Postby bethbound » Mon Aug 21, 2017 2:25 pm
We weren't given the chance to dwell, or to consider our options, Jane and I were tugged and led straight over to one of the trees beside the hut. Here the two boys threw the trailing end of our ropes up and over a branch about two metres above head height, both mine and Jane's ropes were tossed over the same branch. The boys then pulled each rope tight, forcing us to stand straight with our arms held above us, the two ropes were held taught by a looped metal tent peg, one peg for both ropes, that two of the kids hammered into the ground next to the tree. Putting both ropes on the same peg meant Jane and I were forced together, we had no choice but to stand either back to back or chest to chest, either way we stood we couldn't help but be touching. One of the girls wandered over. "Okay." She was smiling, clearly happy with having the two of us tied up. "You girls stay put, we're all off to find some more baddies from field seven." And off she went, along with all the other kids, out of the field leaving Jane and I alone and tied up.
Of course we tried to escape, spinning around each other and attempting to grab and tug at the ropes. As embarrassing as it was we even spent a quarter hour trying to loosen the gags with our teeth, first pulling at the knots behind each other's head, then virtually kissing as we attempted to prise the gag out of the others mouth. All of it was fruitless though, neither the knotted ropes or the gags could be loosened.
It must've been close to an hour before the kids reappeared, by that time Jane and I had given up escaping, and by some silent mutual agreement had resigned ourselves to being prisoners. We were stood back to back, since having our breasts and bikini clad bodies pushed together by the ropes for any length of time had proved uncomfortable. The kids weren't alone, three of them were pulling a metal framed cart, the kind with a wooden planked floor and sides, that they'd retrieved from who knows what corner of the site. Laying on the cart, squirming, was a young twenty something girl. She was large in a curvy sense, with straight black hair falling to below her shoulders. Looked like she was dressed in a black rock band t-shirt and blue jeans. She wasn't part of my group, but she did look vaguely familiar, I'd probably seen her using the field seven shower block at the same time as me, or s. She was flag gagged like Jane and I, and it looked as though they'd hogtied her. As the cart got closer I could see some thin rope around her ankles, and her wrists had been tied behind then everything joined up tight. As they stopped the cart next to us she looked up, and saw Jane and me, she stopped struggling at that point, and gave us a quizzical look, as best you can gagged anyway. I shrugged as best as the ropes would let me in response, then looked up to see all the kids already wandering off out the field, going to find more of us no doubt. I began idly trying to add up everyone I thought was in field seven, and tried to decide just how long it would take the kids to capture us all, and just what they'd do if they did? Or what they'd do when the sun went down tonight? With a little tingling feeling I realised again that I had no power here, and that if the kids wandered off and abandoned us I was in no position to escape, neither of us three helpless girls were.
The kids were gone for about another half hour. Not much happened in that time, Jane and I already knew we couldn't get loose, so didn't try, and we certainly couldn't help the hogtied newcomer. She spent about ten minutes struggling, then seemed to settle down to her fate, much like us. When the kids did return everything happened all at once.
Into the field from the left came the kids, using the opposite entrance to the one they'd exited by earlier. With them was Amy, from my group. My age, a slim blonde girl. She was wearing tight black gym shorts, an oversized white t-shirt and black converse. She'd been flag gagged too, and was being led by her tied wrists. At the same time, from a gap in the fence, in walked a guy who turned out to be hogtied girls boyfriend. He'd ben searching the site for her after she never returned from a walk to the on site shop. Finally, from the right and the main field entrance in wandered Jenna, from my group, accompanying a guy dressed in the Raptor clubs staff black t-shirt.
So, I can't remember exactly what happened next, how everything played out in proper order. But. I remember Jenna laughing whilst she untied Jane and me. She laughed later retelling everything to the rest of our group too. Turned out to be total miscommunication. The regular Raptor club guy had gone sick, at short notice, and so this guy with Jenna, the onsite clubhouse bartender, was picked to stand in. Trouble was the memo never found it's way to him, as he'd fallen prey the night before to Jenna, the prettiest of our group, who'd spent most of last night's drinking sat at the bar flirting, and had gone home with him at closing time. He'd only gotten into work, with her in tow, twenty minutes ago, and finally finding the memo he'd come straight over, with Jenna following as field four was on the way to field seven. The Raptor kids, turning up for supervision so their parents could have a kid free day, and finding no adult present, had simply been coerced by one or two of the older kids into slightly altering a previous 'Bear Hunt' type game. All harmless stuff, nobody was too mad. Jane, Amy and I get teased occasionally by the others for it, but we just laugh.
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