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sarumansauron,, once again, thanks.
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Viking, thanks for your comments. And I may post a story after posting this story and the next one after this, but it would only be on occasion, once in a while.
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Chase Ricks,, or as you I previously known you,
Shane Bikman, thanks for your comment.
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William F Somebody, well, here’s the update. I hope you like it.
Summer 1968
Boys Versus Girls
Part II
At Dawn
(ff/mm)
We agreed to meet early in the morning to plot our plan of attack. We were supposed to go to Frank’s place and discuss our strategy. However, we were outfoxed by our opponents.
I suddenly sat up on my bed when I felt a trickle of cold water hit my face. I looked around for the culprit and saw my sister, in a bright short sleeved yellow floral dress that reached to her knees and with black shoes, standing besides the bed, pointing a water gun at me, and with a smile on her face. It was very early in the morning. I looked at my watch. It was exactly a quarter past six in the morning.
What time did she wake up?
“Get up,” my sister ordered.
I yawned, but I complied. What choice did I have?
“Could I at least get dressed?” I asked. I was wearing striped pajamas, and I was not looking forward to wearing it while tied up.
“Okay, but promise me you won’t try to escape.”
“I won’t,” I said. What choice did I have? We take promises made while tied up very seriously indeed. It makes such things more pleasant to play, for we avoided doing things that might impair our friendship to each other, and we showed that we trust each other.
“Don’t say anything, don’t do anything, just get dressed. One minute, and I’ll go back,” she warned.
“Yes sis, yes,” I said.
My sister left the room, but waited outside the closed door.
I got dressed. I chose to wear a blue T-shirt, and jeans. I ordinarily would have worn shorts in the middle of summer, but I want to cushion my ankles from the ropes if they tied my feet. I completed my ensemble by wearing my shoes and socks.
“You can come in now,” I said while I made my bed. She entered and patiently waited for me to finish.
“Hands behind you,” she said when I was done.
I did so and then, I felt the cold metal grip my wrists and the heard the click of handcuffs. I was now cuffed.
She quickly led me downstairs to the kitchen. At the bottom of the stairs was Andrew, sitting, his head buried his right hand, obviously sleeping, his left hand cuffed to the banisters of the stairway.
Betty shook Andrew. My brother looked at me and Betty, blinked a couple of times, and yawned. My sister removed the cuff from the banister and pulled my brothers hands behind him. My brother didn’t resist as my sister cuffed his hands behind him.
She helped him stand up, and marched us to the kitchen. There, my mother was already awake, and so was my father. Both of them were habitual early risers, even when there was no need to wake up early. My father was drinking coffee while reading a newspaper. He took one look at us, smiled, and resumed his reading. My mother was cooking bacon and eggs. Normally, she would only cook for them, but upon seeing us, cooked for us too.
Betty uncuffed me and directed me to my chair. I was now reasonably awake and could bolt, and Betty could not have done anything to prevent it, but rules are rules. I sat down on my chair, and Betty bent down and cuffed my left foot to my right. Betty then uncuffed Andrew, directed my brother to his chair, then cuffed his feet together.
My father took the time to observe the proceedings, but did not comment on it. We’ve been openly tying each other up for the past two years that it was utterly normal for my Dad to see her daughter cuff her two older brothers’ feet. Both my parents have stopped asking if we agreed to be tied up everytime they discovered us tied up, so monotonous were the answers (“Yes, I agreed”, or a nod).
Betty then went and made a phone call in the living room before joining us for breakfast.
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Breakfast was hearty and cheerful. Betty was excited and full of energy. Andrew and I, despite our cuffed feet, ate as normal. We all had a normal conversation, and not once did it touch upon anything related to tie-up games.
There was a knock on the door as we finished breakfast, and Betty immediately went to open it. Angela entered, greeted my parents, and grinned at my brother and I. Angela wore a plaid knee length skirt and a pink t shirt. The morning was still chilly so she wore a jacket.
Once we were all finished, Betty uncuffed our feet, and recuffed our hands behind our backs.
Betty was about to say something, but Angela cut her off.
“Let’s bring these two to your room,” she said.
We were marched to Betty’s room.
“Okay. Where’s your rope?” Angela asked as soon we arrived.
Betty then gathered her own stash and dumped it on the bed.
“So?” Betty asked her.
“Good. We have those two, and Henry, so that’s three,” she began. “Hopefully, Nancy and Cathy will be able to get David, and Maggie, Donald.”
“Wait! You already got Henry?” Andrew interjected. Henry is Angela’s younger brother.
“Yup!” said Angela. “See who’s better now? We planned this whole thing yesterday afternoon.”
“I suppose your plan is to get us while we’re still asleep?” I asked.
“You said that it would start from six in the morning to six in the evening,” said Angela. “So why not start at the very first minute?”
Betty uncuffed my hands. But my freedom was short lived as Angela went behind me and pulled my arms behind my back. I soon felt the familiar sensation of rope being wrapped behind my crossed wrists. At first, it was not so tight, but then, I felt it tighten. Rope was tied around my waist. It was soon tightened, by cinching I later learned, and it dug into my stomach. I did not hurt at all. It’s just that when I tested her work, I knew that I cannot get out without help.
Betty had in the meantime selected a couple of old socks from her tie up bag. They were clean of course—and went besides me. Taking a pair, she rolled one of it into a ball and put it before my mouth.
“Open up, brother!” she commanded.
I obeyed. I opened as wide as I could.
She stuffed the sock into my mouth. She then took its partner, tied a knot into its middle, thrust the knot up my mouth until it was wedged behind my teeth, then tied it rather tight behind my neck. She finished by tearing long strips of duct tape and taping over my open mouth and the sock gags. She then took a handkerchief and tied it over the duct tape around my head.
During this time, Andrew tried to coax Betty and Angela into revealing the rest of the plans. However, both girls remained coy and managed to talk without revealing anything. Not that it would do any good to know their plans if we remained their captive.
“Your turn,” Angela said as she put the finishing touches on me and turned to my brother.
“I suppose it wouldn’t do any good to plead for mercy? I mean, why tie me up like that?” he asked, referring to me. “I’m cuffed and I won’t escape that. And there’s no need to gag me! I won’t scream.”
“True, but what’s the fun in that, Andy? I haven’t tied you up for two years now, and I’ve been looking forward to this all this time,” she said.
It was true. Andrew and Angela had been team mates ever since the reshuffling in the fall of 1966. Previously, Andrew and Angela were opponents, and Angela tied up Andrew a couple of times. Being teammates precluded her from tying him up in regular games. While several times, Andrew had tied up Angela even as teammates, ranging from reasons such as Angela being ‘bait’ to fool the enemy, or that Andrew was captured by us and we used him to capture his teammates (see
Fall 1966 – New Rules). I chalked it up during that time due to Andrew being a boy and Angela being a girl, and overall, since the girls joined us, girls have been far more likely to be the one tied up than boys. Looking at it now, with the benefit of hindsight, and knowing that Angela would be Andrew’s future wife, I think there was something more to it than that. I think that Angela concocted this game just to get her hands on him, but Angela now denies it.
“Has it really been that long?” he asked.
Angela took the keys from Betty and uncuffed my brother. She grabbed his hands and held it in her left while she took a length of rope from Betty and began to tie him up.
She crossed his wrists and started to wound the soft white rope around. She used two lashes—first, a square lash, with three passes, then cinched it between his hands. She used a very long rope, so for the second, she used the second lash—a diagonal lash—which was tied horizontally and vertically, over the square lash before being cinched in between. This combination was extremely effective, and very hard to struggle against. It was a technique taught to her, of all people, by Andrew himself.
There was still quite a length of rope left which Angela tied around his waist and hands in the usual fashion, then cinched between the hands and body. All in all, a thoroughly conventional job by our standards.
Angela then picked up a pair of socks, rolled one of them into a ball, and inserted it into his mouth. She then tied a knot in the other sock, put it and placed it into his mouth, wedged it behind his teeth, then tied the ends behind his head. She then plastered his face with duct tape, tearing a couple of long strips and covering everything from ear to ear and from nose to chin. She finished by tying another handkerchief over his already gagged face.
After that, both girls helped us to our feet. Betty led the way, and Angela commanded us to follow her, with her bringing up the rear.
We were then marched to the backyard, then the plain, then to the wooded hill. On the hill there was a shortcut that led to the backyard of Angela’s house.