To xtc, thanks for the kinds words.
To sarumansauron, what do you mean by "except Monday it leaves of this story"? I know that Tugstories doesn't update anymore. I have only twelve stories there.
To robmic, well, we were the one tied up and tickled!!!!!
Fall 1966
Angela's Gambit
Part III
Frank's Mom
(F/m)
Mrs. Tompkins (name changed) entered the room. She was a bit young, in her early thirties, blond, and wearing a typical sixties housedress.
She looked for us for a couple of seconds before speaking. “Sorry for interrupting your game,” she asked. “But I’ve got to ask Frank something. You don’t mind, do you?”
“No, Mrs. Tompkins,” we all replied.
She went and removed Frank’s gag. She untied the bedsheet knot from behind his head and unwrapped it from his head. It was long, and it was wrapped about seven times, first over the mouth then between the lips and teeth. She extracted a soggy bandana from his mouth. She then asked if he saw where the brooms were, and where the wax was hidden. Frank told them where he thought he saw them last.
After that, she asked the standard questions our parents and other adults asks us when they caught us in our games.
“Okay, did you consent to being tied up?” Mrs. Tompkins asked.
“Yes, Mom,” Frank answered.
“How about the rest of you?” she asked.
Chester, Jay, and I nodded.
“Is it too tight? Does it hurt?”
“No Mom,” Frank said.
We all shook our heads to agree with Frank’s statement.
“Do you want to be untied right now?” she asked.
Frank was silent for a moment before answering, “Only if our captors want to.”
“We’ll free him after our game, Mrs. Tompkins,” Donald said. “Right now, by our rules, he should be tied up.”
That means we won’t be free anytime soon!
Frank’s Mom seemed satisfied by that. She took the soggy bandana, and threw it in the hamper.
“Can anybody of you get a glass of water?” she asked.
“I’ll do it,” Betty said. She ran off the room and less than a minute later returned with a glass of water (in a big plastic cup).
Mrs. Tompkins carefully let Frank drink until the glass was half empty. She went to his dresser, got a fresh bandana, then soaked it using the remaining water from the cup.
“I’m sorry Frank, but I don’t want to interrupt you game. It would be unfair to them,” she said as she instructed her son to open his mouth. She inserted the wad of wet bandana, then took the torn bedsheet and began to wound it around his head, first between his teeth then over his mouth till his mouth was swathed with white cloth. “Next time,” she addressed us, even while gagging her son, “use a damp piece of cloth as packing if you want to use it for a long time so your victim’s mouth wouldn’t dry.”
“Yes, Mrs. Tompkins,” they all said as all of us watched, wide-eyed and open jawed.
Just then, Angela arrived with Andrew and David. They froze when they saw Mrs. Tompkins gagging her son.
“Hello, Angie, Andy, David,” she greeted. “Are you captive or captor in this game?”
The three were snapped back to reality. “Captors, Mrs. Tompkins,” Andrew replied.
“Well, don’t leave them tied up too long,” she said. “You’re all welcome to have a snack after this!”
“Thanks,” they all said as she left.
***
“Um, what is going on here?” Andrew asked Angela as soon as Mrs. Tompkins was gone.
“Well, I don’t know,” she said, looking at Donald and Betty and Maggie for an explanation.
Donald and Betty filled them on what had happened when Angela left, and Donald explained what had happened since we left our house.
“See, I told you! I captured them all by myself!” Angela boasted.
“No you didn’t,” said David. “You had Donald’s help!”
“But you have to admit that even without him, I could have captured all four of them!” Angela boasted.
Andrew laughed. “Yeah! You’re right! Well, good thing you’re on our side! I have to admit, when you were on their side, most of your wins we’re because of you! Now that you’re on our side, I don’t think Tom and company would ever have a chance!”
Angela beamed with pride at my brother’s complement. “So, should we tickle them?”
“You took the words right out of my mouth,” David said. “Let’s do it!”
But before they could proceed, Frank’s mother again appeared in the room. “I’m so sorry for interrupting your game, but I can’t seem to find it. Can you please untie Frank so he could help me look for it?”
Angela and Andrew and Donald and David were crestfallen, but they were reassured by her next words.
“Don’t worry. I’m returning Frank to you as soon we find what we’re looking for,” she said.
Reassured, Angela quickly untied and ungagged Frank, who went down with his mother. Before she left, she took the sheet that covered Frank’s mouth.
Oh for crying out loud! I want this to be over!
“Let’s tickle them right now,” Andrew proposed. “We can tickle Frank later.”
The others enthusiastically agreed.
I braced myself. Andrew attacked me with searching fingers. He attacked me on the ribs, and soon, I was laughing. But strangely enough, he wasn’t aggressive enough. Yes, I was laughing, but not the kind of laughing that I had endured at his hands before. After two minutes, with breaks of course, he stopped, and tickled the others. I could hear them laugh, and it was clear that they were tickled much harder than I was. Thankfully, my brother indicated that I was tickled enough and that nobody should tickle me anymore. I repaid the favour in the future by tickling him less.
The others were tickled for five minutes more, with breaks. I was puzzled at my being spared by my brother, but I was thankful just the same.
A minute after they finished their tickling, Frank and his mother returned. We were surprised. Mrs. Tompkins arrived with her son before him. Frank’s hands were behind him, obviously bound, and the lower half of his face was tightly swathed with the same cloth that was used on him before.
“Well, I’m sorry for again interrupting your game,” she said. “Hope this makes it up for you!”
“Um, yes, thank you,” Andrew said.
With that, she left us to our own devices. Angela quickly grabbed Frank, and retied him to the same bed post where he had been bound before, and used the same strips of cloth that was used on him before.
Without warning, Angela tickled Frank. Donald and Betty joined her, while David, Maggie and Andrew simply watched. It lasted a couple of minutes, but like all our tickling sessions, we had breaks every so that they would not laugh their heads off. Frank just laughed and laughed.
After the tickling, Andrew leashed my wrists to the foot of the bed. They then left.
Jay started talking through his gag. It was not packed, and we could, garbled as it was, understand him pretty well. But the rest of us have packed mouths, and communication was out of the question.
I tried to struggle, to look for misplaced knots, to see if there was any give to the ropes binding me, but they had done a competent job again, and after a few minutes, I decided to simply wait for them to untie us. The others also gave up soon after.
Our adversaries came back thirty minutes after they left. They gave their usual taunts after they untied us, and we gave the usual promises of revenge. Angela received the lion’s share of the praise from her group mates and from us. She was happy. We were all proud of her, even if we didn’t say it out loud. But the incident was most memorable not because of Angela, but because of Frank’s Mom.
We went to the kitchen, where we ate sandwiches and drank orange juice with Frank’s parents—snacks prepared by Mrs. Tompkins. We spent the rest of the day doing other stuff and just talking though much of our talk was on the day’s events.
The next tie up game happened on Friday. What happened? Read the next part and find out!