Winter 1966-67 - Triple Initiation - Story Finished!!

Postby Tom Ford » Tue Nov 01, 2011 7:16 am

It's time for another story.

I've already finished writing this story. And when I've finished it, it turned out to be quite long. Longer in fact, than any previous story I've ever posted here or in Canuck's old site.

So I divided it and I'll post its parts every few days so as to not to overwhelm the reader.

Thanks to all those who have read my previous stories, and thanks especially to those who made comments on it.

Once again, comments are appreciated!!
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Winter 1966-67 - Triple Initiation - Part I

Postby Tom Ford » Tue Nov 01, 2011 7:16 am

Winter 1966-67

Triple Initiation

Part I

Plans and Surprises
(fff/f)


It had been long in the planning. We long had wanted to induct the three girls, my cousin Maggie (9), my sister Betty (9), and my friend Nancy (9). We were all for including in our teams and might have ditched the idea of an initiation altogether had not Angela, whom we had subjected to an initiation, objected.

At first, our plan was to initiate them one by one. First Nancy, then Maggie, and afterwards, Betty, right after their birthdays. But we decided that it would not be practical, and settled on doing it at the same time for all three. Henry (8), Angela’s (10) younger brother, would have been part of it, but his birthday (on April) was too far away and we were not that patient.

That meant that the event must really be special. We already told the three girls that they would have to undergo an initiation. Of course, we told them that they could avoid it by simply not joining our merry band of TUGgers.

Their reaction was as expected. They said that they badly wanted to join the fun, and that they will endure the initiation just to be part of it. They said that they are ready and they can take any we dish at them. They asked us when that will happen. But we were mum about it. We wanted to surprise them.

But it would turn out that they will in turn also surprise us.

Our plan was to use Saturday afternoon. I knew for a fact that Maggie would come over to play with Betty, and that Nancy and Cathy would also come over. Thus, the three girls would be in one place, for an entirely different reason. Perfect! Andrew, David and I decided on the date, and we informed the other interested parties, namely Angela, Donald (10), and Frank.

Thus, by our count, there would be eleven kids—my older brother Andrew (11), his best friend, and by this time, also my close friend David (10, he would be 11 in a few weeks), my cousin, next door neighbour, and Maggie’s older brother Donald (10), my best friend Frank (9, he too would be ten in a few weeks), and myself for the boys, Angela (10), and her best friend and next door neighbor and my classmate Louise (9), for the girls who would conduct the initiation. Betty (9), my sister and Angela’s best friend, Maggie (9), my cousin, Donald’s little sister and next door neighbour, and Nancy (9), David’s little sister and my sister’s friend, were the initiates. And Cathy (7), Nancy and David’s little sister, who would simply watch, would also be there. Plus my younger brothers who would not be involved but were in the same house—Barney (7), John (6), and Lawrence, or Lew (5).

It would seem too much, but we were used to it. We had a big house that could accommodate all, and my parents and aunt and uncle and neighbours were used to handling such numbers of kids. Luckily, I persuaded my younger brothers to spend the day at my uncle’s house next door with Donald and Maggie’s younger siblings.

So we older kids were all alone with my mother, and with her busy with chores, we could have the house to ourselves.

My brother was at David’s place that Saturday morning, and Donald and I spend the morning playing with my toys. Maggie was already over playing with Betty, and Nancy joined us for lunch (Cathy, Nancy’s sister, would have joined us, but she had a dental appointment that afternoon). Soon after lunch, Angela arrived with Louise.

I had not expected the initiation to begin because of the absence of Andrew and David, so I just waited for them to arrive.

So it was a surprise when Donald and I walked into my sister’s room to get something and I saw Betty pointing a water pistol at Angela, and Maggie holding her hands behind her. Nancy was going out to ask me for some rope when I entered.

“Tom, could we borrow some of your rope?” Nancy asked.

I was stupefied. “What is going on here?” I asked.

“They want revenge,” Angela replied for them. “Well tie me up, but if I escape, you’re all history!” she said.

“Oh you won’t escape,” Betty replied.

“Just like I didn’t escape the other million times you tied me up! Face it! You can’t tie properly! When I get out, all of you would be tied up!”

“Even me?” Louise, who had been just standing and watching, asked.

“Yes!” Angela replied.

“But what did I do?” she protested.

“You let them do this to me,” she said.

All of them wore what was typical of girls that day in our little town. They wore knee length dresses and black flat shoes and white shocks. It was winter, and cold inside the house, so they wore thick tights and had sweatshirts or jackets inside the house. What color and what design they wore I can’t remember, but probably plain colored or plaid. Anyway, that’s not important.

“Revenge for what?” I asked when I had the chance.

“Lots of things. Especially for all the times when she tied us all up!” my sister said. “Now could you please lend us your rope, please, Tom?”

“Okay,” I said as I stepped back and went to my room, leaving Donald in my sister’s room to watch the proceedings.

I gathered as much rope as I can. When I returned, I saw that Nancy was stuffing Angela’s mouth with two handkerchiefs rolled into a single ball. Maggie and Louise held Angela’s hands behind her. The handkerchiefs were Betty’s. Then, taking a page out of my gagging book, my sister got one of her large handkerchiefs, tied a knot in its center, and pushed it against the wad already in Angela’s mouth to wedge firmly behind her teeth. Betty then tightly knotted it in the back of her neck.

“Tom, I forgot, could I borrow you roll of duct tape too?” Betty asked.

I was irritated that I have to make the trip to my room twice, but I was intrigued. “Anything else you want me to get, little sister?”

“No. Just that,” she said.

I gave the rope I was carrying to Donald and went back to my room to get a roll of duct tape.

When I returned, Louise and Nancy were holding Angela’s hands behind her, crossed, as Betty prepared a long white rope for use. Angela was not struggling, but apparently, the other girls were not taking any chances on her escaping their clutches.

How this would affect our planned initiation of the three would-be-female-captors of Angela I had no idea at that time, but it would interesting how my older brother Andrew, once he arrives with David, would deal with this.
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Re: Winter 1966-67 - Triple Initiation

Postby xtc » Tue Nov 01, 2011 8:41 am

Thanks for breaking up the story. Sometimes one just doesn't have the time or inclination to read a more drawn out chaptwr and It would be a shame to miss out on your writing. Thanks for continuing.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Winter 1966-67 - Triple Initiation

Postby viking » Tue Nov 01, 2011 1:50 pm

i agree on the previous comment.
as mutch as i like reading your stories, i personally has a tendency of getting tired by reading to mutch. so it's a good thing when you know where to split the story.

that way it get's more interesting and people like me will have an easier time to read it trough. so i don't mind at all that you do, it's one of the reasons why i like your stories.

and yeah, i do wonder as well how Andrew would react when he got back. and also if Angela could get away from the other girls bindings.
Once a scout, always a perverted pyromaniac with a fetish for knives and duct tape

Re: Winter 1966-67 - Triple Initiation

Postby sarumansauron » Tue Nov 01, 2011 3:19 pm

Nice start! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Winter 1966-67 - Triple Initiation - Part II

Postby Tom Ford » Fri Nov 04, 2011 8:21 am

To Viking, and xtc, thanks for the support. I think I will finish posting this story in early December if all goes according to plan. Don’t worry, this story is finished and I'll post all of it soon.
To sarumansauron, thanks again for the comments.

Winter 1966-67

Triple Initiation

Part II

Revenge on Angela
(fff/f)


I quickly returned to my sister’s room with a roll of duct tape in my hand. Angela’s hands were being tied behind her by Betty, my sister. I tossed the tape to Nancy, who applied strip after strip on Angela’s mouth which was already holding a knotted handkerchief tied around her head and a wad of cloth stuffed in her mouth. I would have added another handkerchief around her mouth just to make sure she can’t dislodge the gag, but I’m sure Angela would neither attempt it nor would have the ability to do it if she did attempt it.

I looked at Betty. Her tying technique was not as polished as the other tie-up veterans (meaning me, Andrew, Frank, Donald, and Angela) but I guess it was effective in keeping her tied up. She simply wrapped it lots of times horizontally, the vertically, around her wrists, then tightly cinched in between. The remainder was tied around her waist quite sloppily.

“Can you pass me the tape?” Betty asked.

“What for?” Nancy, who held the roll, asked.

“You’ll see,” she replied.

Nancy gave the tape to Betty. My sister, bless her heart, taped Angela’s hands to her body, wrapping it around from waist to shoulder. Luckily, in that cold afternoon, Angela was wearing a long sleeved dress in addition to her sweatshirt that none of the tape touched her skin. I was surprised at my sister’s audacity. She used so much tape that it immediately halved the roll. Now, without even having expert knotting skills, she rendered Angela paralyzed. Angela tried to resist, but Maggie and Nancy held her, and she had no chance.

“You know, next time, use rope instead. That’s wasteful,” I scolded. It’s true. Using rope to tie her hands to her body would be just as effective, and rope is reusable.

“Sorry, but I’m not that good yet at using rope,” she said. “Now, let’s finish her.”

The three captors moved Angela so she was sitting on the bed. This time, it was Nancy who tied her lower limbs.

First, she tied her ankles using the basic wrap and cinch method. Then she tied her knees under the skirt of the dress using the same method. She pushed it up a little so she could tie it, and after she tied it, pulled the skirt back so that the dress hid the ropes from observers.

After that, they drew back, and looked at their captive.

“Now try to escape,” Nancy challenged.

Angela looked dangerously at the captors before starting the escape attempt. She first tried to slip her wrists from the ropes. When that didn’t work, she tried hopping around and looked for something sharp to cut something, anything, from her bonds. When she found none, she tried to look for knots, but the knots were unreachable from her fingers.

After a half hour of futile struggling, she gave up.

“Give up, Angie?” Betty asked.

An exhausted Angela nodded.

“You know what that means?” Maggie said, flexing her fingers in front of Angela.

Angela’s eyes grew as large as saucers. She shook her head as the three captors pounced on her. They all tickled her for five minutes in every part of the body that could be tickled—the armpits, the stomach, the neck (but not the feet because they did not bother to remove her shoes and socks). After they were done, she was sweaty, dishevelled, haggard, and breathing hard.

“So how long would you keep her tied up?” Donald asked.

“Yeah. How long would she remain tied up?” I repeated.

“As long as we like, right Angela? That’s what you said when you tied us up!” Nancy said as she looked at her captive.

“Mmmmpphh mmpphhh,” Angela tried saying, but not only was she misunderstood, she was ignored as well.

“Let’s tie her to the chair,” said Betty.

The two other girls agreed. The three helped her into a standing position, then hopped her to the chair besides her study table.

Using a lot of ropes, they tied her chest and waist to the back of the chair, and her lap to the seat. It was not as good as I would have done, and the ropes around the chair and Angela were loose at several points, but it is enough to hold her to the chair without too much struggling.

“Now that’s a nicely wrapped package,” Betty said, and all three captors laughed at their victim.

Angela looked at the three dangerously, vowing revenge with her eyes. Oh she’s going to get them when she’s free!! I am glad that I was not on the receiving end of it. Although I must be careful or I might get tied up by her just the same.

“Well Angela, I’m glad you’re having fun,” a new voice suddenly said. We all looked at the door, and it was Andrew. With him were Frank, and David.

He looked at Angela and laughed. “Hey Angie, nice one! Your own would-be victims turned the tables on you!” He looked at her captors. “Girls, what’s going on here?”

“Oh we’re just getting her back for all the times she tied us up,” Betty replied.

“Yeah! She’s getting what’s coming to her,” Maggie added.

David and Frank went over and inspected the bonds while my brother talked to his sister and cousin. After several oohs and aahs, David asked, “so who did the tying? It’s you Tom, isn’t it? Maybe it’s you, Donald!”

“Nah! We just watched,” I replied.

“Yeah. They tied Angela up!” my cousin Donald added.

“I did her hands,” Betty proudly said.


Andrew joined David and Frank as they inspected her knots. “Well, not bad. Not bad at all, little sister,” he said.

Betty beamed with pride.

“Well, I taught her!” I said.

“We taught her, Thomas,” Andrew corrected.

“And I did her feet,” Nancy said.

David looked at the bonds on her feet. “Impressive!” he said.

She too beamed with pride at the compliment of her older brother.

“And it was my idea to tape her up!” Betty added.

“Angela won’t like that,” Frank laughed, finally saying something.

“How long has she been tied up?” David asked.

“Not long,” I replied. “About forty five minutes give or take.”

“Do you like me to let you go?” my brother loudly whispered to Angela.

“Andrew! Angela’s our captive! You can’t let her go!” my sister protested.

“Well, Angela, do you want to be free?” my brother asked.

Angela nodded.

“Well, I’ll free you…” he said, then paused.

Angela brightened, and Betty, Maggie, and Nancy sulked.

“…when my sister lets me,” he finished.

All of us laughed at that. Betty stuck her tongue out at Angela.

Andrew walked to me and whispered, “Go get the ropes, the tape, everything, in my room, and get your stuff too.”

I understood. We were about to tie up the three girls—Betty, Maggie, and Nancy—for the initiation.
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Re: Winter 1966-67 - Triple Initiation - Part 2 posted!

Postby xtc » Fri Nov 04, 2011 10:07 am

I didn't think you'd forget that little deatail somehow.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Winter 1966-67 - Triple Initiation - Part 2 posted!

Postby sarumansauron » Fri Nov 04, 2011 4:34 pm

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

Winter 1966-67 - Triple Initiation - Part III

Postby Tom Ford » Mon Nov 07, 2011 7:56 am

Once again, thanks to sarumansauron and xtc for your comments.

Winter 1966-67

Triple Initiation

Part III

The Start of the Initiation
(m+/f+)



I went to my brother’s room, and found Andrew’s tie up bag. I opened it up, and I saw the ropes neatly bundled. There was enough for all the girls. Plus there was a roll of duct tape, and a couple of handkerchiefs, both large and small.

I again closed it and put it on my back. I proceeded to my room and took my tie-up bag. Unlike my brother’s bag, the ropes were a tangled mess that would need time to straighten up. I opened my drawer and stashed a couple of handkerchiefs in my bag. I quickly closed it and carried it by my hands as Andrew’s bag was already at my back. I retuned to my sister’s room and dumped the bags on my sister’s bed.

“Thank you,” Andrew said as he picked up a length of rope and tossed it to Donald, and another length of rope which he tossed to David. He took another one and untangled it.

He looked at David and Donald, and nodded. The two nodded back.

This is it!!

My sister Betty, my cousin Maggie, and David’s sister Nancy were too busy teasing Angela that they did not notice the three boys approach them. Suddenly, Andrew grabbed my sister’s arms, pulled them behind her, and began tying rope around her wrists.

“Hey, what’s going on?” a clearly surprised Betty said. However, she did not struggle and allowed his brother to continue to tie her hands. The other girls were also surprised but they allowed themselves to be tied—Maggie by her brother Donald, and Nancy by her brother David.

“Well, guess what, girls,” Andrew said. “Today is your initiation! Now, we could stop this right now, but if you want to join our tie-up group, you would have to undergo this!”

“Does that mean that if we pass this, we could get you by just squirting you with water pistols?” Betty asked.

“Yes,” said Andrew. “So? You still want to go through with this?”

“Yes,” Betty said. “And Nancy and Maggie too, right?”

“Right,” the two other girls replied.

I was simply seated on the bed, looking at the sight.

Andrew deftly tied a very long piece of soft white cotton rope around my sister’s crossed wrists. He first tied one end to her left wrist, with a short trailing end (but long enough to go around her waist) then looped the long end around her wrists using the square lash with about three passes. He cinched it between her hands with the trailing end, knotting it after pulling it tight. Betty grunted, but my older brother ignored her as he wrapped the still long end around in the more usual conventional manner, first horizontally, then vertically. He then cinched it with the short trailing end. When he was finished, the long end was reduced to a length similar to the short trailing end. It was still long enough for both to be wrapped around her waist and hands once. He finished by cinching between her hands and her back, resulting in welding her wrists to her waist.

David tied Nancy’s hands behind her identically with that of my sister, while Maggie’s hands were tied more crudely. Donald simply wrapped rope vertically, then horizontally, around her crossed wrists, but cinching it every few turns and knotting it often, so that it was effective as those that used the square lash. He also tied it around her waist, also cinching it between her back and wrists.

While the three girls were being tied up, they talked to each other and had some banter.

“Ooh! I’m so excited! I’ve waited weeks for this!” Betty said, unable to hide her anticipation even as she grunted as the ropes tightened around her wrists. “I bet I can last longer than you and you’ll crack first!”

Nancy couldn’t let this pass. “Na uh! David has tied us up longer than you’ve ever been tied up! I’ve been tied up and gagged for two hours! Right David?” she boasted.

“Right, sister,” David replied as he continued tying her hands.

“I’ve been tied up longer than that,” my sister replied, although I don’t think I can recall up to that point where she was tied up longer than two hours like she boasted. “I like being tied up, you don’t even like it!”

“You two are nuts!” Maggie interjected. “Who boasts about being tied up?”

“Aw Maggie, you’re nuts too!” Betty said.

“Yeah,” Nancy replied. “You’re one of us too!”

Maggie could not reply to that. Even though she does not mind being bound and gagged, she was loathed to openly admit it like Betty and Nancy does.

“There! I know you know you can’t get out of that, but try to escape anyway,” Andrew said as he finished the last of his knots.

Betty experimentally tried to struggle, but after a few minutes, gave up. “That’s a good job, Andrew. I can’t get out,” she said.

“Me too,” said Maggie, who also joined in the struggling after Donald finished with her.

Nancy persisted longer, using every trick in the book. But she too, gave up. “I can’t get out,” she said.

“Good,” I said. “We wouldn’t want you to accidentally get free during the initiation, now would we?”

“I guess not,” said Betty. “Hey, aren’t you going to gag us?”

“Eager to be silent, eh, dear sister?” Andrew laughed. “But not yet. We have to settle a question.”

We all looked at him.

“All of us here would conduct the initiation. That includes Angela,” he began.

“But you can’t free her!” my sister protested. “We got her fair and square!”

“My dear sister, if I’m going to free her, you aren’t in a position to stop me,” he laughed. “But I won’t. We already talked about what we’ll do to you three, and I already know what Angela would do to you if she were free. I’ll do it instead, and Angela here could watch.”

Angela began to curse and shout through her gag, but the effectiveness of the gag was made evident when it barely made a squeak.

“Oh don’t complain Angie,” I said. “You too were tied up when Louise was initiated, remember?”

She just glared at us.

“Well, open your mouths,” David said as showed them a rolled up pair of handkerchiefs.

Maggie and Betty complied, but Nancy said, “Wait. Wait. Before you gag us, could you do me a favour?”

“What’s that?” David asked.

All of us turned our heads to Nancy.

“Tie Louise too!” she said.

“Me? But why? I haven’t done anything! I helped you tie up Angela!” Louise, who had been silent while we tied the three up, protested.

“You’re the only girl in this room not tied up,” Nancy replied. “It would be unfair to us!”

“Well, Angela, Betty, Maggie, would you like Louise to be tied up?” Donald asked.

Angela nodded, while Betty and Maggie said, “Yes. Tie her up!”

“Traitors,” Louise said. “But okay, you can tie me up. But I want to watch the initiation, okay?”

“Tom, Frank, go, tie Louise for me, okay?” Andrew said as he took two pieces of handkerchief, rolled it into a ball, and stuffed it into Betty’s open mouth.
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Re: Winter 1966-67 - Triple Initiation - Updated! Part 3!

Postby sarumansauron » Mon Nov 07, 2011 3:55 pm

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

Winter 1966-67 - Triple Initiation - Part IV

Postby Tom Ford » Thu Nov 10, 2011 7:31 am

Thanks to sarumansauron for the comments!!


Winter 1966-67

Triple Initiation

Part IV

Gagged!
(fff/f), (m+/f+)

Andrew gently prodded the wad of two handkerchiefs into my sister Betty’s mouth until her mouth closed over and the wad disappeared from view. He then took a larger handkerchief, tied a knot at its center, and presented it before Betty’s closed lips.

“Open wide, and bite this knot,” said Andrew.

Betty hesitated at first, but opened her mouth.

Andrew smiled and positioned the knot behind her teeth. “Bite on it,” he instructed.

Betty did as asked and bit on the knot. Andrew then went behind her and tied it tight behind her neck, careful to tie it under her long but ponytailed hair. My brother then took the roll of duct, tore off strip after strip and applied it over her mouth, fixing the gag in her mouth. Soon, her face from ear to ear, from nose to chin, was covered in gray. But he was not finished yet. He took another handkerchief, tied it over her mouth, covering the tape, and tied it tight behind her neck, then applied more tape over it at the front of her mouth, covering the handkerchief and once again, giving a look of shiny gray over the lower part of her face.

David applied an identical gag into his sister Nancy’s mouth. One large handkerchief was folded into a neat wad and put into her mouth. Next, he put a knot into the middle of another handkerchief, and pushed into her mouth until the knot was behind her teeth. It was tied tight behind her neck. Like what was done to Betty, he the applied generous amounts of duct tape over her mouth, and Nancy’s lower face was swathed with tape after he was done. He then also tied another folded band of handkerchief around her mouth, then taped it over again.

Clearly, it looked liked my brother taught David his new gagging technique.

But not Donald. His gag on Maggie was quite different. Sure, there was the usual ‘stuff Maggie’s mouth with cloth’ first, but he immediately after, asked her to close her lips. He immediately taped her lips shut, and applied multiple strips all over her face. Then, he took another large handkerchief, tied it around the back of her head so that her hair was covered. He then took the roll of duct tape, and proceeded to tightly wrap it around her head seven to eight times over her mouth.

While the three female initiates were being gagged, Frank and I were tying up Louise. We can’t decide who between us will have the privilege of tying up Louise, so we asked our victim.

“You want me to decide who between you will tie me up?” she said. Her hands were folded in front of her and she eyed at us with a sceptical look. She sighed and said, “I guess it wouldn’t do if I just refused to be tied up!”

“Nope,” I laughed. “Blame Nancy there for that!”

“I’m going to get her,” she whispered loudly. “Okay, Tom, you could tie me up!”

“No fair! I haven’t tied up anybody in a long time!” Frank whined, but we ignored him.

I was, of course, delighted. I grabbed a long piece of white soft rope, and Louise turned around and put her hands behind her.

I immediately tied up Louise’s wrists. I carefully tied up her crossed hands identically to that of Betty’s—a square lash with three passes, then cinched in the middle rather tightly, then used the remaining length horizontally then vertically then cinched again in between her hands and knotted off. The rope was long enough that there was enough to use to tie around her waist and wrists and to cinch it between her back and wrists.

“Not too tight?” I asked.

“Nope. Just the usual,” she replied. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Good,” I said as I turned her around to face me. I led her to the bed where there were several handkerchiefs scattered. Getting two, I folded it into a wad, and told her to open up.

“Do you really have to gag me? I mean I won’t scream,” she said.

“The other girls would complain if I didn’t,” I replied. “Besides, I’ll gag you anyway whether you like it or not.”

“You’re baaaad! But do you really need to stuff my mouth?” she asked.

“Yes,” I replied. “Now open up!” I rejoined.

“That’s too big! It won’t fit into my mouth! Get something smaller!” she replied back.

“You’ve been gagged with larger gags than this,” I said. “Besides, you have a bigger mouth than Betty, but this wad fits just right in her mouth!” replied.

“I do not have a big mouth! In fact, I hammmpphhh.”

I cut off her speech by stuffing the large wad into her mouth. She said a little mouthfuls, but as it was an incomprehensible mumble, I pretty much ignored it. In fact, she didn’t spit it out when I removed my hand from her mouth.

I got another handkerchief, tied a knot in its center, and positioned it in front of her. The wad was partially protruding from her lips. I prodded using my fingers until it was all behind her teeth, then it thrust the knot so that it too was behind her teeth, and tied the ends behind her back, snug but not tightly. That would come later.

Frank followed the lead of the other boys by putting strip after strip of tape on her mouth and the lower part of her face.

I then took another handkerchief, folded it into a band, and tied it above her taped mouth. But I did something different. I tucked the ends into the first handkerchief tied around her head on top, pulled it below, then tied it above the knot of the first handkerchief tied around her head. Then I taped the second handkerchief to the face so it disappeared from view if one is looking at it from the front.

Now this was the new part. I got another handkerchief, folded it into a triangle, and tied it around the head cowboy style. I then tucked it, just in front of the ears, into the two handkerchiefs already tied around her head, pulled it from below, then pulled it hard back. I then pulled it tied and knotted it above the two original knots of the two earlier handkerchiefs. That considerably tightened the first two handkerchiefs tied around her head. That had the effect of cinching her gag. And it registered when she grunted loudly.

I should know. Ever since I saw my brother used ‘the knotted handkerchief into mouth then cover with tape then another handkerchief over the taped mouth’ gag, I explored the possibilities of that type of gag. I discovered by using three handkerchiefs around the head, with the top one used to cinch and tighten the two gags under it, it was pretty much impossible to expel the wad inside the mouth. It was as efficient as tape around the head, and it was easier to apply, less messy and far easier to remove, and not wasteful of tape at all. It quickly became my favourite method for gagging somebody if I wanted him or her to stay gagged as long as possible.

“Gag too tight?” I asked.

She nodded.

“Well too bad,” I smiled.

“Nice gag!” Andrew said. “Next time, I’ll use that when I gag someone!”

I beamed at the complement.
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Re: Winter 1966-67 - Triple Initiation - Part 4 posted

Postby xtc » Thu Nov 10, 2011 9:22 am

Thank you for relief from some of the less entertaining aspects of the site. Since the demise of the "Tugstories" forum, there seems to be nowhere to post innocent and purely entertaining stories like this without the surrounding angst. Unless anyone knows different?
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Winter 1966-67 - Triple Initiation - Part 4 posted

Postby sarumansauron » Thu Nov 10, 2011 4:27 pm

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

Winter 1966-67 - Triple Initiation - Part V

Postby Tom Ford » Sun Nov 13, 2011 5:11 am

Again, to sarumansauron, thanks. To xtc, thanks. I agree to you on the demise of TUG Stories. Its sad. And no, I don’t know any other site. Other site are too specific, that only allows if certain elements were involved, like the site that caters to mother bondage, or the site that caters to girls tying up boys, or women tied up by kids, etc. Most of the others are fictional. And most them are pretty hard core, and adult.

It’s a good thing that Canuck’s site exist. A lot of the best tie up stories that I have read were posted on this site, and the old site of Canuck when it was still on dreambook. Anything, as long as it is innocent and true, is permitted in this section. And the current site has a fictional section, unlike the old one where only true ones were allowed. Anyway, it just goes without saying that without this site, I wouldn’t know where to post my stories.


Winter 1966-67

Triple Initiation

Part V

Walking Blind
(fff/f), (m+/f+)


My brother took center stage.

“Girls,” Andrew began, “this is the initiation. All you have to do is to endure what’ll happen next. Should you in any way, ask us or anybody else to untie you, or to quit for whatever reason, you’ll fail the initiation. Got it?”

Betty, Nancy, and Maggie nodded.

“Okay, first question. Who wants to give up? We’ll untie you right now and you can watch,” he began. “Betty?”

My sister shook her head.

“Maggie?”

My cousin shook hers.

“Nancy?”

Nancy shook her head vigorously.

“Good,” he said. “I’m glad you aren’t chickening out!”

He nodded to David, Donald, and me. I knew what that meant. I took a handkerchief, and blindfolded Betty without warning. Donald and David blindfolded their respective sisters.

“Want to go with us and see this?” Andrew asked Angela. “Betty won’t see you walk, so she won’t make a fuss!” he whispered, which was loud enough for me to hear, just barely, but I guess not to Betty.

Andrew untied Angela from the chair and untied her knees and ankles as soon as Betty was blindfolded. He helped her to stand up.

“Want me to untie your hands and ungag you?” he asked.

“Mmmpphhh,” she said, and nodded vigorously to emphasize the point.

Andrew laughed. “Sorry, I won’t do that! I only said that you’re free to watch. I didn’t say anything about totally freeing you!”

Angela was disappointed but took her lumps. She merely glared harshly at Andrew.

He turned to Louise. “Want to watch too?”

She nodded.

I helped her to stand up so she can follow us (her feet weren’t tied up in the first place).

Frank and David helped Betty to stand up (her feet too weren’t tied). I then took her by the arm and led her out of the room, with Andrew and David. Frank and Donald stayed behind to look after the bound, gagged, and blind Nancy and Maggie. Andrew reminded them not to tickle the bound girls while we’re gone. Angela and Louise, bound and gagged, but able to walk, followed us.

We helped Betty walk to the floor, all the while teasing her.

I teased her. “There’s a hole in front of you and I’m pushing you to it,” I said.

She visibly tensed at that but I pushed her forward, and she nearly stumbled from the nervousness.

We opened the front door, and made sure to make as much noise as we possibly can to let my sister know we were going outside.

It was still winter, so it was quite cold. In fact, it was freezing. Luckily, we were prepared. Andrew had earlier put thick coats on the coat racks that were large enough that you could put on a girl without needing to put their arms through it. Not only was it convenient to put someone bound wear it, it had the effect of hiding the arms and hands from onlookers. We put a thick coat on Betty, and a scarf around her neck and mouth which nicely concealed her gag, and a thick knit cap on her head. Andrew, David and I donned thick clothes for the trip outside.

“Look at all those people,” Andrew said loudly to scare Betty.

In reality, the street was almost deserted, and the people that were in the street didn’t mind us. Even if they did, they would not notice that she was bound and gagged because of the thick winter coats that we wore.

“They’re all staring at you, sister,” said David.

She stopped at her tracks.

“Want to quit, sister?” my brother whispered.

She shook her head, and walked tentatively forward, with me guiding her and making sure that nothing bad happens to her.

Angela and Louise, both bound and gagged, also halted at the door.

“Still want to join us?” Andrew asked.

Both girls nodded.

“Tom, wait for me,” he said as he went back to the house and put on thick coats on the two girls, plus scarves and caps to help fight the cold. The effect on how they looked was the same. You could not tell from a distance that they were tied up.

The two followed tentatively. The fact that my sister was blind slowed our progress and let them easily catch up with us.

We teased and mocked Betty all the way.

“Hey, there’s a hole in front of you,” I would repeatedly say, and walk her to where the supposed “hole” was. At first, she was really scared, but seemed to have caught on and became less scared. Sometimes, we told her that we were leaving her. Then I’d let go and all of us would move away from her, only a little. All the time, Betty would completely stop and just stand where she was, and try to shout or call us, which was ineffective to say the least. We’d repeatedly let her think that she was alone—from as short as thirty seconds, to as long as five minutes.

Each time, we would ask afterwards, “had enough? Want to quit?”

Every time, she shook her head. She sure was a tough girl!

Several times, we spun her around so she could not know where we were. We just walked her towards our destination—David’s house. A trip that normally took ten minutes by foot became thirty minutes because of our antics. All the while, Angela and Louise walked around and watched the proceedings.

We finally reached David’s house. When we entered, we removed all our thick clothes and put it on the coat rack, including the coats that Betty, Angela, and Louise were wearing.

We marched her straight to David’s room. When we reached it, we sat her on his bed. David tied her legs and knees (above the hem of her dress) and leashed her ankles to the leg of the bed.

“Don’t try to jump or you’ll fall over,” Andrew warned, and Betty nodded at that.

Louise and Angela just stood besides the bed, watching Betty and giggling among themselves, even while gagged.

We were surprised when the door opened and David and Nancy’s younger sister, Cathy (7) entered.

“I thought you were going to the dentist?” asked David.

“It was postponed,” said Cathy. Indeed, she was still dressed up for her dental appointment—she was wearing a blue dress with frills, with its skirt reaching to just below the knees, and thick black tights or leggings hugging her legs, testifying to the very cold weather, and black mary jane shoes. There was a matching blue bow on her head.

“Where’s Mom?” David inquired.

“Downstairs. In the kitchen,” Cathy said. “Ooh! Is that the initiation? I thought it’s Maggie and Nancy who’s supposed to be with Betty.”

David then gave a long winded explanation on why Angela and Louise were tied up. Cathy seemed to accept that, even though she still doesn’t get all of it.

“Well, we better go and get Maggie and Nancy,” Andrew interrupted. “Well, Tom, could you stay here and watch your sister while we get the others?”

“Sure,” I said. “How about Louise and Angela?”

“Do you want to join us in getting the other two?” my brother asked.

Angela nodded, while Louise shook her head.

“Okay. Tie Louise’s feet and put her besides Betty,” my brother instructed.

I nodded before Andrew and David with the bound Angela left to get the remaining two initiates. I was now alone with Betty (who was bound hand and foot, gagged tightly, and blindfolded), Louise, (who was also tightly gagged and with her hands tied behind her back), and Cathy (who was free and looking at the bonds of Betty and Louise).
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Re: Winter 1966-67 - Triple Initiation - Part V

Postby xtc » Sun Nov 13, 2011 7:33 am

[quote="Tom Ford"]Again, to sarumansauron, thanks. To xtc, thanks. I agree to you on the demise of TUG Stories. Its sad. And no, I don’t know any other site. Other site are too specific, that only allows if certain elements were involved, like the site that caters to mother bondage, or the site that caters to girls tying up boys, or women tied up by kids, etc. Most of the others are fictional. And most them are pretty hard core, and adult.
It’s a good thing that Canuck’s site exist. A lot of the best tie up stories that I have read were posted on this site, and the old site of Canuck when it was still on dreambook. Anything, as long as it is innocent and true, is permitted in this section. And the current site has a fictional section, unlike the old one where only true ones were allowed. Anyway, it just goes without saying that without this site, I wouldn’t know where to post my stories.

quote]
Thanks for the reply, Tom. If you don't know, I doubt that anyone else will.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Winter 1966-67 - Triple Initiation - Part V updated

Postby sarumansauron » Mon Nov 14, 2011 3:50 pm

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

Winter 1966-67 - Triple Initiation - Part VI

Postby Tom Ford » Wed Nov 16, 2011 5:34 am

Its time for the next instalment for this story!

Thanks to all my readers! And once again, thanks to sarumansauron and xtc for your kind comments.

Hope you enjoyed this part!!

Winter 1966-67

Triple Initiation

Part VI

Cathy Joins the Fun
(F/f)


Cathy being here instead of being in the dentist’s seemed to upend whatever plans we had. Originally, David would be left here to watch Betty while Andrew and I (and assuming Angela comes with us) would go back and fetch Maggie and then Nancy. But David decided to come to my home and get Maggie and Nancy, and left me with Cathy.

I had no idea why David changed his mind on the matter, but I didn’t object too much. In fact, though I’d miss the blindfolded walk of the two girls (Maggie and Nancy), I would be able to watch Betty and Louise. So it wasn’t that much of a loss for me.

So they left, leaving me to be babysitter for two bound and gagged girls, and one blindfolded captive. You would think that I would have peace, but it turned out that it was not to be.

I immediately set about the business of binding Louise’s feet. Luckily, my classmate had already taken her place besides my sister after she heard my brother tell me to tie Louise at my sister’s side. She quickly put her feet together in a gesture of cooperation that I was grateful for. I quickly tied her ankles, then just below her knees, and above (above the hem of her dress). I stepped back and looked at them, and Louise looked at me with wide eyes. She was happy I can tell.

A few minutes after they left, Cathy, who was quietly looking at the bound girls, sat on the remaining space besides Louise and put her hands behind her and her feet together. She looked at me expectantly, and when I did not do anything, said, “Well?”

“Um, well what?” I replied.

“Aren’t you going to tie me up?” she replied as if it was the most obvious thing.

“Why do you want to be tied up?” I asked.

“Well, they’re all having fun! I want in on the fun too!” she complained.

If she was old enough, this would be a non issue. But our Mom’s punishment for our disobedience on the matter just a short few weeks ago was still fresh in my mind. “Okay. But I can’t tie you up! You know about the nine-year-rule and all. I don’t want to be in trouble again!” I said.

She jumped out of the bed and went directly to me. “P-p-p-please! You’ve got to tie me up!” she pleaded. “Nancy would tease me if she was tied up and I wasn’t!”

I was sorely tempted, but I knew I had to draw the line. “No.”

“But David ties me up, and I’m also seven years old too when he ties me up,” she said, drawing on that wonderful logic seven-year-olds sometimes have.

“But he won’t get in trouble for it. I would,” I replied.

She pouted. “If you don’t tie me up, nobody gets to be tied up!” she declared and went to Betty and started picking her knots.

Boy was she beginning to become such a brat! I immediately grabbed her and pulled her from Betty. “Stop that!”

“If I’m tied up, then I can’t do that,” she said as she stopped struggling in my grasp.

I refuse to take the bait. “Just wait for David. He’ll return soon and he can tie you up!”

“But I wanna be tied up right now!” she whined.

“I’m sorry, but you’ll just have to wait,” I said.

Suddenly, she brightened. “I have an idea,” she said as she struggled out of my grasp. I let her go and she immediately went out of the room.

I had no idea where she went or what she’s up to, but in my opinion, David couldn’t return soon enough to deal with his spoiled sister.

Cathy returned a minute later with her mother.

Mrs. Scott’s eyes grew wide upon seeing Betty and Louise tied up and gagged, but before she could say anything, her daughter spoke.

“See Mom! They’re all tied up! I want to be tied up too!” she said.

Mrs. Scott by this time was no stranger to our tie-up games as was indicated by my earlier stories. David has tied them up lots of times, whenever he wanted to. David has told me that Mr. and Mrs. Scott did not mind seeing their two daughters tied up as it had the effect of making them more behaved. It seems that they wanted to be tied up so much that they would even be less naughty and act like their parents wanted them to, just so they can be bound. And there was the added bonus that if they still misbehaved, they could be tied up to get rid of their misbehaviour, and not have a guilty conscience, as they all knew that they enjoyed it. Overall, it improved their behaviour, and most of the time, they only create mischief just to get themselves tied up.

“Couldn’t you get David for this?” she said. “I’m busy you know!”

“He’s not here,” she said.

“Tom? Do you know where David is?” Mrs. Scott asked.

“He and my brother are going to get Nancy and Maggie,” I replied.

That prompted more questioning from Mrs. Scott, and I ended having to tell her about the entire initiation.

“Are you okay, Betty?” she asked.

Betty, who was blindfolded and unable to see a thing, but heard everything, nodded.

“Do you want to be untied?”

My sister vehemently shook her head.

“How about you, Louise? Do you want to be untied?”

Despite the fact that she was an unwilling victim this time around, she shook her head.

“Are you having fun?” she asked.

Both bound girls nodded. Laughter and giggles can be heard despite their packed mouths.

“Well I guess I’ll leave you like that,” Mrs. Scott said.

“See Mom? They’re having fun!” Cathy said. “I want to join them! Please!”

“Okay, I’ll tie you up, but only if you help wash the dishes after dinner tonight,” Mrs. Scott replied.

“Yes! Yes,” Cathy eagerly replied. She immediately got David’s tie up stash hidden under his bed and presented it to her mother.

She then turned her back and presented her arms behind her. “Oh Mom, I want it to be real! I don’t want it to be a pretend tie up that I can easily escape,” she said.

“Couldn’t you tie her up?” Mrs. Scott asked me.

I explained to her the nine-year-old rule.

“Well then I better tie her up myself to keep you out of trouble,” she said as she selected a piece of rope.

I watched her tie up her daughter’s hands. Now, I later learned that this wasn’t the first time Mrs. Scott tied them up. It started because David wasn’t always available to tie up his sisters. David had taught Nancy how to tie up someone properly, but that only meant that Cathy got the lion’s share of being captive. That didn’t satisfy Nancy, who also wanted to be tied up. So she recruited her mother to tie her up. At first, Mrs. Scott wasn’t that enamoured about it. Permitting her children to tie each other up was one thing, but doing it herself was another. Nancy won her over by extreme pleading and promises to do more chores, do better at school, go to bed on time, the usual things. Mrs. Scott then begged off by saying she doesn’t know how to tie someone (which was simply an excuse, I later learned, as she knew how to tie knots, and played tie up games when she was a child), but Nancy said that she’ll teach her. And using Cathy as a model, Nancy related the things David taught her about tying up people and gagging them. And Mrs. Scott relented and tied up Nancy. Now she’s tying up Cathy.

Cathy’s mother tied the rope horizontally, the vertically around her daughter’s crossed wrists, before cinching it tight in the middle between her daughter’s hands. It was a typical ropework that we usually use. The rope she selected was long, but she wrapped it around her waist and arms and cinched it between her arms and body, so as a result, it pinned her wrists to her body.
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Re: Winter 1966-67 - Triple Initiation - posted part 6

Postby viking » Wed Nov 16, 2011 3:06 pm

“Okay, I’ll tie you up, but only if you help wash the dishes after dinner tonight”
that made me laugh... a lot.

great continuation Tom, just great :D
Once a scout, always a perverted pyromaniac with a fetish for knives and duct tape

Re: Winter 1966-67 - Triple Initiation - posted part 6

Postby sarumansauron » Wed Nov 16, 2011 3:38 pm

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

Winter 1966-67 - Triple Initiation - Part VII

Postby Tom Ford » Sat Nov 19, 2011 7:21 am

To Viking, I’m glad you found that funny! Thanks for reading.

To sarumansauron, thanks for the comments!!!

Winter 1966-67

Triple Initiation

Part VII

A Fun Predicament
(F/f), (m+/f+)


“There! Satisfied?” Mrs. Scott asked.

“Gag me too!” Cathy said.

“How’d you like to be gagged?” he mother asked.

“Like Betty and Louise,” Cathy replied.

Mrs. Scott looked at the gags of the two girls, and then looked at me. “How did you gag those two?” she asked.

I gave a brief description of the gag I gave them.

“Do you really want to be gagged?” her mother asked one last time.

“Yes mom!” she happily replied.

“It’s your funeral!” she said while shaking her head. She withdrew from the pocket of her dress a small handkerchief and folded it into a tight wad. “I guess this will do. Open up!”

Cathy opened her mouth wide and her mother slowly and methodically inserted the wad. She was careful not to choke her daughter. “Are you okay?” she asked as soon as everything was in.

Her daughter nodded rather forcefully.

Mrs. Scott then took the roll of duct tape from the bottom of the David’s bed. “Now, close your lips over it,” she said.

Maggie obeyed and her mother applied strip after strip of tape on her mouth. I counted about six strips, and I doubt that Maggie will be able to remove the gag on her own.

“Happy?” Mrs. Scott asked.

She nodded. I looked at her eyes. She really was happy tied up and gagged. She then went and sat on the bed besides Louise, and forcefully tapped her feet together.

“You want me to tie your feet too?” Mrs. Scott asked.

She nodded.

“Kids these days,” she loudly whispered as she gathered more rope and tied her ankles.

“There. Tom, you watch these girls, okay? If there’s anything wrong, you untie them immediately, okay? Don’t leave them tied up too long.”

I nodded. I don’t need to be told twice to play carefully. I only need to remember my left arm injury just a few weeks before to be reminded of the perils of playing too roughly.

She left us, and I was left guarding three girls, only one of whom was actually an initiate this day. Oh how fate gave us every girl a captive—Betty, Maggie, Nancy—for the initiates, plus Angela, Louise, and Cathy, who for one reason or the other ended up my captive.

It’s time to wait for the arrival of the others. I stared at the bound girls while sitting by the window. Louise and Cathy seemed trying their best to irritate each other by rubbing their hair against the other’s face. Their giggling was quite audible despite their gags.

I was wondering what time our next captive would arrive when I spotted them walking towards the house from the window. The room was on the second floor, and the window was on the front part of the house, and there was clear view of the road from my house to David’s house on the window. On the white snow strewn road, I can see four figures, two boys and two girls. I swear that the way we put on the coat over the girls would hide from passerbys the fact that they were bound. If I did not already know that they were bound, I would never have guessed that they were so based on how they looked. And in the winter cold, the way the scarf was wound around their faces hid the gags pretty effectively. “Hey, they’re here! Look!”
Cathy looked at me, and struggled and hopped out of the bed. She quickly, despite behind bound at the ankles, hopped towards where I was.

“Wfffff?” she mumbled. I translated that as where?

I pointed to the approaching figures. Based on the built and height—they were too far away for me to identify their faces, and they were wearing scarves and hats that obscured their faces, I guessed that the boys were Andrew and David. I know that one of the girls was Angela based on the red hair that could be seen clearly from the room where I was, and the blond hair and the short stature of the other girl meant that it was Nancy. Maggie was nearly as tall as Angela, and the blond bound girl was shorter than Angela, I could see.

Its Nancy, Andrew, and David,” I said.

Cathy became excited, which was very evident despite the fact that she was bound and gagged. I looked at the knots binding her and I was surprised at the competent knot work of Mrs. Scott. She stared at the window as the four approached the house. Finally, when they arrived and entered the house, Cathy quickly hopped and hid behind the door. I could hear her giggles, and clearly trying to surprise the others.

A few minutes later, the door opened, and Andrew, David entered, with, Nancy and Angela. Both Nancy and Angela were bound and gagged as I last saw them. Nancy had a blindfold on her eyes—it was clear that she walked the entire route from my house to here blind, while Angela could see. David and Andrew each were holding one arm to make sure Nancy walked right and had no accident.

Louise made a gasp, while Betty grunted as she heard them enter.

“What took you so long?” I asked.

Before any of them could answer, Cathy suddenly hopped from behind the door—none of them had bothered to look behind them—and utterly surprised all of us.

“Cathy? Cathy! Holy! Tom, why did you? I mean—” Andrew stammered.

Cathy hopped towards the blindfolded Nancy, and began taunting her. Of course, it came out only as mmmpphssss, but the tone and the look in Cathy’s eyes showed that she believed she had one upped her sister.

Nancy could only grunt, blind and mute as she was.

“No I didn’t,” I laughed, and told them what had happened.

“Well, Cathy, you’re not ready to join us,” David began, “but if you want to be tied up, well, I won’t stop you.”

“How about Maggie? Aren’t you going to go back and fetch her?” I asked.

“No,” Andrew replied. “I’ll call and tell them that they can go now.”

“So Frank and Donald will guide Maggie?” I asked.

“Yes,” said Andrew.

“David, I’d—where’s David?” I asked as I looked at the room and saw no sign of him.

“He went downstairs to call Donald and Frank,” Andrew replied as he guided Nancy to the bed where he made her sit. He picked up two pieces of rope and tied her ankles and her knees, above the dress.

“So what do we do now?” I asked as I watched.

“Well, I was thinking, we could go ahead,” my brother asked. “You okay with that, Angela?”

Angela, who although bound and gagged, had her feet free and was listening to our discussion, nodded.

Andrew pointed at Betty.

Angela nodded.

“Let’s wait for David, then we’ll really have fun!” my older brother laughed.

At that moment, David returned. “They’re on their way!” he said, referring to Frank, Donald and our bound captive, my cousin Maggie.

“Shall we?” my brother said, smiling, and with his open hand pointing at the two bound and blindfolded girls. Louise and Angela knew what that meant, but the initiates did not.
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Re: Winter 1966-67 - Triple Initiation - part 7 posted!

Postby xtc » Sat Nov 19, 2011 8:27 am

Well writen as usual. Your style is very engaging and I always seem to want to know what happened next.
Thank you.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Winter 1966-67 - Triple Initiation - part 7 posted!

Postby sarumansauron » Mon Nov 21, 2011 2:50 pm

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

Winter 1966-67 - Triple Initiation - Part VIII

Postby Tom Ford » Tue Nov 22, 2011 7:13 am

To xtc, and sarumansauron, thanks again for your comments. They are much appreciated!!!

Winter 1966-67

Triple Initiation

Part VIII

Tickle Revenge
(m+/f+)


“Betty, Nancy, would you like to free Angela?” my brother asked the two bound, blindfolded, gagged girls who were sitting on the bed.

Both girls immediately shook their heads.

Andrew and I looked at Angela.

“Sorry, Ang,” my brother laughed.

“Nancy, since you were the one who got Louise tied up,” I asked, “would you like to free her?”

Nancy made a grunt, shaking her head.

“Well, Louise, looks like you’ll remain tied up till this is over!” I said, patting her head, which only annoyed her.

“Both of you, do you still want to continue?” David asked Betty and Nancy.

Both of them nodded their heads. Now we could proceed.

I quickly went besides Betty and untied the ropes on her legs. When she can walk, I helped her stand up and walked her, still blindfolded, to the door.

As we exited David’s room, I had an idea. I went back while Andrew guided our sister, and grabbed Angela by the arm. When I was sure that Betty was out of earshot, I whispered, “Want to tickle my sister?”

Angela’s eyes widened at the suggestion, and she quickly nodded.

“I’ll untie your hands, then you can tickle her, but I’ll have to tie it up again after you tickled her, because Betty won’t know it was you,” I said. “But the gag remains, okay? That’s because you have to keep quiet and make absolutely sure that Betty won’t know it was you who tickled her.”

She nodded.

I immediately began to free her. Which was difficult because of the amount of tape wrapped around her upper body. With her help, (she spun around to help in unwinding the tape), I removed the tape, and untied her hands and wrists. It took too much time because of the sheer length of rope used on her, but I managed. She instinctively tried to remove her gag, but I stopped her.

She looked pleadingly at me, but I didn’t budge. Then, she and I walked towards Maggie’s room.

When we entered, Andrew and David were tickling Betty on Nancy’s bed. They were surprised to see Angela free, but didn’t say a word as she went and took over the tickling. Louise, and Cathy, bound and gagged but with their feet free, were watching the show.

“Ha, now its’ my turn,” I loudly said as Angela assaulted her. The others quickly caught on to what I was doing and egged it on.

“Go Tom! Tickle her! Make her laugh!” Andrew shouted.

Angela tickled my sister nonstop for five minutes, then stopped.

When it was over, Betty was lying on her back. Her feet had been retied at the ankles, and at the knees, above the hem of the dress (which was probably a good thing or it would have ridden up during the tickling) before she was tickled. She was breathing hard. We can see it by the rise and fall of her tummy, incredibly strained against the waist rope so tightly cinched. She was sweaty, as indicated by the blindfold. It wasn’t helped by the warm temperature in David’s house.

After that, Andrew and David stood Betty up, and instead of untying her feet, they hopped her blindfolded out of the room and back to David’s room.

I had carried to the room the rope that was used on Angela. I pulled Angela’s hands behind her again. She gave no resistance as I wrapped the rope both ways around her crossed wrists. At first, I was tempted to improve on my sister’s knots, but decided against it as it would give away our game. Instead, I wrapped it horizontally, then vertically, rather crudely, then cinched it in the middle. After all, when Andrew and I taught Betty how to tie someone, we repeatedly came back to cinching, and Betty seemed to remember that when she tied up Angela. I then rather sloppily tied the remainder of the long rope around her waist, and when I knotted it off, I didn’t exactly pin her hands to her waist, rather it prevented her from looping her hands under her and bringing it front.

After that, I immediately ran to David’s room. On the way, I encountered David and Andrew walking a blindfolded Nancy towards her room for her tickle torture, and entered David’s room. I saw Betty lying on the bed, on her back, fidgeting her arms. She was still blindfolded.

“Betty, are you okay?” I asked.

She turned her head to where she heard my voice, and nodded her head.

“Want to be untied?” I asked.

She shook her head.

I quickly took the roll of duct tape on the bed, and went back to Nancy’s room. Andrew was already tickling Nancy, and I could see David untying Louise’s hands. I quickly took Angela by her bound arm, and pulled her, rather unwillingly, outside. There, to her dismay, I taped her arms to her body from waist to shoulder, they way Betty did.

“Sorry Angie,” I said, “but we can’t let Betty know you tickled her, right?”

She hung her head in defeat.

“Want to watch the tickle torture?” I asked.

She nodded as her eyes brightened.

We both walked back to Nancy’s room. Nancy was on her bed, her feet retied, being tickled relentlessly by Louise, who was still gagged but her arms were free.

Obviously, Louise wanted a bit revenge on the girl who suggested she be tied up because she’s the only girl who was free.

Louise was, as in all things, less extreme in this regard than her friend Angela. Her tickling was less intense, and she would pause for a couple of seconds whereas Angela’s tickling was relentless and continuous. And it only lasted about three minutes approximately. And when I looked at her, she was less dishevelled and her breathing less hard than Betty. She was sweating, but not as much as my sister.

She was soon hopped out, still blindfolded, by Andrew and David, while I did the task of retying Louise. I retied her identically—her hands crossed behind her back, square lash with three passes, cinched, then wrapped horizontally then vertically, cinched, then the remaining rope wrapped around the hands and her waist, then cinched between her hands and body, pinning her wrists to her waist.

Now that Betty and Nancy have been tickle tortured, it was Maggie’s turn. She was still being escorted, bound and blindfolded, towards David’s house, but I would not have long to wait. Having not tickled my sister and Nancy, Maggie would suffer from my tickling fingers.
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Re: Winter 1966-67 - Triple Initiation - Part 8 updated!

Postby sarumansauron » Wed Nov 23, 2011 4:29 pm

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

Winter 1966-67 - Triple Initiation - Part IX

Postby Tom Ford » Fri Nov 25, 2011 7:28 am

Again, thank you, sarumansauron for the comments!!!

Winter 1966-67

Triple Initiation

Part IX

Maggie’s Turn
(m+/f+)


I went back to David’s room to wait for Maggie’s arrival, followed by the bound and gagged Angela, Cathy, and Louise. I didn’t ask them to follow me, rather, they followed on their own volition. It was interesting to listen to the three girls chatter among themselves while gagged. It seemed to me that the fact that they could not understand each other was no obstacle. It consisted of “mmpphhhss”, “nngghhhs”, “hhmmms” and such grunts. They pretended that the other two understood what they were saying and made a “conversation” based on that.

When we arrived at David’s room, Betty and Nancy were back on the bed, their ankles and knees (above the hem of their dresses) tied. What was new was that they were seated, leaning against each other’s back, and secured to each other by rope tied around their arms, their wrists, and long ropes tying them to each other at the waist and the shoulders. They were still blindfolded and their gags remained in place, although they were gagged up so long that the wad inside their mouths and the knot inserted behind their teeth were thoroughly drenched, and a little drool could be seen seeping from the tape, which, I had observed, had detached from the parts around the mouth. (Well, I didn’t actually observe all of it at that time. Mostly, it was from experience having been gagged with that type of gag for that long). Luckily, enough handkerchiefs were used to encircle the mouth that it absorbed all the saliva that managed to get through.

“Are you two okay?” I asked.

Both girls nodded.

“Want to give up?” I asked.

Both girls shook their heads.

“Want to free Louise and Angela?”

Again, both shook their heads.

I laughed as I looked at the disappointed looks on the two girls’ faces.

I joined Andrew and David, who were sitting on the floor and playing with David’s toys. I sure hope that Maggie’s trip will go according to plan.

Finally, after a further ten minutes, Frank and Donald arrived with a bound, gagged, and blindfolded Maggie. We immediately shuffled her to Nancy’s room for the tickling after just a few minutes, just to let them catch their breath, in David’s room. Once again, Cathy, Angela, and Louise followed to enjoy the show.

We put Maggie in a sitting position in Nancy’s bed, and tied her legs.

I was the one who tied her legs. First, I tied her ankles side by side with white rope. Like always, it was tightly cinched in between. Next, I tied her knees. Like all the other girls, she was wearing a skirt, and one that reached the knees. I tied it above the dress because I didn’t want it to ride up during the tickling and be accused of being peeping Toms if someone (namely Mrs. Scott) manages to drop in on us while we were doing the tickling. And there was the fact that Louise, Cathy, and Angela were watching. Plus, Donald was protective of his sister, as I was with Betty and David with his sisters.

“Are you okay, Maggie?” Donald asked her sister.

“Mmmmphhh,” she said, before nodding.

“Good. Want to give up?” Andrew asked.

“Nnnnpph!” she shook her head.

“Want to continue, huh?” I asked.

“Yyymmph,” she nodded.

We all simultaneously tickled her. The effect was immediate. She at first recoiled from shock, then tried to resist, then gave in. Her faint giggles can be palpably heard, but it was really loud laugh suppressed by the heavy gag. With six hands simultaneously tickling her (Frank, Donald and mine, with Andrew and David watching) we tickled every part of her body permitted by her clothing. The most tickled parts were the armpits and the stomach and sometimes the neck.

When we finished, after a mere two minutes, evidence of intense tickling was everywhere on our victim. She was dishevelled. She was breathing heavily, as evidenced by the rising and falling of her stomach, which was further strained by her tightly cinched waist rope. The blindfold was wet with sweat, and parts of her dress had patches of sweat. We had tickled her hard, intensely, but only briefly.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Mmmmphhh,” she said, before nodding.

“Good,” Frank said as we helped her into a standing position, and hopped her back into David’s room. There, we secured her to the chair besides David’s study table, tying her waist and shoulders to the back of the chair, and her lap to the seat of the chair.

After that, we didn’t know what to do. The initiation was essentially over, yet no one among us wanted to untie the girls. Without telling them that they passed it, we asked them again if they wanted to be freed.

Predictably, the three bound girls shook their heads.

We asked them if they wanted to free their captives.

Again, they shook their heads.

Well, too bad for Angela and Louise. David asked Cathy if she likes to be untied. She shook her head too.

They, the three initiates, were now tied up continuously for one and a half hours, not normally too long, but considering the fact that they were blindfolded from the start, and they have walked blindfolded from my house to David’s, and were intensely tickled, perhaps too long. But this was, after all, an initiation, so it was only fitting. Angela, and Louise were tied up just as long, but they can see, and they can walk, and both were untied briefly so they can tickle their captors, so was not too bad for them.

We were saved by our predicament by David’s mother, Mrs. Scott. She surprised as all when she entered the room.

“Are you finished playing?” she asked.

“No Mom,” David replied.

“Are you girls okay?” she asked.

All of them nodded.

“Want to be untied?” she asked.

The girls, still thinking this a part of the test, shook their heads.

“Well, I have prepared an afternoon snack for you all,” she said. “I want all of you in the dining room, okay?” She left downstairs with an unspoken order. Free them all.

However, we had not the slightest intention of doing so.
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Re: Winter 1966-67 - Triple Initiation - posted part 9

Postby xtc » Fri Nov 25, 2011 10:27 am

"It was interesting to listen to the three girls chatter among themselves while gagged. It seemed to me that the fact that they could not understand each other was no obstacle."

What a superb recounting!

Thank you.
Xtc
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but little speedos rule!

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Re: Winter 1966-67 - Triple Initiation - posted part 9

Postby xtc » Fri Nov 25, 2011 10:40 am

Very good chapter: beware tenses!
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Winter 1966-67 - Triple Initiation - posted part 9

Postby rash357 » Fri Nov 25, 2011 11:09 am

great continuation! epic story!

Re: Winter 1966-67 - Triple Initiation - posted part 9

Postby sarumansauron » Fri Nov 25, 2011 3:28 pm

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

Winter 1966-67 - Triple Initiation - Part X

Postby Tom Ford » Mon Nov 28, 2011 6:46 am

Thank you, sarumansauron, and rash357 for you comments.

To xtc, thanks. And yes, tenses are my main weakness. Had that since I started writing stories. I do my best to spot errors, but sometimes, things slip in.


Winter 1966-67

Triple Initiation

Part X

Snack Time
(m+/f+)


The five of us, Andrew, David, Frank, Donald, and me, discussed what to do with the girls. Donald wanted to declare the initiation over, free the girls, and eat. Frank suggested that we leave the girls tied up, eat, and then only free them. David vetoed that idea, saying that his mother would not like that. I suggested freeing only Louise, Cathy, and Angela, and leave our three new members tied up while we eat. That was vetoed too by David. Andrew suggested that we free their feet and remove their gags, tie them to the chairs in the dining room, and feed them. We all liked the idea.

We first untied the feet of Betty, Maggie, and Nancy, then removed their blindfolds. They blinked their eyes as it adjusted to being able to see again. Then, we removed their gags.

“Finally! It’s about time!” was Betty’s first words.

“Why? Want to be untied?” I asked.

“No. That was the most fun I had since, well, ever!” she shrieked. The tone of her voice told me that she was not just telling us that to placate us, rather, it was sincere. “I just don’t like the blindfold and tickling, but other than, it was fun! Especially walking outside! Those things you told me like the hole in the ground and the people watching weren’t true, right?”

Andrew and I did not answer. My brother and I just smiled, answering her question that way.

Frank and David removed the gags of Angela, Louise and Cathy, then untied their feet. Angela was complacent because unknown to the three initiates, she already had her revenge on the others for tying her up. Cathy had a look of disappointment, which, I later learned, was because she thought that she would be untied because it looked liked it was over. Louise, despite her ordeals, retained her sweet look that even a heavy gag can’t remove.

“Now, can you please let us go, girls?” Angela asked her captors, specifically my sister Betty.

“No way!” Betty said. “As long as we’re tied up, you’ll remain tied up too! Hey, you shouldn’t have removed her gag! We were the only one who had the right to untie and ungag you!”

“Look,” Andrew interjected before tempers rose, “we are going downstairs to the dining room, tie you to the chairs of the kitchen, and feed you snacks Mrs. Scott has prepared. If anybody doesn’t like that, well, you’re welcome to remain here, but you’ll be regagged, and you’d be blindfolded too!”

“That’s okay brother,” Betty said. “It’s okay with me that you removed Angie’s gag!”

Angela merely stuck out her tongue at my sister, who stuck out her tongue in return.

David interjected. “I know you’ve been tied up a long time now, so do you want to be untied, I mean all of you, and we can end this whole thing now?”

Nancy answered his brother. “No way David! This is so much fun! I want to remain tied up while eating! I bet Betty and Maggie and Angela are too chicken and would cry to be untied!”

That elicited a “No way!” chorus from the aforementioned girls.

“I’m gonna be tied up during the snack, and after the snack, I’m going to ask to be gagged! How’s that for chicken!” Betty replied.

“Me too!” Maggie replied instinctively, “what Betty said!”

“Well, I don’t want to be left out!” Cathy added. “I want to be fed while tied up and gagged afterwards!”

“Well you’re all nuts!” Angela cried out. “I have been tied up and gagged longer and more times than any of you girls, and I can last longer than you, I bet!”

And so just like that, the girls made the decision for us to remain tied up after the snack, and gagged too.

We could not have planned this thing any better. We all thought that they would want to be untied after the initiation. Turns out that pride and competition among the girls made them want to be tied up even longer just to prove a point, and I later learned that individually, they would have gladly let themselves be untied at that point. Well, for Betty, Nancy, Angela at least. The other three girls simply felt they had to go along with the others for solidarity’s sake, although they didn’t mind more tie-up time at all.

“Well, if that is what you like settled,” said Andrew, “then it’s settled. What are we waiting for? I’m famished!”

That led to a scramble towards the dining room. David, Frank, and Donald literally ran downstairs, while the girls, who would normally run, walked as fast as being bound could have permitted. Andrew and I were last, forming the rear guard of this confusing column of hungry kids, carrying a bunch of rope to be used in securing the girls to the chairs at the dining table.

At the dining room, David, since it was his house, arranged the seating on the long table. Since David does not have a large a family as ours, there were not enough chairs for each of the kids. Fortunately, the snack prepared by Mrs. Scott consisted of sandwiches, so we did not need a plate to eat it. David, assisted by Frank and Donald, gathered as many stools and small chairs that he can get, and managed to squeeze them in between the big wooden chairs used for dining. All the girls were given the large heavy wooden chairs, while us boys would have to do with the stools.

Andrew and I began to tie the girls to the chairs. Since we were eager to eat, we did it rather clumsily and shoddily. We simply used the required minimum to prevent them from just standing up and walking away. We did not bother to tie their feet. Mostly, we simply tied a waist rope around their waist and the chair back. As their hands were already tied behind them, it was enough to keep them pinned to the chairs while we ate.

As mentioned, we had sandwiches for snacks, which was fortunate, as it was easier to feed someone with it than a soup, for example. Mrs. Scott had prepared orange juice for all of us. When she saw the girls, she got some straws from one of the kitchen cabinets and put it on the drinks that would be for the girls. That way, they could easily drink while bound.
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