Lana led their guests in a quick raid of their bedrooms and Dad’s garage. When the girls reassembled, they carried a virtual arsenal of rope, clothesline, scarves, socks, bandannas, hose and tights, various types of tape, bathrobe and other kinds of belts, even a few old electrical cords…
Charity, Merri, and Jill had been detailed to keep watch over their prisoner Lizzie while the rest of the girls dug up their various treasures, and the three youngest of the partiers goggled at the bounty of ligatures before them… “We’re using all that on Lizzie?” Merri, rather nonplused by the whole affair in the first place, queried uneasily—
“It is kind of much,” Lana admitted to her chubby little friend. “We could do up Lizzie like a mummy and still have stuff left over!” Which idea—being mummified by her alleged friends—seemed rather to terrify Lizzie, who glanced at the pool-deck gate as if weighing her ability to get through it in her present semi-helpless state… “And since you’re sitting there thinking about running, little potty-mouth, that’s the first thing we’re taking care of!” And in a trice, Lana had tied Lizzie’s well-tanned legs at the ankles and knees with clean white clothesline… “Okay, what next?” Leslie spoke up with a suggestion…
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All Abby had succeeded in doing was to pull herself up a little closer to the headboard. Her wrists were still tied tightly to the far posts of the headboard when Annie arrived—bearing plenty of clothesline and tape…
“The kids are all sleeping like angels,” Annie pronounced as she sauntered into the room with her treasure. “Now, time to take care of those little footsies!”
‘I’m already tied up, Annie!” Abby protested from her place prone on the bed, instinctively crossing her ankles defensively—
“As of right now, that’s Sister Aniko to you, Sister Abigail! Your little Rite of Correction is just about to start, as soon as I get your feet tied!”
“Annie, come on, you don’t”—only to have her protest interrupted with a quick sharp smack across her defenseless, white-cotton-clad bottom—
“Sister Aniko, Sister Abigail!” Annie scolded as Abby yelped from the quick smack—“Now obey your pledge mistress and spread your feet! Or would you rather I spank your silly little butt some more?” Which got Abby to quickly stretch her bare feet toward the posts on the footboard… “Better,” Annie affirmed seizing Abby’s left ankle. “And do you have something to say to your pledge mistress?”
“An—Sister Aniko, I…I…this is silly!” Abby half-giggled. “This isn’t”—only to be stopped by a pair of quick sharp swats to her derriere—“Okay! All right! ‘Sister Aniko,’” Abby spieled as the memory of the old response came back to her, “ ‘I apologize to you for my errors, and to all my sisters, past, present, and yet to come, and promise in the spirit of our protectress and inspiration Pallas Athena to avoid any such error in the future.’ There, I apologized, Annie, and—ouch!” she yelped as a trio of smacks to her bottom echoed in the bedroom—“I’m sorry, Sister Aniko! Now will you please stop spanking my butt?”
“Oh, Sister Abigail,” Annie sniggered, wrapping Abby’s left ankle up in clothesline and stretching it toward the nearest bedpost, “we haven’t even started! You’re not all the way in the Temple of Correction yet, you know! So maybe you better stop with the attitude and get with the program, Sister Abigail!” Sullenly, Abby allowed Annie to tie her ankles to the two lower bedposts…
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“Mm hmmt oo, Wzzwmm!” Lizzie spat through her gag as Leslie followed up on her suggestion, taking a length of clothesline and tying Lizzie’s elbows close together behind her back.
“Oh be quiet, Lizzie!” Leslie scolded, her good humor returning with each coil of cord around Lizzie’s elbows. “Anyway, you’re always complaining that your boobs aren’t big enough, and having your elbows tied like this fixes that! So just shut up and quit complaining!” Lizzie, already uncomfortable in her bonds, glared angrily at the giggling gaggle of girls around her-- “Who’s next?” Leslie asked sunnily—and Merri raised her hand—
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“Now we’re ready for the Rite of Correction!” Annie sniggered over an Abby stringently tied into a prone spreadeagle on her own bed. Then she noticed—“Oh! except for one thing!” Abby groaned, her hope that Annie would forget dashed—
Annie quickly pulled a pair of rolled-up white socks from Abby’s drawer along with a bright red bandanna—“Not quite the exact way we enforced ‘the silence of Pallas Athena’s temple’, Sister Abigail, but in a pinch it’ll do.” She leaned over Abby’s head. “Open wide, errant little sister!” she chided. Abby smirked—“Lighten up, Sister Abigail, and think about our baby sister Trish going through this same thing! She’s a legacy, and she already told me before that she was going to pledge this fall! The silence of Pallas Athena’s temple would really suit her sometimes, wouldn’t it, don’t you think?” Abby had to agree as she let Annie gag her…
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### Re: The Land of Snowden: Summer (Tie-Up) School

Post by Chase Ricks » Sun Oct 17, 2010 5:55 pm

Excellent! Snoops abound where all all others fail. This fall/winter will have great tugs indeed on the site.
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

### Re: The Land of Snowden: Summer (Tie-Up) School

Post by vantran » Sat Oct 01, 2011 12:07 pm

Please continue

### Okay, you talked me into it...

Post by Mister Mistoffelees » Fri Oct 28, 2011 8:41 pm

...so I'll post an old chapter I found while I was digging around my HD for new stuff for Girl Detectives in Trouble and deviantArt! In this chapter, there are a few more "Attitude Adjustments," involving several of our Snowden friends! Read and enjoy...
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4 Attitude Adjustments, Part the Second
“Are you sure you’ve never played tie-up?” Leslie sniggered as Merri folded over a bandanna into a long strip and wrapped it over Lizzie’s eyes.
“Nope,” Merri replied mildly as she knotted the bandanna behind Lizzie’s head, sealing off her vision. “I just thought she wouldn’t be so mad if she couldn’t see what we’re doin’ to her.” Fortunately for Merri, she couldn’t decipher the shriek Lizzie screeched through her towel-gag at that sentiment…
“Any more volunteers?” Lana chirped to the gathered partiers—
“I remember last fall how she so enjoyed her hogtie!” Aisha spluttered, prodding a giggle from Lana and an angry squeal from Lizzie. In moments Lizzie had been hauled down onto the deck, face-first on a mercifully laid-out beach towel, and secured tightly into an ankles-to-elbows hogtie by Lana…
“What’s this stuff about last fall?” Taylor asked Aisha innocently while Lizzie was having her hogtie finished up. Which provoked smiles, blushes, and giggles from all who had been part of that wild night… “…so,” Taylor peeped as Aisha finished telling her friend and classmate about that wild, fun, fractious night, “you guys really spent all night tying each other up? And you liked it?”
“Oh, don’t act so innocent, Taylor!” her big sister Devan snorted deprecatingly. “It wasn’t fifteen minutes ago you were making eyes at Sammy while we tied you up!” Which made Sammy blush, and Taylor blush harder…
“If you want,” Merri offered helpfully to Taylor, “there’s plenty of rope here, so they could tie you up again if you want ‘em to!” Which left Taylor’s fair face a vivid scarlet—
And a wide smile on Lana’s face. “You know,” she grinned slyly, casting a quick glance inside to check if Mom was listening, “that kind of gives me an idea!…”
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Abby lay stretched out in a taut prone spreadeagle, clad in nothing but bra and panties, thoroughly gagged with a pair of her own socks and her own bandanna, watching Annie smilingly sort through a pile of odd items she had brought to the bedroom. Annie’s fingers picked through the pile—and Abby’s eyes widened in distinct trepidation—
“I didn’t see any sorority paddles downstairs,” Annie explained with a naughty grin on her face, “but lucky for me you and Aaron got the large industrial-size paint stirrer! I’m sort of betting you regret repainting the living room now, don’t you Sister Abigail?” The stirrer in question was a good foot-and-a-half long, thick blue plastic with oval holes down its length above the handle. And Abby knew just why Annie had brought it…
“Nnnph!” Abby squealed, knowing just what was coming.
Annie didn’t seem to care. “Sister Abigail,” she intoned with impressive gravity, “you have erred against the sisterhood and yourself by your lack of self-respect and your warped image of yourself. You have allowed your self-pity to blind you to your true beauty and worth, and have resisted the efforts of your sisters to set you back on your path to rediscovering your true self. Therefore, you will undergo the Rite of Correction as a reminder to you to avoid these errors in the future. As you have already required Correction three times, you will receive four strokes of the Wand of Discipline. Prepare yourself for your Correction, Sister Abigail.” Abby still couldn’t quite believe this was happening…
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Taylor Jensen might not have been the most deserving student in Section 1, but she was clued-in enough to realize that she was the next candidate for tying. And while Merri had indeed guessed at the fact that Taylor had enjoyed the game at Sammy and Skyler’s, the idea of being tied up in front of most of her friends and her big sister was not appealing, so she edged toward the deck gate into the side yard, measuring whether she could make good a quick escape on her long, nimble legs—
“And just where do you think you’re going, Taylor Ann?” Devan scolded with a huge grin from the direction of the deck gate, having guessed perfectly what her little sister intended to do. “You weren’t trying to get away from us, were you?”
“Actually, I sort of was,” Taylor wheedled sheepishly, nervously watching the rest of the girls slowly closing in on her. “I’ve already been tied up today!”
“And you can’t go a second time?” Skyler, edging beside her friend Devan to help cut off Taylor’s retreat. The rest of the girls continued to close in on a fidgeting Taylor… “Look at Sammy over there!” Skyler giggled, pointing out a goggling Sammy standing sidewise at the edge of the pool. Yeah, little brother, I know you’re enjoying this!… “You wouldn’t want to deprive him of the chance to take more pictures of you all tied up and cute, would you?”
“I get the feeling it ain’t exactly going to be my choice,” Taylor peeped. Then an idea—“Can I at least get into my bathing suit? It’s kind of hot today, you know!” Devan, Skyler, and Sammy shared a glance—
“Well, all right,” Lana allowed, “but if you’re not out here in five minutes we’re coming in after you! Just look at Lizzie if you don’t think I mean it!” Which provoked a gulp down Taylor’s throat as she picked her way into the house…
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Ouch—ouch—ouch—ouch!—
Four swift, hard strokes of the paddle later, and Abby’s generous bottom crackled with the sting of Annie’s sisterly spanking. Rite of Correction indeed…
“Well, we don’t have a Temple of Light here, Sister Abigail, so you can just stay there for a while,” Annie grinned, reaching to pull down Abby’s gag long enough for the obligatory reply.
“You’re not untying me?” Abby squeaked—
“After the Rite comes the therapy, Sister Abigail! Now, say your part, Sister!”
“I thank my sisters for my correction, and pledge to honor all my sisters past, present, and yet to come, by striving in the future to avoid my error with all my heart and all my will,” Abby spieled with easy memory, surprised not only at how easily the response came back to her, but at how oddly fun the experience had been, a little trip back into her teens and earliest twenties, a reminder of what sometimes felt like a far-away youth… “Now, will you please untmmph!” Abby choked off as Annie replaced her gag—
“Don’t want to wake up the babies, Abby!” Annie sniggered, and the dropping of their ostentatious sorority titles suggested that what Annie next had in mind was definitely not the usual Gamma Kappa Epsilon routine. “Now,” Annie grinned, flexing her fingers, “since you’re so conveniently helpless at the moment…”
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Lainie was lounging in the basement lounge beside Leslie’s basement bedroom, enjoying the cool shade therein while keeping an idle eye on the shenanigans outside. That boy Sammy Hartman must feel like he’s in heaven with all those pretty girls around!…then tall, slim Taylor edged inside, her face scarlet—“You look a little embarrassed, Taylor honey!” Lainie called genially. “Changing into your suit?”
“Uh-huh,” Taylor mewed, turning toward the small downstairs bathroom—
“Mom!” Lana called, peeking in from the outside door. “Make sure she only takes five minutes! And don’t let her sneak—I meant it, Taylor!” Lana giggled, spying Taylor at the bathroom door. “Hurry up!”
“Lana, what are you up to?” Lainie asked, noting Lana’s avid, naughty grin—
“Just ask Lizzie!” Lana giggled. “We decided she needs a playmate!”
Lainie’s eyes goggled—“Lana Kay Morgan!” she scolded—“do you mean to tell me that”—
“It’s okay, Mrs. Morgan,” Taylor replied with her famously cute little smirk on her pixie face, finally showing Mrs. Morgan her still-marked wrists. “It’s not the first time today, see, and…”
“Oh, I see,” Lainie smiled slyly, noting Sammy gazing inside. “So you’re being Samuel’s pretty little damsel-in-distress today?” Taylor nodded sheepishly. “And here I thought today would be dull!” She winked at Lana—“It’s all right, Lana. I won’t let Sammy’s prisoner escape!” She glanced at the now-closed bathroom door, wondering just how red Taylor’s face was at that moment…
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“Nnnnph!” Abby squealed as Annie settled beside her, sitting on the edge of the bed—“Pmmz!” But Annie was unmoved, grinning as she dug a finger into Abby’s defenseless side—Abby shrieked—
“Ooh, still as ticklish as I remember!” Annie laughed. “Now let’s see,” she teased, “just where all were you ticklish at?” Abby quailed, knowing full well the answer to that question…
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Taylor emerged from the bathroom in only three minutes—a little eager, are we Taylor Ann, Lainie observed wryly to herself—in a cute little sky-blue two-piece which matched the color of Taylor’s sky-blue eyes. Taylor actually preferred one-piece suits, but her build made it hard to find one which actually fit her well…
And the thongs of the red flip-flop sandals on her feet perfectly matched the vivid red blush on Taylor’s fair-complexioned face… “It’s all right, Taylor honey,” Lainie smiled. “Your secret’s safe with us. Just be careful about the water. And don’t forget your sunblock, honey!” And gnawing her lip, Taylor edged back onto the pool deck—and, Lainie saw, immediately disappeared among the other girls—and Sammy too…
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Even Abby, in the midst of her squealing, shrieking agony, had to admit to herself that the gag was very useful. Had she not been well and truly gagged, she not only would have awakened Penny, Ella, and Aidenn, she probably would have woken the dead… “Nnn! Stmmp!” she squealed as Annie’s fingers dug deeply into Abby’s sensitive sides, her ribs, even the bare soles of her feet…
Annie, detecting a wheeze in Abby’s tortured laughter, took a pause, sitting herself again on the side of the bed and gazing merrily down on her captive stepsister and friend. “Bet you haven’t laughed like that for a while, right Abby?” Since Abby at that moment was still trying to retrieve her breath, Annie didn’t really expect an answer, just kept on talking. “Admit it,” she winked, “you need the break. The novel, the movie script, and the move all at once. I told you it was too much, but you just had to be the overachiever again, didn’t you?” She could tell from Abby’s smirk that she was—as usual, Annie would readily say—correct on that point… “Plus three babies and working on a fourth during all of that! No wonder you haven’t conceived yet—you’re stressed out! So just consider this my contribution to getting my fourth niece or nephew from you!” She saw that Abby was breathing easier again… “So, are you ready for the next round?” Abby shook her head—“That’s rhetorical, by the way,” Annie giggled as she flexed her fingers yet again. “Let’s see where else you’re ticklish! Let’s see—are your knees ticklish?” Yep, that’s ticklish too, she smiled as Abby bucked against the mischievous fingertips teasing the backs of her knees… “Hmm, where else might you be ticklish?” This could really be fun!…
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“Are we done already?” Jill smirked as Skyler raised her camera toward a Taylor Jensen who had just had her hands tied behind her back, palm-to-palm to accentuate her assets for Sammy…
“No,” Skyler demurred as she clicked off a set of snaps. “It’s going to be a photo set. ‘The Terrible Tying of Taylor,’ I’m going to call it. Pictures for each thing we add to her. So what’s next?”
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Lainie, straightening up her living room, saw three young men gazing longingly in the general direction of her pool. Three fine young boys, all very handsome, and I’m sure they know the girls are here! Jimmy Housely—I wish Leslie wouldn’t try to juggle him along with Cora Lee, but he’s not a bad young man. Joey Housely—I’m sure he’d love to be with Serenity, and there are enough people to keep them from misbehaving. And Jaden Ross! Not quite Jimmy’s masculinity, but Jaden is such a sweet young man, and very cute in a pretty sort of way—no wonder that niece of mine Abbie adores him so much! Well, I suppose it wouldn’t do any harm…
“Boys!” she called as she emerged through her front door, “You poor boys look like you’re dying from the heat! Tell you what—the girls are playing around the pool, and I’m sure they’d be glad to have you!” No need to twist their arms, she smiled as the three boys fairly raced each other to the Morgan house…
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### Re: The Land of Snowden: Summer (Tie-Up) School

Post by Chase Ricks » Fri Oct 28, 2011 10:12 pm

Been an extremely long time my friend. We have missed your writings a whole lot. Seems a coincidence you post a month almost after I have returned to the site too.
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

### Re: The Land of Snowden: Summer (Tie-Up) School

Post by dex » Thu Nov 10, 2011 12:10 am

Mr M, when i said the school had blocked this site from the wifi, i was half right. But, i got around it to read your latest misadventure. I will admit it's nice to see a more relaxed tale with the snoops, as opposed to them running for their lives (although that's really good too).
Just wondering, since a lot has happened since the start of this story, whereabouts in the continuity does this one lie???
Being bisexual is the worst of any world because you don't really belong anywhere, because you are never sure of yourself or those around you. You can't trust in anyone, their motives or their intentions. And because of that, you have no true identity.

### Chapter 5

Post by Mister Mistoffelees » Fri Nov 18, 2011 9:44 pm

Shane, the only reason I bother to post at all is the response I get--and right now it seems that only you and dex car enough to respond! But in any case, I do have a new chapter here for you...
Good Dex, this was the summer before the events in Boyfriend Trouble, which means that Serenity and Joey's catastrophe hasn't happened yet! But now I think on it, I rather do have the opportunity to play with a little foreshadowing of future events, don't I?...
In any case, here's Chapter Five, in which the final dose of "Attitude Adjustment" are done and things begin to change direction. Read and enjoy!...
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5 Final Attitude Adjustments
“Small of the back—check!” Annie giggled as she again let Abby have a tortured few breaths after another tickle-onslaught, this one directed at the tender cleft of the small of her back. But this time, the wild giggles seemed to carry a hint of something else, not just the giggling agony of being tickled while helpless, but something more, something suggesting… “Not to mention a nice little slice of arousal, too! So tell me, does Aaron tickle you there when you’re trying to make a baby?” Abby’s squeak was suitably red-faced to answer Annie perfectly… “Well, this should be fun for you, so why not?” Abby almost giggled—“But for now, let’s see where else you’re ticklish!” She spied another potential site, and…
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Jimmy Housely, Joey Housely, and Jaden Ross all arrived at the pool gate simultaneously, thus were all arrested slack-jawed at the exact same moment by what they saw—
“Don’t get any ideas, Jaden!” Abbie giggled as the newly-arriving boys stared at the sight of Lizzie Morgan lying hogtied and gagged on the pool deck, and Taylor standing with her hands rather obviously tied behind her back. “Lizzie’s being punished!”
“And what exactly did Taylor do?” Jimmy spoke up.
“She got loose!” Sammy interjected with a huge grin, imbibing the sight of his sweetie Taylor with her hands bound behind her. Cute didn’t even begin to describe her in Sammy’s eyes… “And Lizzie needs a playmate!” Which immediately turned Jimmy’s eyes toward Leslie—
“I don’t know,” Cora spoke up, her big brown eyes also locked in on Leslie. “I think Leslie might be just a little bit too eager, if you ask me!” Which left Leslie blushing an incandescent shade of red—
“And don’t you even look at me like that, Joey!” Serenity warned a grinning Joey Housely. She knew just what was on his mind—
“Why?” Charity demanded—“Don’t you want to play pretend with your boyfriend no more?” Which left Serenity angrily agape—
“Not in public, at least!” Hannah, who knew Serenity and Joey’s games quite well, grinned. “Now, my sister Maggie”—
“No!” Maggie interrupted with a peremptory tone belied by her naughty smile.
“Well, then,” Lana queried the group, “who’s next after we get Taylor all tied up? Anyone?” No volunteers—so… “Eenie-meenie-minie-moe,” Lana declaimed, pointing to her friends and guests one by one, “Catch a victim by her toe! If she hollers, don’t let go! Eenie-meenie-minie-moe! My-mother-told-me-to-pick-the-very-best-one-and-you-are-not-it!” Her finger fell upon—
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“Okay,” Annie giggled, “let’s put it this way. Is there any place you’re not ticklish?” Abby, still wheezing from Annie’s latest tickle-assault, cringed and tried to wriggle away from Annie as far as her prone spreadeagle would allow. “Let’s find out!” Abby was giggling even before Annie’s fingertips resumed their attack…
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“Could we make it best two out of three?” She too, like Taylor before her, felt herself edging toward the gate and the safety beyond the Morgan pool and yard—
“No, Aisha!” Taylor—of all people—replied, a naughty giggle in her voice. “Especially since you liked it so much back in the fall, you said!” And indeed already Jimmy and Joey were circling behind her to cut off her escape… “And if I have to be tied up, so do you!”
“And I notice we’re not done with you yet either, Taylor!” Sammy chortled. “So don’t you be getting any ideas!”
“Okay, so what are we doing next? We haven’t even started on Aisha, and Taylor ain’t all tied up yet!” Charity objected.
“I know just how to keep Taylor in control!” Devan giggled, and a quick dive into the treasure trove on the deck revealed a scarf. “Hold still, baby sis!” she grinned, approaching a quailing Taylor, whose retreat was cut off by Sammy and Skyler. “This won’t hurt a bit!” She raised the scarf—Skyler and Sammy spun Taylor around, with her back to grinning Devan—
“What are you doing?” Taylor demanded—
“See? Dumb as a box of rocks!” Devan sniggered as she tightened the scarf over Taylor’s eyes. “You really can’t tell you’re being blindfolded?”
“That’s not what I meant, Dev!” Taylor bleated as her sister tightened her blindfold. “I meant, why are you blindfolding me?” It was an experience Taylor hadn’t had before…
“You can’t run away when you can’t see where you’re going, can you?” Devan teased.
“Well, that’s true, I guess,” Taylor admitted, unable to see anything with her eyes covered. “But this way I won’t get to see Aisha get tied up!”
“You’ll just have to listen to the soundtrack!” Skyler tittered as she led Taylor to a deck chair and sat her down. “But for now, I’m taking the next pic. ‘Taylor and the Blindfold!’ Smile for the camera, Taylor!”
“Wherever it is,” Taylor murmured, smiling uncertainly… “Now, are you guys going to start on Aysh yet?”
“Gee, thanks for the support, Taylor!” Aisha gulped, suddenly surrounded by pool-goers…
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“Need a break, little sis?” Annie cooed ironically to a wheezing Abby, obviously exhausted by her tickle-ordeal. Abby managed a faint nod—“Well, that’s what I thought,” Annie affirmed. “I’ll be back to cut you loose.” Thank God she’s getting sane again, Abbie sighed to herself as her sister left the bedroom…
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“Have you guys tied her up yet?” Taylor demanded from her sightless perch in the deck chair. She had idly tugged at the bonds around her wrists, but made no headway. Not that they’ll actually let me get myself untied, anyway…
“They’re getting there, Taylor!” Aisha replied a little testily from a small distance. “They’re already done up my hands! Anything else you want them to do to me?” she added with distinct irony in her voice.
“Behind your back?” Taylor inquired. “Your hands aren’t really tied unless they’re tied behind your back, you know!”
“Yes, Taylor!” Aisha retorted, irritably shaking a stray strand of her reddish-brown tresses out of her face. “They’re done up behind my back! Are you happy now?”
“You know,” Taylor suggested to the unseen friends around her, “she talks an awful lot! Maybe you guys should do something about that!”
“You first, Taylor!” Aisha retorted, not particularly thrilled with the suggestion Taylor was hinting at. “After all, you’re talking an awful lot too, you know!”
“Actually,” Lana added, a giggle in her voice, “I’m getting tired of both of them talking too much! What do you guys think?” Her question was met with giggles and sniggers—
“I think I’ll be quiet now!” Aisha murmured, abashed, and Taylor too fell silent. But it seemed entirely too late for their friends…
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Abby’s eyes goggled when she saw Annie stride into the bedroom with a sharp kitchen knife in her hands—“Oh, don’t worry, Abby! I’ll get you some new pantyhose, but I’m not wasting my time trying to pick those knots!” With a titter, Annie straddled the small of Abby’s back—plied the knife toward Abby’s left wrist—
“Hmm!” Abby objected when Annie immediately grabbed her just-freed wrist and dragged it behind her back, holding her pinioned arm with one hand while the other hand plied the knife on Abby’s still-bound right wrist—
“I just said you were getting a break!” Annie laughed as she seized Abby’s cut-loose right wrist and dragged it back beside its mate behind Abby’s back. “I never said I was untying you! So just relax!”
“Mrr kwmmzmm!” Abby bleated through her sock-and-bandanna gag as Annie coiled some kind of ligature—it felt to Abby like a bathrobe belt—around her pinioned wrists, securing her hands behind her back.
“Not the right thing to say to your sister while she’s tying you, Abby!” Annie teased. “And by the way, you can’t be so very fat at all, can you? I got your wrists together with no problem, even with you face-down on the bed! If you were as fat as you tell everybody, I couldn’t do that!”
“Smmwmm,” Abby mewled contritely in apology as Annie finished tying her hands. What next?…
“Now,” Annie continued, plying the knife on the bindings on Abby’s ankles, “about that break. You’re looking awful pallid, you know—pasty. Too damn much time sitting at that computer typing indoors, no doubt. You need some sun—builds up your melatonin, improves your mood.” And Abby’s eyes goggled when her mind registered what Annie was suggesting—
“By the way, you don’t have any gaps in that privacy fence out back, do you?”
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The gag—Aisha got an identical one, a handkerchief stuffed in the mouth and covered with a rolled-up bandanna—was Step Three in the Terrible Tying of Taylor photo shoot, after her hands and her blindfold. Her ankles—Step Four—had just been done up, as Aisha’s had been while sitting on the deck beside Taylor. If only Tucker Logan could see Aisha now, her friends agreed…
“Pretty maids all in a row!” Sammy chortled as he and his Y-chromosome colleagues gazed down at Aisha, Taylor, and Lizzie lying bound and gagged before them. Three beautiful young girls, all completely helpless…
“There’s only one thing wrong with this scene,” Skyler sniggered from behind the boys. “It’s kind of out of balance.”
“What do you mean?” Jaden asked quizzically. He was doing his best in front of Abbie, but even that devoted young swain had to admit that Aisha, Taylor, and Lizzie looked awfully charming while all tied up…
“All girls, no guys!” Skyler giggled, with a pointed gaze at a suddenly-gulping Sammy. “Don’t you think that’s kind of unfair?”
“I do!” Abbie piped up with a chortle—“Me too!” Serenity added—
“Well,” Leslie smiled, glancing up at Jimmy, “they do have a point. Why should you boys have all the fun?” And as the four boys hesitated nervously, they counted the number of girls slowly closing in on them—and found themselves distinctly outnumbered…
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### Re: The Land of Snowden: Summer (Tie-Up) School

Post by Chase Ricks » Fri Nov 18, 2011 11:11 pm

You are quite correct sir. I believe the time has come to drop open a fireworks display under the rest of the active posting members on this site. Either they start posting comments here or else I decide to add new victims to my Marriage Purgatory rp forum and a few of my other ones too. The guys should not have had to wait so long to be tied up in my honest opinion. Here is hoping they get even worse treatment then their girlfriends if you catch my drift.
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

### Re: The Land of Snowden: Summer (Tie-Up) School

Post by Zaphod » Thu Dec 29, 2011 3:29 pm

Wow, I didn't realize until now that there were new chapters posted for this fun story! Awesome!
Until now, those boys must have been in heaven getting to watch all those girls getting tied up, so it's only fitting that they should be roped into the game themselves. Depending on what the girls do to them, they might even enjoy it. Speaking of which, it looks like Abby and Annie are having their own fun. I wonder whether that fun will outweigh Abby's embarrassment when Annie takes her outside.
Can't wait to read the next chapter!

### Chapter 6

Post by Mister Mistoffelees » Tue Apr 03, 2012 10:03 am

I like the new format, but it has all my quotes and italics screwed up! It will take time to fix that I don't really have, but I think I'll make up for it by posting a new chapter of the Tie-Up Game, in which we see a few "Game Changers!" Read and enjoy!...
Chase, I'd agree to your treatment of the non-posters, but they'd probably enjoy it too much...
Zaphod, Abby's embarrassment is just getting started...
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6 Game Changers
The Giles family backyard ran out from a nicely roofed-over patio replete with top-of-the-line outdoor furniture, including some for Penny and Ella. Beyond the shaded patio, though, the sun beat down brightly…
Abby stared out at the backyard, hoping that their privacy fence was indeed peeping-tom-proof, weakly twisting her bound wrists behind her back. Then—
“Hmmm!” Abby squealed as she felt a cool, sweet-smelling liquid poured over her shoulders—
“Sunblock, silly!” Annie giggled as she applied the lotion to Abby’s shoulders, then turned Abby to face her so that Annie could continue to lotion Abby’s body. “I don’t want you getting roasted out there in the sun, you know!” She hesitated a moment—“You do realize before I go any further that I’m not really gay, don’t you?” Abby started—“Because there are certain parts of you that are about to get a lot of sun, you know!” And Abby squeaked…
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“Okay, we’ll be gentle!” Lana chortled at the surrounded boys. “You boys get to pick which one goes first!”
“Three girls tied up, so there should be three boys tied up!” Serenity interjected merrily. “So let’s see—Jimmy, Joey, Jaden, and Sammy. One of them gets to not be tied up”—
“Yet!”—Abbie grinned—
“—so maybe we should get to pick who isn’t tied up! Let’s see, it’s Taylor, Aisha, and Lizzie, so”—
“So I nominate Sammy!” Skyler instantly chortled, grabbing her little brother out of the surrounded boys. Sammy gasped and wriggled in Skyler’s grip—
“Hmm! Mmph wnnmm smm!” Taylor called out from her seat, craning her blindfolded eyes toward the noise. “Tmmk mmf mmph bwmmfwwd!”
“I’ll be taking pictures, Taylor!” Skyler dismissed Taylor’s protests, understanding exactly what Taylor wanted. To see Sammy all tied up… “Maybe we’ll pose right there with you and give you a nice little souvenir!”
“Oo bmmdmmr,” Taylor insisted, subsiding back into her seat.
“No fair!” Sammy cried out, surrounded by girls with ropes. “Guys, help me out here!”
“Nope, you’re on your own, Hartman!” Jimmy demurred with a grin as the rest of the boys hung back. Each told himself that he could make his escape right then with the girls’ attention diverted, but for some reason decided to stay…
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“These’ll do perfectly!” Annie chortled, producing from her pocket—
“Wmmd?” Abby squeaked when she saw the tent pegs in Annie’s hand—
“Well, you’re getting some sun, sister, so I’m making sure you get as much as you can! Remember those old Western movies where the bad guys staked the victim out in the middle of the desert? Well, we don’t have a desert, so…”
“Ooo rrr kwmmzmm!” Abby protested…
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“No fair, Sky! I always end up getting tied!” Sammy protested as Skyler finished knotting off the rope binding Sammy’s wrists behind his back.
“That’s what you get for being a baby brother!” Skyler chortled in his face. “Besides, it’s not like you ain’t enjoying it, are you!” she taunted—
“No, I ain’t enjoying it!” Sammy shot back—
“That just means we ain’t done with you yet! Are we, girls?”
“No!” the cried out in unison—“So who’s next?” Skyler beamed—“Okay, you had your hand up first!” The winner giggled madly…
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Abby squeaked as Annie finished driving the last tent peg into the ground. They’re awfully far apart, Abby told herself shakily…
“Okay,” Annie smiled, skipping down to the patio and fetching a thin blanket lying on a table. “You should thank me—I’m not laying you out on the bare grass! This way you get some protection from bugs! And while I’m thinking about protection…” She grabbed another little item—
“Hmm!” Abby squeaked as a dark cloth was suddenly tied over her eyes—
“Do you realize how much damage sunlight can do to your eyes?” Annie giggled as she knotted off Abby’s blindfold. “I’m doing you a favor! You should thank me!”
Thmmks mm wmmt!” Abby grumbled as Annie dragged her into the yard…
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“Who is this brat?” Sammy stammered to the group as his ankles were tied tightly together—
“I’m not a brat!” Jill minced, responding to Sammy’s epithet by tying his ankles just a little tighter. “And this is just what happens to little brothers! When I get home, I’m doing the same thing to my little brother Grayson! Little brothers ought to be all tied up! Little pests!”
“Now that’s the spirit, Jill!” Lana beamed. “So who’s next?” A hand went up…
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Abby squeaked as her second ankle was secured to the peg opposite the one to which Annie had tied her other ankle, leaving her legs spread far apart on the ground—“Now hold still, little sister, while I take care of your arms.” Abbie felt the sudden pinch of a rope wrapped tightly around her waist, pinning her elbows to her sides—“Don’t want you to get at your gag or blindfold while I take are of your hands!” Annie chided lightly as she untied Abby’s wrists, freeing one from the grip of the rope around her waist and tightening it a little more before gently helping Abby down onto her back…
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“What do you think you dommph!” Sammy wailed as Skyler took a second turn to shove a wad of cloth into her brother’s mouth and tape it into place—
“Just be glad it ain’t a washcloth, Sammy!” Skyler giggled. “Remember we used to gag our babysitters with washcloths?”
“Yeah, I remember!” Chelsea suddenly spoke up. Her very first taste of babysitting was with her elder sister Krysten, sitting Skyler and Sammy—and suffering just the fate Skyler had described.
“Don’t be a spoilsport, Chell!” Krysten chided from the corner of the deck where the Snowden State Snoops had congregated. “Just because you couldn’t get yourself untied like I could…”
“Whatever,” Lana dismissed the conversation. “So, who’s next?” Another hand…
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Abby was reduced to nothing but a whimpering wriggle as Annie finished the last of her outdoor spreadeagle—“Don’t worry,” Annie giggled. “I’ll turn you over in a while to give some rays to your back! Can you breathe all right?” Abby nodded—Annie checked Abby’s breathing closely—“Good! I’ll be right back in a minute…”
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“Ooh, I think you like this!” Maggie snickered as she finished tying Sammy’s knees together. Sammy shook his head fervently—“Ah, your reaction sort of gives itself away, you know!” Maggie giggled. “I’ll bet you never fought Sky off very much when she tied you, did you Sammy?” To universal laughter from the girls…
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“Well, how long is it going to take?” Dr. Charles Ross demanded into the phone, sweating profusely into the collar of his neat Arrow dress shirt. He had already discarded his suit jacket shortly after the HVAC failed in the MediChem building… “Are you serious? Do you know how this affects our work in here?…You mean you can’t spare one single technician to…Oh, for the love of God—we’re going to have to…yes, yes, I know—as soon as you can get someone out here!” he snapped. If we’re lucky, some time before the end of summer… After hanging up the phone—congratulating himself slightly on not slamming the thing into the cradle in a rage—he collected himself and started calling each of the lab areas. Might as well close down for the day, since we can’t work in this damned heat…
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“Funny you should mention that, Annie!” Aaron Giles grinned over his cell as he packed up his work station to head home. “I’m on my way right now! Early day—the AC failed in here and we can’t get anything done anyhow. So what have you and Abby been doing today?…well,” he smiled avidly, “I’ll be home in a second!”
Welcome to Snowden! Enter at your own risk...

### Re: The Land of Snowden: Summer (Tie-Up) School

Post by Chase Ricks » Tue Apr 03, 2012 12:59 pm

A new chapter from the Snowden adventure archives makes me a very happy reader indeed.
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

### Re: The Land of Snowden: Summer (Tie-Up) School

Post by Zaphod » Sat Apr 28, 2012 11:01 pm

I'm with Chase, very happy to see a new chapter on this tale. Looks like Aaron's about to have a very good day, much better than Sammy's having at the moment. And this tale is making me curious what would happen if Annie were to meet Ginger; I can only imagine the kind of mischief that would be unleashed.

### Chapter 7

Post by Mister Mistoffelees » Tue Jun 11, 2013 8:46 pm

No, I'm not dead. It's just been forever since I posted here! But I found a little bit more of this long-abandoned tale, and I decided to finish the chapter to see if there's still any interest in it. Just let me know what you think about this old tale...
7 The More the Merrier
“I think of it as God’s way of saying ‘You guys work too hard!’” Dr. Timothy Morgan chuckled at his sweating colleague Charlie Ross, loosening his own tie and collar. “Now, the teams did get the materials into cold storage, right?” Charlie nodded, wafting a see-ya-later to a couple of his team members. “Okay, so no harm to the projects at least. Tell you what, bud—how about you bring Julie and the kids up to my place? Chase my kids out of the pool and relax?”
“Sounds like a plan to me!” Dr. Ross grinned. “I’d like to put in my own pool—Susie’s old enough to not be a drowning risk, I think—but the water table down in Oak Run Acres makes that a mess. Tell you what, Julie and I’ll have us a little barbecue sometime and have you and Lainie and the girls down. Pay you back.”
“I make it a policy never to turn down free food!” Tim, tall and lean, his frame lithe and fit and his hair still dark and thick even in his fifties. “Think I’ll give my baby sister a call too, see if she’d like to come up for a while. The more the merrier!” Charlie, of course, agreed…
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“Well,” Nancy Morgan Dwight Miyazaki temporized to her big brother Tim as she sat at her Snowden State facilities-director desk, “if I can get somebody to sit Mia and Mikey. Little Richie’d like to come up too, I’m sure, especially after sitting them all day. Unless he’s rather go down the Run and hang out with Paula.” Little—six feet tall and burly, with a well-tended bit of beard, but always Little to his mother—Richie’s Wiltontown girlfriend… “And if I still have a swimsuit that isn’t an embarrassment!”
“You’re among family, Squirt!” Tim demurred with a laugh over his phone. “And since when do you have body-image issues?” Since I had twins in my forties, Nancy didn’t say… “And send the twins up to Abby. Penny and Ella will like having playmates!”
“Well, that makes sense,” Nancy smiled, allowing herself to be convinced…
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Abby shifted herself as much as her staked-out spreadeagle allowed—“Starting to enjoy it, huh, baby sister?” Annie snickered. Abby purred beneath her gag… “See, nothing like being tied up tight to give you a chance to relax! You ought to thank your big sister!” To allow her to do so—and to allay Annie’s worries about Abby’s breathing in the middle of all that pollen—she knelt down and loosened the bandanna over Abby’s lips, allowing her to expel the sock in her mouth—
“It sounds funny,” Abby giggled, “but I could almost take a nap like this! A little bit of sun does me good!”
“Well, make it a short nap!” Annie giggled, “because we have company coming!”
“What!”—
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“Oh, don’t be so hard on poor Sammy!” Skyler teased as she watched Charity Mabrey—the next contestant—tie Sammy’s elbows close together, placing emphasis on the words most likely to make her helpless little brother blush. “It’s hard enough for him already, ain’t it, little brother!” And Sammy indeed was blushing incandescently as he wriggled on the pool deck—“Now don’t make a mess, Sammy!” Sky teased—“Or we’ll make you clean it up!” Another mortified squeak from Sammy—“So, now that Sammy’s all tied up, who’s next?” The girls grinned—
“Well,” Jimmy Housely grinned in reply, “the little four-eyes said something about little brothers!” Casting his eye on a suddenly-gulping Joey Housely—
Whose gulp got even deeper when he saw the electric sparkle in his girlfriend Serenity’s gray-green eyes—“You know,” Serenity giggled, “turnabout’s fair play!”
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Dr. Ross arrived at his home to find it cool and dark inside. And occupied with more than just his wife and daughter. “Cinda’s air needs worked on,” Julie Ross explained from the sofa where she and her young, thirtyish neighbor Cinda White sat enjoying tall cool iced teas and watching their daughters lolling launguidly on the think-carpeted living room floor. And the heat’s not good for her in her condition.”
“I’m pregnant, not sick!” Mrs. Lucinda White giggled from her seat, instinctively brushing her just-beginning-to-swell tummy with long slender fingers and brushing away a lock of her rich dark hair from her deep-complexioned African-American—or, to be more precise, African-Canadian—face. “I wish Arvin would just break down and bring in a repairman, but he insists on DIYing it. As if he has the time—or the skills!” Even in summer at a small university, an athletic director’s work was never really done…
“But it’s so funny, Mommy!” her daughter Destiny, darker than even her mother, giggled from her place prone on the floor in front of the big TV set, fidgeting her pight pink sundress into place. “You ought to hear him when he tries to fix something, Susie!” she regaled her blonde third-grade classmate Susie, wan and thin, laying prone beside her in nicely-fitted tank top and shorts of a sky blue which perfectly matched her eyes. “All the bad words!”
“Well, I had a few of those myself today, Destiny!” Charles snickered. “Your AC’s probably not in half as bad shape as ours at the lab! That’s why we called it a day early. Speaking of,” he added to Destiny’s mom, “Tim Morgan invited us up to his place to cool off in his pool. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind you and Destiny too.”
“I wouldn’t want to impose,” Cinda demurred.
“No imposition! He loves showing off his pool! But since you’re a little shy about it…” He quickly resorted to his phone—“Tim, Charlie. Cinda and Destiny are here with Julie and Susie. Would you mind if—yeah, that…Tim, that’s just what I told Cinda, but she…Yeah, we might even be there before you are! See you there!” He smiled at Cinda. “What did I tell you? He even said he’d call Arvin and invite him up too!”
“Well, in that case…” Cinda twinkled at Destiny. “Think you’d like a swim?”
“Yeah!” Destiny and Susie cheered in unison…
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“Wmmd mmm smmm!” Taylor bleated through her gag for perhaps the hundredth time, enough repetitions for the entire gathered party to understand what she meant.
“Aww, widdle Taylor wants to see Sammy?” Devan cooed mockingly—Taylor nodded fervently—
“Well, she’s been a good sport,” Lana giggled, “so we’ll give her just a little peek. But just a peek, Taylor, before the blindfold goes back on! We still have your Terrible Tying to finish, you know!” A quick lift of the blindfold—Taylor’s blue eyes goggled at Sammy wriggling nearly at her feet—
“Hmmg tmm!” she grunted through her gag. Quizzical expressions all around—“Hmmg Tmm!” she reiterated impatiently—God, they’re so stupid!—she tossed an impatiently significant glance over her shoulder at Lizzie, still feebly wiggling in her hogtie—
“Oh, hogtie!” Skyler cried with an enlightened smile. “Oh, yeah, a hogtie! Just what you’d like, ain’t it, Sammy?” Sammy squeaked in near-fatal mortification, understanding the very likely result of being hogtied prone on the deck. I’ll never hear the end of it!… “Okay, girls!” and in an instant, Sammy found himself manhandled by a cadre of giggling girls—
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Tim had made it all the way to his car before he realized he hadn’t let Lainie know she would be hosting a pool party. He fished out his phone to give her a brief heads-up—
“Seriously?” he bleated at the dad screen. The battery went! Yeah, he grumbled, the damned heat and an old battery… He briefly weighed going back into his office to use his desk phone to call his wife. Nah, he decided, it’s not that big a deal, just a bunch of us hanging out in the pool. No problem…
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Aaron had peeked in on his napping children and smiled. If what Annie is telling me is true…
“Out here, Aaron,” Annie smiled, materializing in the dining room archway. “Someone’s waiting for you!”
“You didn’t seriously do what you told me, did you?” he asked with a disbelieving smile as he followed Annie to the back doors. She didn’t answer—slid the doors open—“I mean, seriously, you didn’t actually tie Abby to”—and the scene was unveiled—“Holy crap!” he gasped, spying his wife wriggling in a naked, supine spreadeagle in the middle of his backyard—
And Abby squealed and wriggled at the sound of her husband’s startled voice—
“I…ah…think I’ll leave you two alone for a while!” Annie giggled as she subsided back into the house…
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Sammy knew that if he didn’t hold himself perfectly still, he would be the victim of an accident that would leave him at Skyler’s mercy for the rest of his natural life. I’d never hear the end of it…
But his current position, prone on a blanket on the deck in a strict hogtie wearing nothing but his trunks, feet pulled back as far as a coven of mischievous girls could manage, left him seriously uncomfortable. Certain parts of him were seriously pinched, but to roll about to relieve that pressure would leave him on the very verge of that very humiliating accident. Hence his timid squealing and incandescent-red face…
“Now Joey’s turn!” Charity burst out boisterously, grabbing more ropes and pushing through the circle of girls surrounding Sammy. And if Joey had hoped that his brother and his friend Jaden were going to protect him—
“Looks like you’ve got some competition, ‘Ren!” Jimmy called out to Serenity—
“Back off, Jerkface!” Serenity blustered to her kid sister. “No one ties up Joey but me!” She giggled at Jimmy and Jaden—“But if you two would like to hold him for me…”
Yeah, real loyal of you, dudes, Joey gulped to himself as Jimmy and Jaden pinioned his arms—
Welcome to Snowden! Enter at your own risk...

### Chapter 8

Post by Mister Mistoffelees » Wed Jun 19, 2013 7:42 pm

I know this tale is now in a backwater, but if you're reading, any feedback is appreciated...
8 All My Rowdy Friends…
Joey’s protests as the girls tied arms pinioned behind his back by his brother Jimmy and his alleged best friend Jaden seemed rather forced. Perhaps that was because it was his girlfriend Serenity tying him up, with great relish and plenty of commentary. “Now this is turnaround!” she was giggling madly as she finished knotting the rope binding his wrists behind his back. She had opted to tie his wrists side-by-side rather than crossed over, the better to pull his shoulders, still the least bit pale for not getting as much sun as either his brother or his friend, both of whom sported rich tans on their bare shoulders, nicely back. Leaving his torso utterly defenseless to her… “For once you’re my prisoner instead of the other way around! How do you like it?” Joey stammered—“As if you could hide it from me!” she chortled after a brief, face-reddening glance down at his groin, which as tightly, skimpily clad as it was concealed no secrets about his reaction to his current plight. “Here, more rope!” she commanded, and her disappointed kid sister Charity obliged with another length of cordage, which her big sister looped around his defenseless elbows, then drew tight with a snickering tug. Immediately the new rope had its desired effect of prodding Joey’s smooth chest out even more pronouncedly, which he instinctively countered by bending his back—“Ooh, and a nice little tushie!” she chortled, not without a distinctly reddening face. “Nice and round and firm and”—
“Serenity!” Joey squeaked, whose mortification at being thoroughly bound in front of every girl on Valleyview Estates plus a few extra contended feverishly with an arousal more intense than perhaps any he had felt in his life. The side effects of which, of course, only left him the more mortified—Serenity giggled and removed her hand from his wiggling bottom—
“Maybe you two should go rent a room!” Abbie sniggered as she watched the scene. He might not have been Jaden, but Joey was certainly cute—especially in a tight swimsuit fighting a growing problem.
“Oh, not quite for a minute yet,” Serenity grinned, taking up a bandanna which had been knotted in its middle with neighborly consideration by Lana Morgan. “I want to make sure he doesn’t make too much noise. Wouldn’t want you guys to hear where we went, right? Now, Joey,” she added with a nice dash of malevolence in her gray-green eyes, “since you’re all into gags so much, open wide!” He gulped—“Or do you need a little encouragement?” she went on, flexing her long slender fingers and glancing very significantly down at Joey’s helpless bottom—which made Joey instantly open up for the knot, which was quickly tied off to the chortling cheers of the girls—
Except for one. In the melee involving Joey Housely, the girls had forgotten to replace Taylor’s blindfold, and she had passed the time tied up in her chaise by devouring the sight of her hogtied swain Sammy. His plight, while hidden from the eye by his proneness on the deck, was obvious to Taylor, who knew exactly what the fiery blush and sweat on his face portended. He’s about to go off or something!… She measured the distance between them with a quick eye, and…yes, she smiled to herself, I can just reach with my toes…
Sammy in his painfully excited distress had been gazing up at his sweetie, and the sudden flash of amusement in her sky-blue eyes—and the direction in which they were pointed toward him—made him gulp. No, Taylor! If you do, Skyler will never let me hear the end of it!—but Taylor stretched out her long legs toward him, her big toes flicking in amused anticipation…
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“Now this is the kind of greeting I like to come home to!” Aaron grinned as he stood above his tautly-spreadeagled wife, whimpering and wriggling blindly at his feet. “Not exactly like having dinner on the table like June Cleaver, but then again, I can always order take-out!” Abby squealed, almost a laugh beneath her gag. “And you know what’s best about it?” Abby squeaked and shook her head. “I don’t have to hear you whine about how fat you are while I show you just how I feel about you!” Abby squeaked in protest—“And speaking of showing you just how I feel about you”—and the squeak became a squalling, back-arching, fist-clenching, toe-curling cry as Abby felt a fingernail tease at a defenseless nipple—
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A cry which just barely reached across the street, and its muffled timbre instantly registered in Trish’s ears. As well as another pair of experienced Snoop ears—
“A gag!” she cried, instantly recognizing the sound, her spot at the fringe of the festivities around Uncle Tim’s pool allowing her to pick up the noise. Her Snooping adventures had given her plenty of experience with gagged voices, after all—“From Abby’s place!”
“What should we do?” Krysten whispered, instantly distressed by the thought of a home invader up on Valleyview and seeing that no one else but she and Trish, closest to the Giles home, had heard the cry. She started toward her giggling sister Chelsea—
“Let’s check it out ourselves,” Trish interjected. “If they know we heard them, they’ll be spooked, and God knows what could happen then!” She forced herself to think a moment, detached from the rest of the group. “She has to be outside,” Trish muttered. “That wasn’t indoors. Backyard, I’m pretty sure. If they moved everyone to the back of the house, we might be able to get in through the front.”
“Should we call the police?” Krysten dithered.
“Not until we know more,” Trish replied, leading Krysten toward the Giles house. “But we have to be careful.” Krysten had no problem agreeing with that warning… “Okay,” Trish muttered with a cocked head as she stared at the Giles driveway, “so what’s Aaron doing home?”
“He came home in the middle of it,” Krysten theorized darkly, “and the invaders attacked him. Abby saw it, which is why she screamed. What about the babies?”
“If you’re right,” Trish breathed, “we can’t go in through the front; that would be how they caught Aaron.” Her brow knitted as she thought hard—“Around the back,” she asserted. Get up the hill behind her place. If we get high enough, we can see what’s going on from above their privacy fence.” They exchanged a glance. “Right. Let’s go get changed quick and get back there!”
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“Uncle Tim’s place?” Richie asked casually over his phone. The day was even hotter in Wiltontown than it was in Snowden, but the AC on the Ryan family back deck made his surroundings pleasantly cool. On the other hand, his sweetheart Paula Ryan curled beside him on the wicker love seat tended to elevate other temperatures… “Can Paula come?” he inquired of the invitation his mother was extending to him. Paula perked up—“Yeah, then we can go on up for a while, I guess. Who else will be there?” Pool party, he mouthed at Paula while he listened to his mom’s answer. Paula gnawed her lip—a pool would be perfect on that blistering day, but her still-gnawing social phobia did not like crowds… “Yeah, I think she could. Let me ask her.” He lowered the phone—“Just family and a few friends. Nobody you don’t know. You could handle that, couldn’t you?”
“I think,” Paula smiled wanly. “I have to find my suit, though.”
“Good enough.” Paula in a swimsuit—yeah, Richie smiled, this could work…
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“This is really starting to suck,” Charity complained as she and her two friends watched Serenity wrap a blindfold over Joey Housely’s eyes. “Who do we get to tie up?”
“There’s always the other two boys,” Merri hazarded uncertainly.
“And you think they’ll let us?” Jillian scoffed. “Jimmy goes with Leslie Morgan, and Jaden goes with Abbie. All we’ll get to do is stand around and watch!” She pursed her lips, flipped her glasses up to the crown of her head, her usual attitude for summertime thinking. “We need a few other boys to tie up.” and the name struck both her and Charity at exactly the same time—
“Aww, not Colton!” Merri bleated, instantly recognizing the smiles on her friends’ faces. Colton Walters was the shared crush of both Jillian Burton and Charity Mabrey, and the biggest source of contention between them other than their Accelerated Reader scores. “He’s always gawkin’ at me!” The other source of Colton Walters contention among the Junior Snoops was the fact that Colton Walters, while disdaining Charity and Jillian, had a huge and absolutely unrequited crush on Merri Howland.
Both her friends gave Merri an oh-grow-up smirk as they led her toward the empty Mabrey house. “We can invite him to my pool!” Charity enthused. “Nobody’s there, so we can do anything we want!” Charity, the quicker draw of the two, instantly had her phone out and dialed—
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July meant daytime baseball, and the brand-new Walters family flat-screen even then was showing the sunlit grass of Nationals Park. Where two young boys wished they were…
“Steven Strasburg sucks,” Colton disdained from his dad’s seat of state, in which his lanky but athletic young frame seemed distinctly too small, as the young Nationals pitcher let the pitch count get away to 3-1. “He can’t throw strikes!”
“He’s ahead 6-1 in the seventh!” his friend snickered beside him on the floor. “He don’t have to throw strikes!” He fidgeted his small but compactly fit frame to a more comfortable position on the floor, brushing a lock of his rich brown hair out of his eyes—
“You tell ‘em, Clinton!” a piping little girl’s voice cut in, and there was Colton’s kid sister Emma standing above him with another cold glass of Kool-Aid for him. Emma Walters’ braided brown locks contrasted with her big brother Colton’s dusky blond, but the perky face was common to both. “Colton don’t know nothin’ about baseball!” On the other hand, her puppy-love crush Clinton Maser, she believed, knew just everything about baseball—as well as everything else. The effusive praise she had prepared for her Clinton was interrupted by the ringing of the Walters family landline—“Hi, Walters house!” she giggled into the phone, always delighted whenever she got to be the one to answer. “Oh, hi! What’s up?…yeah, he’s right here, but he’s watchin’ baseball so he won’t want to talk…okay, I’ll hang on…”
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“Charity! I don’t wanna!” Merri dithered as Charity forced her phone into Merri’s hand.
“If you invite him, he’ll come up!” Jillian pressed. Colton’s crush on Merri was no secret to either Jill or Charity… “Or I can always tell your mom about the time we caught you”—
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Colton grumbled, sourly taking the receiver from Emma’s hand. “Which girl?” he groused as he put the earpiece to his ear. If it was a girl, it had to be either the pest Charity Mabrey or the pest Jillian Burton… “Yeah?”
“Um, Colton,” Merri dithered under the urgent glare of her friends, “we kind of…sort of…wanted to know if you wanted to come up to Charity’s house and swim. If you wanna.”
The sound of Meredith Howland’s voice was honey to his ears. On a hot day with a bad ballgame on TV, even knowing he faced his most perennial pests, the chance at being in a pool with Merri Howland… “Yeah, sure!” he enthused. “Can my buddy Clinton come? He’s spending the day here.”
“Go where?” Clinton smirked. He was content with Kool-Aid and Nationals baseball, himself—
“Swimmin’,” Colton explained. “Up at Charity Mabrey’s”—
“Yeah!” Clinton instantly accepted even before Colton could finish. Charity Mabrey! Then Mrs. Walters intervened…
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“He’s comin’ up,” Merri smirked as she handed Charity back her phone. “But his mom says we have to let his sister and his friend come up. Clinton Maser’s spending the day there, and his mom won’t let him come up without Emma.”
“Close enough,” Charity grinned. “And hey, one more boy to tie up!”
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Serenity already had a bound, gagged, blindfolded Joey off to one corner of the deck. Walking, however, was difficult for Joey… “Who’s next?” she heard Lana Morgan giggle—
“Tmmwmmr, nmmph!” Sammy whimpered as Taylor’s bare toes teased just above the bare flesh of his side. Please no tickling, please no tickling—
And he brayed with agonized laughter as Taylor’s toes brushed the nerve endings in his skin—no—please—Taylor!---I’m gonna—
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Tim had floored the accelerator to get quickly up to home and get ready for the party. He had lost his tie the instant he had climbed into his car, his Arrow shirt undone to the second button, and the only thing on his mind as he race-car-drove his Lexus into his driveway was swim trunks and cool water. He trotted around the side of his home, practically ready to dive into his pool in his dress shirt and slacks—
“What—in the hell!”—
And suddenly everything around the Morgan pool stopped dead in its tracks—
Welcome to Snowden! Enter at your own risk...

### Re: The Land of Snowden: Summer (Tie-Up) School

Post by Chase Ricks » Sat Jun 22, 2013 10:50 am

Now this truly is a site for sore eyes. I had all but given up on you ever adding new chapters here Mister Mistofoleese. Well, I can relax happily knowing that your characters look like they do not need my help yet...
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

### Chapter 9

Post by Mister Mistoffelees » Sun Jun 23, 2013 6:23 pm

Thanks for the nice words, Chase; I was beginning to think no one was watching anymore! Oh well, it was my fault for letting things slip for so long...but I have a new chapter! In which a reset of sorts is hit as the partiers...
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9 …Are Comin’ Over Tonight
Dr. Timothy Morgan rarely lost his cool, rarely showed his temper. That was before he discovered a tie-up game melee going on upon his pool deck. His eyes narrowed and his chest heaved as his temper shot toward its boiling point—
“Dad!” It was Lana who first found voice. She had just led her gang of girls to seize Jaden Ross, and was the closest Morgan daughter to her seething father. “I—it—it—it—it’s not…not…I know this looks bad, but—but—but”—
“The only ‘but’ I want to hear about is which one of yours gets tanned!” Tim rumbled. “Just what the hell is the idea here? What are you”—
“Timothy!” Mrs. Morgan gasped, having plunged outside in the wake of the sudden silence only to find her husband ready to explode. “I—the girls, they were only”—
“Have you even been paying attention, Lainie?” Tim blustered to his wife. “They’re out here having some kind of orgy, and you’re nowhere to be found!”
“Oh, Timothy, it’s nothing like”—and then she saw Sammy and Joey’s predicaments. Okay, maybe a little like… “Oh, they’re just playing, dear, and”—
“And I have a bunch of guests coming up for a party!” Tim yelled. “Charlie Ross and his family, they’re”—
“Seeing what your idea of a party is, old buddy!” Charlie Ross himself snickered from the pool gate, with Julie, Cinda, and both their daughters goggling at the scene before them. “Have to say, I hadn’t thought anything like this would be going on!”
“Charlie! Look, guy, I’m sorry about this!” Tim bleated, certain that ruin was at hand. “Just give me a minute—clear everybody out and”—
And it was Julie who answered. “I, ah, don’t think that’ll be necessary, Tim,” she blushed, noting the grin lighting her husband’s face. And feeling the blush on her own… “Certainly not on my account!” Tim stared—“You had to have grown up with brothers, Tim,” she explained, still blushing. “Put them together with a little sister and something to tie with and”—
“And there’s no way my brother actually forgot that!” another voice chimed in, and now Tim found himself gaping horrified at his own kid sister Nancy. “I imagine there are still rope marks around the maple tree in our old back yard, aren’t there, Tim? Between me and Lorelei, you”—
“Squirt! Do you mind?” Tim gasped—
“Oh, I forgot,” Nancy giggled, enjoying her big brother’s discomfiture even decades later. “Dr. Morgan is so jealous of his dignity! Should I tell them about the time you grabbed me, Lorelei, and Mary Catherine, and”—she laughed as his face blanched—
“Yeah?” Tim retorted, getting his pins back under him. “And what about the time you hogtied Runt and”—
“That was business,” Nancy interrupted, but not without a quick flush. “I had a case, and she was being obnoxious as usual! It was the only way I could keep her out of my hair, so I”—
“Look,” Charlie interrupted, his grin even more incandescent, “I hate to interrupt your family memories, kids, but I think I have an idea. Hey, Jay!” he called to his son, even then wriggling out of his ropes. “You told me something about some game you kids played out at Camp Evergreen this year. Something about”—
“Oh, you mean the boys-against-girls capture-the-flag game the night before the campers arrived!” Abbie, speaking for her boyfriend, piped up. “Yeah,” she giggled, “we had a few different rules for our prisoners! It turned out to be more like ‘capture the counselors’ than ‘capture the flag!’ See, we”—
“Just what I was thinking, Abbie!” Dr. Ross interjected. “How about we play our own game? Guys versus gals, and some kind of wager for the winner! Give us a reason to”—he glanced at his blushing wife—“well, give us an extra reason to play hard!”
“You’re serious!” Tim gaped.
“Well, somebody has to be serious about having fun here, boss, and it sure isn’t you! What do you say, everybody? How about a nice little game of Capture the Neighb—I mean, Capture the Flag?” Met by cheers all around…
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“This is taking too long!” Krysten whispered as she and Trish, dressed in tank tops and shorts, picked their way along the old four-wheeler path above Valleyview Estates. They both remembered the first time they had come up here; sixth grade, the case of the vanishing babysitters, and that trip had had plenty of peril for both of them. And here they were again… “We ought to just call the police now!”
“And if we’re wrong?” Trish muttered in reply. “Besides, if we’re right, and an armada of cops shows up, who knows how the invaders are going to react? No, we have to see what’s going on first!” And Krysten, as usual, lacked the nerve to argue…
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Three kids hopped out of the Walters family crew-cab resplendent in swimsuits, beach towels, sunblock tubes, and sparkling smiles. Not all for the prospect of a nice afternoon and evening in a pool… “Merri!” Colton called out as soon as he saw his strawberry-haired crush waving from the Mabrey front stoop. Emma too waved and scampered down the walkway at her brother’s heels. But Clinton held back, dithering to himself that he hadn’t cleaned up enough to catch Charity’s eye.
“Hey guys!” Charity herself called genially to the bunch, Colton of course in particular. “Come on in! We’re gonna have a great time!” And the sight of Charity Mabrey in a swimsuit prodded Clinton to run as well…
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Even Abby had forgotten any thought of being too fat. Aaron had been passionate, teasing, a schoolboy playing naughty games, and her body—helpless as it was—had responded, glistening in hope of the fulfillment of her husband’s sensual teasing—and now, she felt him drape himself above her, felt him lower himself to her—
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“You just think you’re winning this game, Tim!” Nancy called over her shoulder as she turned her steps toward her daughter Abby’s nearby house. “Don’t count on that full-course banquet you think we girls are giving you if we lose, which we’re not! You’d better be ready to give us that all-day shopping spree instead when we win! Right, Paula?” she asked her son’s girlfriend, who had arrived at the Morgan house with Richie just in time to help decide the stake for the evening’s competition. “I’ll see you girls in a moment, Serenity,” she called to her daughter Abbie’s best friend, even then leading the girls to the Mabrey house for a pre-battle conference. “I want to drop in on Abigail and my grandchildren for a moment. Don’t start without me!” She opened the front door, being entirely at home in her daughter’s house—
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--and even before Charity could dig up Serenity’s stash of ropes, a flash flood of girls and women burst through the Mabrey front door. “What the heck are you doing here?”
“That’s what I was thinking!” and everyone turned to see Dr. Mabrey herself in the doorway, a quizzical expression on her face. Julie smiled and explained…
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The moment of release was thunder all through Aaron Giles’s body—beneath him, his bride writhed and squealed—then screams—
From two directions?—
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Hope Mabrey detailed herself to make a quick run for Super Soakers, since there were simply not enough for all the girls to arm themselves according to the rules agreed upon earlier. Charlie Ross had already gotten in touch with Hope’s husband Ken Mabrey to do the same for the boys. Plus as much food coloring as they could find, particularly in pink and blue…
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Nancy Morgan Dwight Miyazaki needed an aspirin. Or twenty. “No mother should ever see anything like that!”
“Not to mention little sisters!” Trish bleated. “My God, Aaron, right there in your back yard!”
“That’s why we have a privacy fence!” Aaron retorted defensively. For privacy!”
“But my God, Aaron!” Trish gaped. “My sister! Staked out in the back yard!”
“And you on top of…” Nancy heaved. “What were you thinking?”
From her favorite living-room seat, robe-wrapped Abby cringed. “We were thinking nobody was watching! We were…well, it was after Annie…and then…then…”
“Will you please stop grinning, Krys?” Trish muttered. “It might look funny to you, but that was my sister you were gawking at doing”—
“Doing what, Aunt Tricia?” a little voice peeped, and the little ash-blonde face of Penny Giles peeked around the hallway corner. “Why are you in a bathrobe, Mommy?” Oh great, Abby dithered, I’ve scarred Penelope forever!
“I…think we all need a break,” Nancy sighed. “And your uncle Tim is organizing a sort of game, girls. You might enjoy it. Considering what I just saw, Abigail, I know you and Aaron will like it!”
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Before battle, nourishment. The menfolk, settling upon the Morgan house as their headquarters, had opted for the traditional soldiers’ repast of pizza and wings; the women, in the Mabrey home on the lower side of the street across from the Morgans, agreed on Chinese take-out. Both choices provided plenty of carbohydrates for the battle to come.
“So let’s be clear on the rules, boys,” Charlie Ross pronounced, pacing one end of the Morgan family deck like a general addressing his troops before battle. “The battlefield is this house and yard, the Mabrey place, the O’Hara place, the Giles place, the al-Fashir place, and the entire ridge up behind the development. You get hit by pink fire, you’re immobilized and captured unless a buddy can get to you first. You get hit by friendly fire, you’re immobilized until a friendly touches you. Our job is to find the enemy flag, capture it, and bring it back to HQ. We do that and we win. We get to host all the girls in our prison camp the rest of the night, and they provide us that great big home-cooked feast we already agreed upon. Is that clear, men? Any questions?”
A hand went up from one of the boys. “Yes, lad, what is it?”
Clinton nerved himself to speak. “Mr.—I mean Dr. Ross, what happens if the girls do all that before us?”
“Don’t even think about it, son,” Charlie Ross muttered. Julie and a whole day of shopping was a terrifying thought to him… “It’s victory or—well, you know!”
Clinton, still confused by the weird sequence of events that afternoon, leaned over to the dark-headed boy beside him. “Jaden, was your dad a soldier or something?”
“He’s a re-enactor,” Jaden replied with a wry grin at his dad’s expense. “A pretend Civil War soldier,” he explained to a blank-eyed Clinton. “He has an officer’s uniform and sword and everything! He’s having more fun now than I think I’ve ever seen!”
And he wasn’t done. His chest puffed, his swagger grew sharper and more authoritative. “I want you to remember…that no bastard ever won a war…by dying for his country. He won it by making the other poor dumb bastard…get tied up and put in our prison camp!” he stammered for an instant.
“So now he thinks he’s Patton!” the Mabrey patriarch Ken, tall and reasonably fit for a financial-services advisor, grinned with an amused glimmer in his green eyes. “Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor?” Okay, he snickered to himself, so I’m too blond to really be Bluto Blutarski—still…
“Huh?” Clinton nudged Jaden, completely flummoxed—
“They’re just kidding around,” Jaden chuckled. Just roll with it!”
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“I wonder what they’re doing over there!” Lainie observed narrowly as she pecked at her moo shu pork.
Julie Ross slurped a last sip of egg drop soup. “If I know my husband, he’s over there being General Grant.” Several of the ladies and girls gazed oddly at her. “Re-enactor. That’s how I met him, in fact, back when I was an undergrad at Union. They were doing a demonstration, I was a history major, and, well…” She allowed herself a blush at the memory.
“So what should we be doing?” Hope Mabrey wondered as she dropped an empty takeout box into her kitchen trash and flicked a lock of her short raven hair over an ear. Which prodded a sly grin onto Julie’s face—
“Well, if he’s going to be General Grant, someone has to be General Lee!” She giggled—“And since I’m the history major married to the re-enactor…”
“Ahh…Mrs. Ross,” Aisha interjected softly, her recently-arrived mother at her elbow, “didn’t General Lee lose that war?” Egyptian father, British mother, American by birth, and a history enthusiast herself…
“Perhaps,” Aisha’s elegant mother added in her cultured accent, adjusting her glassed and brushing aside a lock of her own hair, rich reddish-brown that her daughter had inherited but much shorter, “we need someone more on the order of a Montgomery. If only I had a beret and a turtleneck!”
“The turtleneck would be too warm, Mum!” Aisha giggled. “Besides, your half of the family was Bomber Command, you know!” Indeed, Barbara Gibson al-Fashir had a connection to a famous X-Squadron pilot and Victoria Cross honoree, and was not shy about letting people know about it.
“Well,” Barbara smiled, “perhaps that was why I thought to pick these up on the way home!” And a plastic pouch of balloons emerged from her pocket—
“Water grenades!” Julie oohed in ecstatic surprise.
“I’d rather think of them as bombs, myself,” Barbara winked. “Family tradition and all!” She cast an eye out to the darkening sky outside the Mabrey kitchen window. “Getting dark, it is. About time to set up our flag and our command post, General Ross!”
“And they’ll be setting up theirs,” Julie agreed. “Which means we need to get our scouts into action. We’ll need to find their flag and their prison camp.”
“So who are our scouts?” Lana inquired, bringing used paper plates and more empty takeout boxes into the kitchen, assisted by her wan little helper Susie Ross, always helpful and self-sufficient even at her tender age. Julie smiled.
“Susan Emily,” she cooed, kneeling down to lay a hand on her adopted daughter’s shoulder, “could you bring your friends and Charity’s here? You girls have a very important job to do!” Susie smiled—giggled—and scampered off to find her friends…
Welcome to Snowden! Enter at your own risk...

### Re: The Land of Snowden: Summer (Tie-Up) School

Post by Chase Ricks » Tue Jun 25, 2013 6:04 pm

Ah yes. Much better and greatly appreciated Mister Mistoffelees. I may spend the summer just reading and rereading this forum.
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

### Re: The Land of Snowden: Summer (Tie-Up) School

Post by Zaphod » Mon Jul 01, 2013 11:23 pm

Yay, more chapters to this tale as well! I'm really getting to like Charlie Ross and the way he thinks. This is shaping up to be an epic showdown.

### Chapter 10

Post by Mister Mistoffelees » Wed Jul 03, 2013 1:03 pm

Chase, don't forget to check out Paula's new diary in the More Intimate PG-17 folder! And Zaphod, Charlie is just getting started!...
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10 Armed Reconnaissance
“What does a scout do?” Emma asked Mrs. Ross blankly, squirming on the twilit Mabrey pool deck among the half-dozen youngest girls.
“It’s a club!” Merri answered. “We have meetings and”—
“She didn’t mean Girl Scouts, Merri!” Charity spluttered an amused giggle. “She means scouts like in an army, right, Mrs. Ross?” Charity’s disappointment in having her plans for Colton Walters spoiled by this new game was being washed away by the thrill of the hunt. The hunt for Colton Walters in particular.
“Exactly, Charity,” Julie smiled. “What they do, Emma, is scout out the enemy’s positions. Things like where their troops are, where their headquarters is, their flag, that sort of thing.”
“Sort of like spies!” Destiny crowed. “We’re going to be spies!”
“You won’t like it so much if you get caught, spy,” Jillian smirked, shifting on her feet and flicking a strand of her long brunette tresses over her ear. “You heard the rules! You have to take off everything but your bathing suit, and then they tie you up and take you to their prison camp! Real fun!”
“Or you could be the one catching their scouts,” Charity suggested with a grin. “You gotta bet they’re going to use their kids the same way we are! And that means Colton!”
“See? There’s always a silver lining,” Dr. Mabrey tittered. “Turn you two loose against poor Colton and he won’t stand a chance!”
“They’d be too busy fighting over him to actually catch him, Dr. Mabrey!” Merri interjected in as dry a tone as that cheerful little strawberry-haired girl ever used. “We need different teams than that!”
“Well, girls, here’s what I had in mind…” Julie winked…
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Colton and Clinton found themselves drafted as the boys’ team scouts for much the same reason as the young girls had been chosen; small size and quick feet. Hard to spot and hard to catch.
But other young men fit the small-sized bill as well. A phone call from Tricia had brought up her fiancé Bobby Martin, himself a small-sized young man, and a call from an indeterminate al-Fashir had brought Aisha’s young swain Tucker Logan, small even by adolescent standards, mousy brown hair and too-large glasses on his nose. But the eyes behind those glasses were quick with intelligence, though the rest of him was small and timid.
“It’s either the Mabreys, the O’Haras, the Giles’, or someplace up on the hillside,” Bobby opined. “O’Haras, al-Fashirs, and Morgans are on the upper side of the street, Abby and the Mabreys’ down below. You two guys take the upper side, and Tuck and I take the lower.”
“Why us?” Colton complained. “That’s way more than you two have to cover! It’s not fair!”
“You’re up closer to the command post and the prison camp, dudes!” Bobby replied, prepared for complaints from the younger boys. “It’s actually less work than we have! Besides, we’ll be down in enemy territory and running more risk.”
“Well, if you say so,” Clinton shrugged, shouldering his freshly-filled Super Soaker. “It don’t make sense to me.” And the younger of the two boys’ scout teams headed off on their patrol—
“You were lying to them, weren’t you, Bobby?” Tucker inquired quietly as he fidgeted with his own weapon.
“We have seniority, Tuck,” Bobby snickered. “Besides, if you want to capture girls, you go to where the girls are!”
“I never thought of it that way!” Tucker suddenly beamed, visions of Aisha in his Super Soaker’s sights dancing in his head…
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“How come you’re not scouting?” Jillian asked.
“I’m the second wave,” Aisha smiled as she helped the three scout teams fill up their water guns. “And Destiny’s a better partner than I am, anyway.” Jillian smirked dubiously—“Darker skin, you know,” Aisha explained. “She’ll be harder to see in this light.”
“I’d have been better off with Susie,” Destiny groused. Jillian’s attitude was already wearing on her nerves; Jill Burton’s sense of intellectual superiority was grating hard on Destiny’s equal sense of intellectual superiority… “We’d be faster.”
“One older with one younger, that was the rule,” Aisha reminded them both. “Charity is with Susie, and Merri with Emma. You two scout up the hill behind the Morgans’, Charity and Susie will check out the houses up top, and Merri and Emma will scout the lower side. Look for their flag and their prison camp and come back with what you find out.”
“You better not mess up, Destiny,” Jill muttered as the two set out on their patrol.
“You better not mess up either, Jillian,” Destiny minced as she followed along…
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“I think that takes care of all the boys,” Charlie Ross nodded with a satisfied smile as he, Tim, and Ken surveyed the scene from the Morgan deck. “They’ve all got their jobs.”
“Yeah,” Tim sighed tightly, still not quite sure of the propriety of this neighborhood-wide game.
“So what’s the next move?” Ken wondered aloud.
Charlie himself answered. “Go hunt us some ladies, of course!” he grinned, hefting a fully-filled Super Soaker. “Julie Spencer’s out there somewhere, and she’s all mine!” Which finally got his two cohorts into the game…
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“Maybe we should stay close to the CP here,” Barbara al-Fashir wondered, leaning against a tree on the bottom fringe of the Mabrey property near their pink flag. “Dig in for defense and all.”
“Or maybe stay close to our scouts,” Hope Mabrey suggested at Barbara’s elbow. “Keep the girls out of trouble.”
“They’ll be fine,” Julie dismissed. “And if you can’t trust Serenity, Chelsea, and Abbie to guard a flag, who can you trust?” The other two women, Lainie, and Cinda stared at her as she hefted the biggest Super Soaker in the girls’ arsenal. “I’m going husband hunting, if you know what I mean!” They knew what Julie Ross meant, all right…
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“You better just pay attention to our scouting,” Destiny warned Jillian in a hard whisper as the two girls picked their way past the back corner of the Giles’ privacy fence and tiptoed toward the four-wheeler path far above the development. “I heard you and Charity Mabrey talking about Colton Walters! I know you both have a crush on him! Well, I better not get captured because you’re more interested in him than in winning!”
“Will you just shut up, you little motormouth?” Jill hissed back as she scanned the terrain ahead. “They’ll hear you!”
“Well, at least I know to whisper!” Destiny countered haughtily as she followed Jillian’s lead toward the path still far up on the mountainside. “I’m not yelling my head off like”—
“Shh!” Jillian shushed Destiny—“I think I hear something! Footsteps!”
“What do we do?” Destiny asked, sweeping her Super Soaker out in front of her.
“Hide,” Jillian answered, peering into the shadows, her own weapon at the ready. “Wait until whoever it is goes past, then keep go”—and suddenly Destiny was not there. “Little fraidy-cat!” Jill muttered, certain little Destiny had already cut and run for home. Little kids are such fraidy-cats!… A moment’s consideration, then Jill decided to continue her trek up to the four-wheeler path—cautious, near-silent steps—
“Freeze!” Boys! Jillian gasped and started to turn—“Don’t move or we shoot!” But where are—and from the shadows of trees, two boys emerged. Clinton Maser—and Colton! Both were grinning with triumph—and both had Super Soakers leveled straight at her! “You’re our prisoner, Jillian! You have to go to our prison camp!”
For a second, Jill wasn’t quite sure what to do. Despite what Destiny had insinuated, Jillian did want to win, if only to get a whole day of shopping at the mall. She’d been wanting to hit the local Claire for more accessories, and a win in the game would make that possible—but Colton Walters! Despite her desire to win, the sight of Colton made Jillian’s little heart beat strangely, and in that long instant she had to decide whether winning or Colton was more important. A day at the Claire—or Colton! Which do I—and then she saw where Destiny was, only her eyes barely visible as she crouched behind a low-lying shrub. Or, Jillian decided, maybe I can have both!… “Okay, I surrender,” Jillian mewled, ostentatiously laying down her Super Soaker and putting up her hands. “Take me prisoner.” Which she hoped wasn’t directed too obviously at Colton…
“You have to wear just your bathing suit,” Clinton warned. “That’s the rules.” Feverishly imagining capturing Charity Mabrey in her bathing suit…
Jillian couldn’t help but bat her eyes at Colton. “Well…those are the rules,” she agreed. Without her gaze leaving Colton, she wriggled out of her polo shirt and shorts, leaving herself in nothing but her daring little two-piece suit and flip-flops standing with her hands raised in surrender. You know I’m prettier than Merri, Colton, especially like this!… “You can take me prisoner now.” Especially you, Colton…
“Okay,” Colton ordered his buddy, “I’ll take her clothes and her squirt gun, and you tie her up.”
“Why don’t you tie her up?” Clinton replied. “You’re better at it, you know,” he temporized, “all that playing with Emma. Mom don’t let me tie up Ciara.” Referring to his own kid sister. “That way Jillian won’t escape.” Jillian Burton was pretty, Clinton would admit, but she was certainly no Charity Mabrey—and he had his sights set on Charity.
And Colton could not miss Jillian’s flirty little leer even if he had tried. She wants me to tie her up!… And he knew that was nothing but bad news. Jillian and Charity had been pursuing him ever since first grade, and he knew that if he put even one loop of rope on Jill Burton’s wrists, she would consider him her boyfriend. And as long as there was a Meredith Howland in the world, he was not allowing that to happen. “Well…this way you can practice,” Colton reasoned disingenuously. “I’ll stand guard just in case. Every brother should know how to tie up his sister, you know! It’s kind of a rule.”
Standing in her place, Jillian felt her heart sink. Twice Colton chickened out of taking me prisoner! And she knew exactly why—if only I was a fat little ginger named Merri… Her fantasy capture fading in her imagination, she focused on her other goal. She had to get taken up to the prison camp so Destiny could follow along and see so she could get help and the girls could win the game and give her that fabulous day at the mall. And, she allowed, Clinton might not be Colton, but he’s still sort of cute… “Well, somebody needs to take me prisoner,” she smirked. “My arms are getting tired here!” Still the two boys hesitated—“Well, if you two won’t take me prisoner, I’ll just go back!” she minced, dropping her hands, turning and flouncing back toward—and two cold blasts of water hit her almost simultaneously—“Well, then,” she huffed, stopping with her back still turned and putting up her hands again, “take me prisoner, you dummies!” She heard them mumbling at each other—“Here!” she said with another huff, flipping her arms down and crossing her wrists behind her back, “I even have my hands behind my back for you! I’ve done almost all the work for you! Take me prisoner!” More muttering, and finally a softly-growled “okay, okay, I’ll take her prisoner! Geez!” And in a few more hesitant moments, Jillian felt a soft rope of some kind being wrapped around her wrists.
“Hmph! You’d think I had cooties or something!” Jillian huffed as her hands were being tied. “Neither one of you wanted to even take me prisoner at all! I guess I’m just too ugly for either of you!”
“You’re not ugly, Jillian,” the boy’s voice reached her ears—Jillian was completely unsurprised that it was Clinton’s—“it’s just that…well…” Charity’s name was on the tip of his tongue, but he knew that if he even breathed it, Jillian would tell Charity all about it and she would hate him for it. And since the one thing he most wanted out of the game was to take Charity prisoner… “I…just…ain’t very good at this tying-up stuff.” She felt the knot being tied. “Does it hurt?”
“No,” Jill sniffed. “At least you finally took me prisoner!”
“Well, then…you don’t…we have to make sure you don’t yell to anybody,” Clinton murmured after a warning glance from Colton.
Jill spun around indignantly. “You mean—you’re not going to gag me, are you? That’s not in the r”—
“You’re our prisoner,” Colton taunted, “and we get to do whatever we want! We’re making sure you don’t yell for help! Clint, use that tape they gave us and cover up her mouth!”
“You wouldn’t!” Jill stammered—
But now that he was actually in it, Clinton’s imagination, feverishly painting Charity Mabrey into Jillian Burton’s place (even thought Jillian was just a little too short and plump to be a perfect substitute for Charity in Clinton’s eyes), was taking over. “We have to,” Clinton demurred, unrolling a strip of duct tape from the roll they had been provided. “We have to keep the prison camp a secret.”
“I don’t like tape,” Jillian minced. “Bad guys always use tape on your mouth, and tape hurts when you take it off. If you’re going to gag me, you have to use cloth.” Clinton and Colton dithered. “Or I’ll yell for help right now!”
“—but we only have the two!” she heard the boys arguing sotto voce—“one apiece, and what if we catch”—
“I’m getting ready to yell for help right now!” Jill snipped—took a big breath—
“Okay, okay!” Clinton huffed, pulling a red bandanna from a shorts pocket and hesitating toward his prisoner. “We’ll use cloth!” He folded the bandanna corner-to-corner as Jillian stood expectantly. “Now…how do you…what do…”
“You tie a knot in the middle of it and put the knot in my mouth!” Jillian interjected with a disgusted huff. “Then you tie the ends off behind my head! Seriously, Clinton, haven’t you ever tied up a girl before?” She was starting to enjoy pushing his buttons…
“I told you, Mom won’t let me tie up Ciara! She says it’s mean!” Clinton retorted defensively. “Anyhow, okay,” he grumbled, tying a knot in the middle as Jillian had instructed, secretly thankful for getting these helpful pointers before his anticipated capture of Charity, “there’s the knot. You said I put it in your mouth?”
“Yes,” Jillian sniffed, “but make sure you move my hair before you tie it off. I don’t want your stupid gag pulling my hair!” She opened her mouth with a surly huff—“Well, are you going to gag me or not? Put the stupid knot in my mouth, Clinton!”
With a cringe, Clinton complied, delicately pushing the knot between Jillian’s teeth, then ducking behind her to tie it off, first gingerly shifting her long brown tresses over her right shoulder. “There, that didn’t hurt, did it?” he asked, wishing more than ever that he had Charity there. Actually, this is kind of fun!…
A sentiment with which Jillian would have had to agree. If Colton wouldn’t actually take her prisoner, he at least was watching, and she was determined to give him the best show she could. And maybe if Clinton starts to like me, maybe Colton will get jealous of him or something… “Nmm, Cwntn,” she demurred with a proud toss of her head to shift her hair back down her back. “Mt dmdnnt.”
“And now,” Colton ordered as soon as Jill’s gag was tied off, “we’re making sure you don’t know where the prison camp is either. We still have one cloth left, so blindfold her, Clint!”
“Nnnnm!” Jillian squeaked. That’s not fair!—
“I…well, like he said…” Clinton stammered. “Here, I’ll take care of your glasses so they don’t get broke, Jillian,” Clinton offered shyly. “But he’s right, in case you escape you can’t know where the prison camp is. It has to stay a secret.”
“Mw, mmw wmmt!” Jillian huffed through her gag, holding herself still to allow Clinton to take off her glasses, which he folded and slipped into the collar of his polo shirt like his mother did so often with her sunglasses. We’d better win after putting up with all of this!… She held still while Clinton folded up their other bandanna, dark blue, and tied it over her eyes. Well, I wanted them to take me prisoner!…
“We got our first prisoner!” Colton exulted as he and Clinton each took their bound, gagged, blindfolded prisoner Jillian by an elbow and led her up toward the four-wheeler path. “We’re going to win!”
Not if I have my way, you won’t, Destiny told herself as she silently followed in their wake, giggling to herself how stupid boys were, especially when girls were around…
Welcome to Snowden! Enter at your own risk...

### Chapter 11

Post by Mister Mistoffelees » Wed Jul 10, 2013 7:10 am

You know, folks, any feedback is welcome! It's nice to hear back from people, you know...
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11 Scouting Mission
Ken Mabrey had stayed behind at the command post for just a few extra minutes after Charlie Ross had gone wife-hunting. Tim Morgan, still at the CP, was still not particularly enthusiastic for the game, but Ken was beginning to warm to the competition. His worries about what trouble his daughters could be getting into were gradually being replaced by thoughts of what he could do with his wife Hope if he could capture her. Thoughts which got a boost as three figures emerged on the four-wheeler path just off of which the command post was situated. Two boys, and between them… “Good hunting, boys!” he called out as he recognized the youngest boys Clinton and Colton. And the girl between them, arms bound and mouth filled and eyes covered, could only be—“Captured Jilly, I see!” And even beneath a gag and blindfold, her don’t-call-me-Jilly smirk confirmed her identity. “Get her settled in the prison camp, and see how many more you can catch!” With giggles, the boys agreed as they escorted their prisoner further down the four-wheeler path…
Completely oblivious to the dark-complected girl even then picking along in the shadows in their wake. Destiny’s sharp vision had already picked out the flag hung at the command post, and she smiled to herself as the boys and their captive led her toward the prison camp. I’ll know everything we need to know to win the game! Just have to keep quiet…
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Jillian found herself unceremoniously dumped onto her backside onto a surface which felt like dirt and a scattering of pebbles. Another moment, and she felt herself being snugged against a hard wall which felt like wood. Her fingers explored the surface, and confirmed that the surface she had been sat against was old and heavy wood, which left her with no clue where she really was.
Not that she had long to ponder such questions—at least not yet. The act of sitting her down left her legs stretched out in front of her, and now she felt her running shoes slipped off her feet and her ankles pushed together—“Hmm! Wmmd rr oo doommg?”
“No running away, Jill!” Colton sniggered above her as she felt rope bring wrapped around her ankles. Which meant that it was Clinton tying her legs. “With your legs tied, you can’t escape!”
“Wmmd mmbmmt mmph gwmssmss?” she demanded.
“I’ll take ‘em,” another boy’s voice chimed in, young and teasing. “Give ‘em here, little buddy.” She strained a moment to recognize the voice, young but older than Colton or Clinton, but was much more concerned with the substance of his message—she gasped—“You don’t need to see where you are, Jill,” the boy explained, a wry smile in his voice—he knows me!—“You never know if there’ll be a prisoner exchange or something, so this way you won’t know where our prison is. There’s not all that much to see really.” Now she recognized the voice—Jaden Ross! Jillian’s friendship with Charity meant she knew Charity’s sister Serenity’s friends, the first of which was Abbie Dwight, and Jaden—lean and quick, handsome with deep dark hair and sparkling blue eyes, energy and vitality always lighting his seventeen-year-old frame—was her boyfriend. Jaden Ross! The sound of that quick, teasingly friendly voice instantly made poor Jillian’s heart do back-flips in her chest. I’m Jaden’s prisoner! She had to force herself to not sigh, but she knew she was blushing radiantly. “And you’d look a little silly with your glasses over a blindfold.”
“Mmm-hmm, Jmmdmm,” she purred, suddenly content to be a tied-up prisoner if Jaden Ross was her guard. Well, she argued, he’s only seven years older than me!…
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From her hidden spot below the path, Destiny White swore to herself that she would never ever get as silly over a boy as Jillian Burton obviously was. Even in the dark she could sense her scouting partner’s blush, and had to suppress a sigh of disgust. Always about boys! I wouldn’t be as stupid as Jillian is! Even if it is Jaden, and even if he is the cutest boy I’ve ever seen, and even if he is just as nice to me as he is to his sister Susie, I wouldn’t get all stupid about—
And a twig crackled under her foot—
Uh-oh!—
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“What was that?” Clinton hissed—
“Hope it’s not a bear or something!” Colton assented—
“Sshh!” Jaden commanded, stilling his two small colleagues. “Listen!” They hushed themselves in the new-rising moonlight—
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They heard me! What do I do? And deciding that discretion was now the better part of valor, Destiny edged down the hillside toward the open backyards below—
And even more twigs crackled—
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“Somebody’s there!” Colton yelled, now certain that the intruder was human—
“What do we do?” Clinton dithered—
“Whoever you are, get out here! We know you’re there!” Jaden commanded—he waved the boys toward the crackling below them—they edged forward hesitantly—
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There was nothing left to do but run. She heard the boys approaching, and she backed away toward the bottom of the screen of trees and the lawns below—
No, if I go down there they’ll see me and catch up to me! What do I…and seeing a rock at the edge of the four-wheeler path, she hurried behind it—
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“That way!” Colton yelled, pointing down the path. “She’s trying to get away!” The two boys ran to the path, their weapons drawn—
But sudden silence. “Where’d she go?” Clinton whispered, unnerved by the sudden silence. “She couldn’t have got away, could she?”
“Don’t know,” Colton muttered, peering into the moonlight-flecked darkness. “Keep an eye out.” He found his eyes settling on a big rock just at the edge of the path—sudden movement—
And a cold blast of water crashed into the middle of his chest, instantly soaking his tee shirt—“What the”—and another blast—a gasp from Clinton as a similar blast soaked him—
“Gotcha!” Destiny cackled, emerging from her hiding place with her weapon drawn. “You’re frozen, and I”—
“What the heck are you two doing?” Jaden called—
“Help us! We’re shot!” Colton yelled—
Destiny would have loved to taken both boys prisoner—well, they are both cute!—but she knew she would have no chance against the bigger Jaden—and he could un-freeze the two boys, making it three on one. “Nyah nyah nyah! I got you, stupid boys! You can’t catch me!” And with no need for secrecy, Destiny’s fleet little feet raced her down the hill—
“What the heck are you two waiting for?” Jaden demanded—
“She shot us! We’re frozen!” Clinton wailed. With a gritted sigh, Jaden came forward and tagged them both—
“Now hurry up and get ‘er, you dips! She knows where the prison is!”
Destiny had given herself a big head start at the outset, but she knew the boys would gain on her quickly; she was the fastest runner in the upcoming third grade, but both Colton and Clinton were headed into fifth grade, bigger and stronger and faster, and any long chase would end with her shot down and captured. And she was absolutely not going to end up like Jillian if she could help it! She also had to dodge the boys’ command post and the weapons there—and grown-up boys would be even faster than kids! She peeled off the path, plunged down into the backyards and their open space. Have to run! Can’t let them catch me!
But even then she heard Colton and Clinton yelling in pursuit, and she knew she was losing ground quickly to the two incensed boys. Can’t let them take me prisoner!—
The big privacy fence loomed ahead, the gate where she and Jillian had reached the hillside hopefully still unlatched. If only she could make it there—sneak around Mrs. Giles’s house—I might escape and get to our home base! She heard the hissing peel of a water gun being fired—gasped—a spray of water fell just beside her—no!—the gate was just ahead—she dashed it open just as a blast of water struck the fence at her elbow—
She had no time to notice the two forms emerging in the darkness on the other side of the gate—could only run—
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“That was Destiny!” Susie Ross squeaked as the dark little form raced past—“She’s running from”—
“Shhhh!” Charity shushed her urgently. She had heard the voices pursuing their friend Destiny, and Charity’s heart thrilled with the sudden glow of opportunity—“Here! Hide right here behind the door!”
“Why are we”—but Susie’s protest was squelched by Charity’s hand over her mouth and a sudden pull on her elbow yanking her into the moon-shadowed darkness behind the door—
“Get ready, Susie!” Charity pressed in a feverish whisper, quickly pumping up her Super Soaker. “They’re right outside!” Indeed, the privacy gate Destiny had dashed open and thrown half-shut was thrown open again—two figures dashed through in blind pursuit—“Now!” And two Super Soakers sprayed forth—
Two gasps as the boys were hit with absolutely unexpected blasts of cold water—“What?” Colton cried—“Who?” Clinton squealed—
“Gotcha!” a cackling, braying girl’s laugh splashed upon their horrified ears, bright and saucy and instantly recognizable—“Freeze where you are! You’re both my prisoners!”—
Colton Walters’ heart dropped precipitously into his stomach, which in turn dropped precipitously into his shoes—I’m Charity Mabrey’s prisoner! Beside him, Clinton Maser’s heart staggered for an entirely different reason—
I’m Charity Mabrey’s prisoner!…
Welcome to Snowden! Enter at your own risk...

### Re: The Land of Snowden: Summer (Tie-Up) School

Post by Zaphod » Sat Jul 13, 2013 11:54 pm

Oh my, Jillian seems to like being bound and gagged in her swimsuit in front of Jaden, and Clinton's probably going to enjoy being bound and gagged in his swimsuit in front of Charity. Looks like being a prisoner in this game can have some perks.
I'm trying to remember the chronology of this story. This is before Battle for Camp Evergreen, so before Charity and Clinton become an item, right? If so, I guess this story will give Clinton more reasons to have a crush on Charity.

### Re: The Land of Snowden: Summer (Tie-Up) School

Post by Jason Toddman » Thu Jul 18, 2013 6:47 pm

Moved out of archives and back into (new) Fictional Tugs at author's request because it is an ongoing story still being written.
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...