The Ex's Revenge (Part 4)

Postby theseeker » Sat Jun 07, 2008 2:02 am

((This is a retelling of a story I had on here before they switched websites, which unfortunately is gone forever now since I had no backup. This story is based off the old one, but changed pretty drastically.))

When Allison showed up at my house on Saturday morning and told me she had a “surprise” for me, the last thing I expected to happen was to be blindfolded, driven to her house, and then sat in a chair to get my hands handcuffed behind me. But that is what happened. Exactly.
Allison had been my girlfriend for almost 3 years and had never once done anything so… wild. So when I heard her clicking the handcuffs on my wrists behind my back, I wasn’t really sure what to think. She could be a little goofy at times, but not like that.
“So… this is different.” I said kind of nervously. I pulled a little at the cuffs. They gave no slack. The blindfold she had put on me had kept me in the dark for nearly an hour and I was itching to get it off. “Allie, get this stupid blindfold off me already.” I told her.
I felt her fingers grab it from my forehead and then she yanked it off, the knot in the back giving some resistance on the back of my head before giving in.
“Ow! OK, come on what’s going on? This better be an AMAZING surprise because I am not enjoying this.” I said, adjusting my eyes to the light.
I was in the middle of her room, in the chair of course, facing her door, which was closed. She stood in front of it with her hands on her hips. She was wearing flip-flops at my house, but had since slid them off and was standing in her bare feet. She wore a pair of jeans and a plain white t-shirt - standard lazy Saturday attire. Not special occasion attire.
“So I guess we’re not going to a fancy restaurant, huh?” I joked and shifted a little in my chair.
“You cheated on me.” She said. It wasn’t a question.
“What!?” I barked, looking up at her eyes which were ice-cold-blue at the moment. Her dirty blonde hair hung to just below her chin on either side of her face, framing the most dead-serious look I’d ever seen on her. “What are you talking about?”
“3 years! 3 years!? And you just… CHEAT!?” She yelled. “We’ve been together since we were 15 Matt!”
“Well, OK, how about calm down first.” I tried telling her in my most soothing voice. Her skin was usually tanned pretty well from her weekly tanning salon appointment, but I could see a deep red burning in her cheeks. “Whatever you THINK happened is NOT TRUE.” I said, and I meant it. I had never cheated on her, not once! It was ridiculous to think I even would.
“She told me!” Allison shouted, walking up closer to me and leaning forward so she was nearly on eye-level with me.
“WHO - IS - SHE?” I asked slowly, carefully laying out each word.
“Don’t play that game Matt. Do NOT play that game, I’m serious.” She commanded, waving a finger in my face.
“OK, let’s say there IS a ‘she’, so what - you bring me to your house and handcuff me in a god damn chair!? Do you realize how insane that is!?” I shouted, leaning forward as much as I could. The handcuffs reminded me I wasn’t going anywhere by biting sharply into my wrists.
“So you admit it?” She asked quickly, raising her right eyebrow - her signature ‘I’m right’ gesture.
“NO.” I said clearly and loudly. “Just at least tell me her name so I know what I’m denying!”
“Samantha told me OK? She told me everything…”
Samantha was not a good name to hear. Sam was Allison’s oldest friend and the one person, outside Allie’s own family, whose word might actually mean more than mine. But why would she lie? Especially to her best friend?
That is when I remembered that last time I saw Samantha. It was at some kids party a few weeks back. Allison was sick, but she insisted that I go to make sure Sam didn’t drink too much and do something stupid, like she was known to do. So I went with a couple friends of mine, Sam drank too much like usual and actually tried kissing me. I told her no, but she had kept trying to put her arms around me. I eventually had to just push her down onto the couch and walk away. That had to be the reason why she would lie. I had to have embarrassed her or something. It was the only explanation.
“Allie, listen to me. Samantha got drunk at Marko’s party and came onto ME. I swear!”
Allison’s mouth dropped open a little and she stared at me, seeming to get more pissed by the second.
“She didn’t TELL me about Marko’s party. How many times did you-
“NO! Wait! I didn’t mean like that! I said no! Allison I said no! She must want you to dump me for revenge or something.”
“No Matt. She’s the one who actually convinced me we should stay together. She’s the one who had THIS idea.” When she said this, she motioned to me in my chair with her hands. “She said I should teach you a lesson and show you I’m not the kind of girl who get’s pushed around.”
“Oh my god… she a damn mastermind. This is her revenge! Allie I SWEAR-”
“I don’t want to hear it Matt!” She shouted.
“But- FRMMMPH!”
She slapped her hand over my mouth and dug her fingers into my cheek.
“Shut up.” She commanded.
“MMMMM!” I replied.
“Shut UP Matt, or I swear to god I’ll put a gag in your mouth and you won’t talk for the rest of the weekend!” She shouted, tightening her grip over my mouth to emphasize her point.
Whole weekend? She planned on keeping me for the entire weekend? There was no way I was letting that happen.
“Now listen to me.” She said, acting like I had a choice. “Only I know where the key to those handcuffs are, so you better start being a little nicer. I’m the one in control here Matt. You think I’m such a weak little dumb girl that you can go around cheating on me? With my best FRIEND?”
“Grmmerrphmm.” I grumbled into her hand.
“Quiet. We are going to spend this weekend together and work this out, and when it’s over if I still want to be with you and you still want to be with me then OK. If not, then fine.” When she said ‘then fine’ the anger left her voice and was replaced by more of a sad tone. “But until then,” The anger was back. “You aren’t going anywhere and I don’t want to hear your little lies Matt. It’s insulting.”
I stared at her, waiting for her to get her hand off my mouth. She stared back.
“Something to say?” She asked.
I gave her my best ‘come on’ look. She took her hand off my mouth.
“OK… what now?” I asked, deciding to play her stupid game until I had a definite plan to get the hell out of there.
She put her hands on her hips and looked at me. She bit her lip and ran a hand through her hair, pushing it behind her ear.
“You don’t even know do you? You got me here, you got me handcuffed into the stupid chair, and you don’t know what happens next? Some plan.” I said, suddenly feeling some anger in myself rise up. “You know this is one of the dumbest idea’s you’ve ever agreed to. You do realize that right?” Allison gave me a pissed off look and shook her head back and forth. “I mean, I thought you were a little smarter than THIS.” She nodded her head and smirked at me before turning to the side and marching towards her dresser. “I mean, god Allison, what do you think is really going to come from this? Sunday night is going to show up and we’re going to have discovered the true meaning of happiness or some crap?” She had gotten something out of her drawer and was marching straight for me. I looked down in her hand and saw a white ball of something. “Are those your socks? Oh wait a second now Alli- MRRPHMM!”
She stuffed her balled up socks into my damn mouth. I couldn’t believe it. I went to spit them out, but before I knew it she had snatched up the bandanna from the blindfold from my lap and made her way behind me, bringing it around both sides of my head as she went.
“Mmmmmmm!” I groaned as she pulled it tight and knotted it behind me.
“There.” She said satisfied, walking around to the front of me. “Now your going to have to wear that gag. You never know when to keep your lips shut, do you Matt? Now you don’t have a choice.”
“Mrfmmm! Remmaf fermer mmmrt!” I started shouting at her, but the socks and bandanna kept my words to tiny mumbles in my throat.
“What’s that Matty? I can’t understand you.” She teased me, sitting down on my lap and pushing a piece of my hair to the side. “You know your kind of cute when your all gagged and angry. Maybe if things work out we’ll keep it this way, huh?”
“Errrmgph! Mmr mmmph-fmmm!” I knew I shouldn’t be provoking her to keep going, but I was so damn mad at that point I had to try to express myself somehow. She needed to know I didn’t find all of her crap funny. It wasn’t working though, because every time I tried to yell at her, she just laughed. It made me furious.
“You’re going to understand this whole gag thing sooner or later.” She laughed and got off my lap. I was so mad I had to do something, so I tripped her. She went to head right, and I stuck my feet in her path, making sure to get caught between her legs. I wanted her to fall. She did. And I suddenly realize how free me legs were. I leaned my weight forward and got into a squat. From there I lifted straight up and my arms came over the top of the chairs back. I was semi-free.
I looked down and saw Allison turning towards me on the ground in shock. Some of it was probably because I tripped her, the other because I had escaped her genius chair idea. I didn’t waste any time making my way to her bedroom door. Someone in the house had to be home, someone was going to find out their daughter/sister was a nut job who kidnapped her boyfriends. I got to it and turned around so my hands could turn the knob. Allison was back on her feet and moving towards me.
“Matt, knock it off! Just sit back down!” She shouted. I yelled my answer back, which was a ridiculous series of mumbles, but I meant to basically tell her to go to hell. She got too close for my comforts so I used my one defense. I kicked her. Not hard, but enough so she would give me some room.
“Are you KIDDING me!? You’re going to KICK me? Really?” She said, sounding annoyed. Good, she should be mad like me.
My fingers just couldn’t get a grip on the door knob, it seemed to be just slightly above my reach. I got on my tippy-toes and tried again, this time barely rubbing the bottom of it. I saw Allison darting her eyes around her room in search of something to help her ’catch’ me. I was just starting to turn the knob when she found something.
I screamed into the gag as her bed’s blanket came flying over my head. She had a queen-sized bed, so the blanket from it was quite massive. I was in the dark again, flailing about like a dumb fish out of water. Then I felt her arms around me. I struggled but she must have managed to lead me to her bed, because when I finally did feel myself be shoved down - I landed on top of it face first. Soon after I felt her weight land on top of ME and then I was trapped, not to mention hot, sweaty, not really able to breath, and in kind of pain from the cuffs.
I felt her shift around on top of me, keeping me buried in the covers while she moved. Then I felt her down by my legs, and soon enough she had my feet pulled out from under. The air outside the blanket was cool on my hot shins. I felt my shoes being ripped off, and then, strangely, my socks as well. I was thankful for the cool air, but couldn’t understand why she was making me barefoot, until I felt my ankles being wrapped together. She was tying me up with my OWN socks. Gagged with her socks, bound with mine. I couldn’t catch a break.
A few moments later, her weight came off me and she started yanking the blanket out from under me. I rolled a little with it and soon enough I had slid off the side of her bed and crashed onto the floor. The blanket came off though, and that was a good thing. I took in as much sweet fresh air as my nose would allow.
I looked up and saw her, kind of sweaty like me, with her hair a mess around her face. She wiped some of it out of the way and stared down at me with her blue eyes.
“I hope you enjoyed that Matt, because your feet are staying tied for the rest of the weekend. No more KICKING for you.” She said, and when she said ‘kicking’ she brought her foot up to my face and pushed my head with it gently. I grunted my reply. “Now I have to take a shower. You want to get back on the bed?”
I thought it over for a second, decided it would be much more comfortable than the floor and nodded my head. She leaned down and stuck her arms through mine as I leaned forward. She pulled as I stood and then threw me to the side. I landed half on the bed half off. She laughed, grabbed my feet, and swung them up with the rest of me.
“Comfy?” She asked, standing at the foot of the bed with her hands on her hips. I wouldn’t give her any more pleasure in hearing me make a fool of myself. I kept quiet and turned my head from her. “Come on Matt, don’t give me the silent treatment.” She teased me and ran a finger up the sole of my foot. I yanked my legs away quickly.
“MMM!” I responded.
“Ooooh, ticklish feet? I’ll have to remember that later if you start getting out of line!” She said, folding her arms across her chest. I didn’t even know my feet were ticklish until then. Now she knew, which meant she could ACTUALLY torture me and not feel bad about it. “Now if you just lay there and keep quiet while I’m in the shower maybe I’ll take that gag off for a little bit. I know you’ve got lots to say.” Well, at least she was right about that. “But if you mess anything up while I’m in there… well, let’s just say things won’t be pleasant for you.”
She smiled, turned and left the bedroom. I laid on the bed, bound and gagged and facing possible torture. I had to get free.
Last edited by theseeker on Sat Jul 26, 2008 9:15 pm, edited 3 times in total.

Postby Randy441144 » Fri Jun 20, 2008 12:56 am

dude that storry rocks.....I wish something unplained happend to me like that...Keep writing...thats awesome!!!!!!

Part 2

Postby theseeker » Wed Jun 25, 2008 5:42 pm

Not three minutes after she’d left the room, I heard the faint noise of the water coming on from the shower. The bathroom was just down the hall from her room, and I knew she wouldn’t be wasting time in there. She’d left her bedroom door open, and had actually peaked out of the bathroom and gave me a smile and a wink a minute after she’d gone in. It all meant I didn’t have much time. I needed to act fast.
I looked down at my feet, which were only bound by my own socks and decided it wouldn’t take long to get them free. I was right. After a minute or so of twisting and jerking my legs around, the knot loosened and eventually gave up, freeing my feet. I immediately swung my legs over the side of the bed and sat on the edge of it. I pulled a little at my cuffed wrists, but they were quick to let me know they weren’t just going to ‘give up’ like the socks did. I pulled them as much as I could over to my left side and glanced down at them. They looked very real. I pulled my wrists as far as I could apart, revealing about an inch slack between them. I grunted into my gag and chewed a bit on the sock in my mouth. I couldn’t believe my own girlfriend had done this to me. I ripped at the handcuffs in anger, but all I wound up doing was hurting my wrists, which made me grunt even louder behind the bandanna.
I had to keep trying to get free. I decided the only way was to find the key for the handcuffs, but had no clue as to where the hell they would be. I glanced around the room, but it was really more instinct then curiosity. Finding the key in her room would be like finding a needle in a haystack. I had to think logically where she would put it. I put my head down and thought for a moment before coming up with the answer that she would probably have it on her, which didn’t help my situation out at all because there was no way-
My head shot up and I got to my feet. If the key was on her, and she was in the shower… they key would just be lying in the bathroom somewhere. Maybe in her pants pocket. A strange rush of adrenaline filled me as I moved as quickly as I could out her room and down the hall to the bathroom door. It was weird walking with my hands cuffed behind me, I always sort of felt like I was ready to tip over.
When I reached the bathroom door, the water was still on full blast inside. I took a deep breath and turned my back to it so my fingers could stretch for the handle. If the door was locked, it was game over. Something slide across my fingertips. I leaned forward as much as I could, putting strain on my back, but eventually finding the handle and twisting it as hard as I could.
The door swung open and bumped off the towel bar behind it. I froze in terror, thinking that either she would be standing there with a ‘got you’ face on, or that she had heard the noise from inside the shower. Neither of my nightmares were true though, I discovered that when I slowly turned around to see the shower curtain closed and could hear her behind it. Normally I would have sneaked a peak, but something far more interesting caught my eye.
I had to stop myself from shouting into the gag with joy. On the countertop in front of her mirror was her cell phone, some girly accessories and one small needle in a haystack. The key to my freedom lay before me. I scooted over to it, grabbed it with my hands behind me and headed for the doorway. Unfortunately for me, I also happened to knock over her cell phone in the process, sending it sailing off the counter and splitting off the battery-pack on impact with the tiled floor.
I didn’t so much hear her turn her had as felt the air change in the room.
“Matt…?” She asked cautiously.
I was scurrying down the steps to her first floor so quickly I almost lost my balance twice and probably would have wound up breaking my own neck. When I reached the bottom safe, however, I quickly forgot about the dangerous almost falls and started thinking where I could go. I needed to put as much distance as possible between me and Allison before I started trying to work the key into the lock behind me. If I was to drop it, I’d lose valuable time. It had to be careful and it had to be quick. I jolted to my right, heading through her living room and passing through the open doorway to her kitchen. There was actually three separate doors leading out of her kitchen, and all of them seemed to tease me.
“Door number 1? Maybe door number 2? Don’t forget about door number 3!” I thought. There was an old brown door just to my right that led down into her basement, in the far left corner her backdoor led out to her porch, and set in the middle of the left-most wall was her pantry door. I probably would have ACTUALLY broken my neck going down her dark basement steps and the backdoor was surely locked. I headed for the pantry door. I slipped my foot into the slight crack in the doorway and kicked it open. The inside smelled like, not-surprisingly, food, and both walls were lined with canned goods and all sorts of things. I took two steps in and felt a stabbing pain from the sole of my foot. I jerked my leg up, causing me to lose my balance. I leaned into the wall, then rolled off one of the lower shelves to the floor. A couple cans of stuff tumbled down with me, landing in my lower back. I looked down and saw I’d stepped on a hook coming off the handle of a frying pan. My luck.
I didn’t even bother trying to sit up, I just laid on my side, thankful for being able to keep the key in my fist during the spill, and went to work. They key felt fragile and miniscule in my adrenaline-filled fingers. I had to turn it around four or five times before I was even sure I was holding it correctly.
I heard footsteps coming down the stairs.
I took a deep breath through, getting a nose full of a cinnamon-like scent and started to try and find the keyhole. I bent and twisted my wrists in every which way to try and get into a workable position. I found one half-decent way and actually felt the key slide into a nook before dropping to the ground. I cursed into the gag and rolled over a little to pick it back up.
“Matt!?” I heard her voice call from the living room. There was some anger in it, but also some concern. Had her dear captive escaped her evil clutches?
I found the key again and easily got my wrists into the same sort of position I had them in. It was only a matter of sticking the key into the hole and turning now. I rubbed the tip of key across the metal surface of the cuffs.
“Matt!?” She repeated. Now her voice was inside the kitchen, just beyond the vision of the half-closed pantry door. A second later and she pulled it fully open and stood in the doorway wearing nothing but a towel around her body and looking kind of shocked, but also relieved to see me lying there. She opened her mouth to say something, but then noticed what I was doing behind my back.
I found the hole, the key dropped into place inside it.
“NO!” She cried out and slid down to my side.
I started turning the key… and then she yanked my hand away and ripped the key out.
“MMMMMMPH!” I didn’t even try to say a word. I just had to let out a noise of frustration.
She knelt there taking deep breaths with one hand on her heart, the other clutching the key in a fist. Her blonde hair, wet and dark, lay messy against her neck. She stared at me unbelieving that I had almost managed an escape. If I hadn’t been so angry I would have been gloating.
“Geeze Matt… that was close.” She finally said and started picking up some fallen cans off the floor to replace them on the shelves.
I couldn’t believe that was all she had to say. After I had worked my ass off almost getting free, she dropped THAT line as if she didn’t even care. I wasn’t standing for it. I rolled onto my back and sat up so I was right beside her. She was slightly above me from her kneeling position, but I was almost on eye level.
“Mrrmr fmmph.” I said and motioned to the gag with my eyes. I twisted my jaw around to further show what I wanted.
She let a smile sneak onto her face.
“Mmm!” I demanded, nodding downwards with my head.
She gave me a defeated look and sighed.
“Fine… but please don’t yell Matty.”
I nodded and she wrapped her arms around my head. A few seconds later and the bandanna came off. I spit the sock out immediately. My tongue felt funny.
“Were those socks clean Allison!?” I demanded to know. It was probably an odd first thing to say after being gagged for the last twenty minutes, but I had to know.
“What!? Yes! Of course! What kind of person do you think I am Matt?” She answered.
“Allison… this is insane. You can’t just do this to people! You can’t tie me up and gag me and just act like nothing is weird here!”
“We’ve been dating for three years. I think I’m entitled to do this for what you did to me.”
“But Allison I really didn’t do anything. REALLY. I’m serious.”
For a second I thought I saw something in her eye. Hope maybe that I was telling the truth. It didn’t last long though.
“No. Samantha wouldn’t lie to me like that. No way.”
I sighed and slumped my shoulders. She wasn’t going to see it my way. The true way.
“Fine… Fine I don’t even care if you don’t believe me right now, I just want you to take these god damn handcuffs off. I won’t even leave. We can talk the whole damn weekend if you want!”
“Oh yea?” She said mockingly and put a hand on my shoulder. “Matt you just tried escaping. Your laying in my moms pantry for gods sakes. The second those come off, you’re gone.”
“But they’re starting to hurt my wrists!” I wined, even though they actually surprisingly hadn’t yet.
“Well… I can fix that I think.” She said and bit her lip.
“Wait a second…” I said coming to a sudden conclusion. “Where IS your mom?”
Allison lived with her mom and her younger brother and it suddenly hit me I hadn’t seen either of them. It was Saturday. No work. No school.
“Why do you think I waited for 2 weeks after I found out about what you did for this? We’ve got the house all to ourselves for the weekend baby.” She said grinning.
“Oh my god… you really want to keep my like this for another 48 hours…”
“Well… yea! That’s the plan. Then at the end we’ll talk it over and be even.”
“Even? EVEN!? Oh god…” I had a terrible feeling of dread come over me, so I did the only rational thing at the time. “HEEEEEEELP!” I shouted
“Shhhhh!” She said smiling and putting a finger to her lips as she tried covering my mouth with her other hand. I wasn’t giving up so easy though. I pulled my head away from her hand and lurched forward. I swung my knees behind me and landed on my stomach halfway inside the kitchen. I tried to point my voice to the kitchen window that led out to the back porch.
“HEEEEEELP!” I shouted again.
“Matt!” I heard her yell behind me. I opened my mouth to yell again, but this time the bandanna was pulled between my teeth, yanking my lips downwards as I tried.
“Maaliphan! MAALIPHAN!” I said as she tightly knotted it behind my head. Before I knew it she had grabbed my ankles and was dragging me backwards into the pantry. My chin thumped off the lip in the floor between the two rooms.
“MMERM!” I yelled at her. I turned my head to see her feet walk right by me and outside to the kitchen. I looked up and saw her standing there with one hand on the door.
“Just… stay here and be quiet for a little bit.” She said and just as I began to mumble my protest, she closed the door. AND shut off the light. I let my head drop to the floor.

Postby Randy441144 » Thu Jun 26, 2008 4:51 am

These storys are awesome, Please keep writing these storys. :wink:

Part 3

Postby theseeker » Thu Jul 03, 2008 2:36 pm

It wasn’t for another 20 minutes that she came back. I knew. I counted in the dark boredom of the pantry. When the door finally did open, the light from outside made me squint my eyes to readjust to it.
“Mermerphmmm” I groaned as I looked up at her.
Her hair was dried now and tied behind her head in a short pony tail. She had switched from the towel to a pair of gym shorts and a tank top. I was happy to see that she was getting nice and comfy while I laid handcuffed in a dark pantry.
“I’m taking this off,” She said, kneeling beside my head. I felt her fingers around the knot of the gag. “No more screaming! You sound like an idiot when you’re lying there yelling for help from a GIRL anyway.”
“Egh.” I said, shaking my head free from the gag as she untied it. I moved my stiff jaw around.
“Alright, come on.” She said and I felt her hands grabs my arms. She started pulling me backwards, leaving me no choice but to get to my knees. “On your feet now Matty.” She commanded and pulled upwards as I stood up. “Good job! Forward march!”
I glanced over my shoulder and saw her stupid blonde head six inches below mine. It made me furious to have to take orders from her, especially when she was having the time of her life giving them. She looked up at me and smiled, then moved to my side, grabbed my arm and started leading me into the kitchen. I stumbled forward by the sudden jerk and then was in the kitchen. She had a large oval counter in the middle with a light overhanging it. She led me around it and an out-of-place dining room chair at the far end of it came into view.
“Not another chair.” I groaned.
“Oh this is for YOUR comfort Matty so put a sock in it.” I shot her an angry look and she put a hand over her mouth to hold back a laugh when she realized that she HAD put a sock in it already. “Just sit down.” She said grinning and led me to the side of the chair.
The chair had a high back and no arms. She pulled my arms so they were behind and above the back of it and then nudged me to the side. I fell into the seat and my arms stretched around behind the sides of the backing. I squirmed around in the chair a bit and discovered I didn’t have much wiggling room. I let out a sigh as now I was pretty much completely immobilized with my wrists locked behind the back of the chair.
“Come on Allie. These are really starting to hurt. Why can’t we just talk like normal human beings?” I wined, shifting my weight around in the chair to show my discomfort. I wasn’t actually lying this time, the cuffs were starting to hurt.
“I’ll have them off in a minute.” She said and bent down to grab something from the other side of the oval counter in the middle of the kitchen. I checked out her butt, finding it funny to do under such strange circumstances, and was going to make a comment when I saw what she had in her hands.
“Rope!? Did you buy that for THIS!?”
“Well yea. It was Samantha’s idea.” She answered, blowing a blonde strand of hair out of her face and uncoiling some of the rope.
“Why am I not surprised.” I said dryly and tugged on my handcuffs. “What’s that?” I asked, noticing two sheets of white paper on the countertop next to the rope. She smirked, picked one up, and began reading it. I squinted at the back, able to make some things out from the light behind it. “Is that…?” I began, hesitant to ask such a seemingly dumb question. I looked for another second and then decided it wasn’t so dumb. “Are those instructions on how to tie someone up!?”
Allison peered over the top of the sheet and I could see the devilish grin just from the twinkle in her blue eyes.
“Oh my god…” I started.
“Well I don’t know how to do this right Matt! I don’t want to mess up!” She defended herself. “Now here, hold this.” She said and placed the sheet of paper on my stomach so it was facing her.
I was now modeling the instructions on how to tie myself up. She unwrapped a large piece of rope from the coil, grabbed a pair of scissors off her counter, and cut a length off. She walked in front of me smiling and sat down Indian-style on the floor. She pulled my feet into her lap and then I felt her going to work wrapping and twisting the rope around my ankles. She occasionally glanced up to look at the sheet of paper on my stomach.
“Oh wait… no, that’s not right.” She said and I felt her fingers tugging at the ropes.
“Oh come on!” I complained.
“Shush.” She said and ran her fingers across the sole of one of my feet.
“Ok!” I said as my body went stiff with tension. I didn’t want her tickling me so I kept my mouth shut.
She was sitting down there for a good fifteen minutes, making little comments to herself about what she did wrong and right, while all the while glancing up at the paper. Eventually I heard her let out a sigh of relief.
“Alright… I think I did it good. Try and get free Matt.” She said, standing up and brushing off her hands.
“You’re kidding right? I’m not testing this for you.” I said, although I didn’t think I had to. The ropes felt tight and secure around my ankles. She had even tied a rope connecting them to the middle crossbar under the chair so I couldn’t really move my legs around much.
“Come on!” She said putting her hands on her hips. “Just squirm around a little.” She said and laughed a bit.
“NO!” I firmly answered.
“FINE!” She answered back and marched over to me. I looked up at her determined face and felt a little fear come over me. She stepped to my left and then swung one of her legs over to my right side, and sat down on my lap facing me. I pulled a little at my cuffed hands but had nowhere to go. Her weight on my lap, although she was light, was enough to keep me from moving about too much.
“What are you doing Alli- Mmph.” She brought her left palm down firmly over my mouth and squeezed. I looked down at her hand then up at her eyes. She grinned and pushed some of my hair away from my face with her free hand. “Mmmmm!?” I questioned.
Suddenly her free hand shot down and dug into my side. I felt her fingers poking around my ribs and wiggling. I yelled into her hand and started jerking around. She was tickling me! I felt her test my entire right side, then she went on to the underside of my arm, gently trickling her fingers across the sensitive part of it. All the while I was yelling at her, but her hand kept tight and only allowed me muffled sounds. I jerked my body around, but with her on my lap and my hands cuffed behind the back of the chair, I couldn’t really move. I started stomping my bound feet and twisting them around in hopes of getting free. I realized as I was doing it that that was what she wanted, but I couldn’t stop. I had to move SOMEhow. I was being tickled to death!
She brought her hand to my neck and started tickling me around my ear. I twisted my neck away from her, but her fingers were quick to follow. I finally tried yelling STOP at her, which only came out at MMMM, but I shot my head forward and gave her a serious look.
“Ok!” She said cheerily. “I guess I tied your feet pretty good, huh? You couldn’t move at all.” She said with a smile as she placed her index finger on my nose. She took her other hand off my mouth.
“If you do that again,” I said slowly and seriously. “I am going to get free and-mrmmrmm.” She quickly replaced her hand on my mouth.
“Oh stop it Matty, you’re no good at threats. You just sound goofy.” She said and got off my lap, releasing my mouth in the process.
“Allison, I’m serious! Don’t think you can just do and say whatever you want just because you’ve got me tied up in this stupid chair. I am going to eventually get out of it you know.”
“Well let’s just hope that doesn’t happen for a long time.” She answered as she carried some rope and the piece of paper around to the back of the chair. “Now lets see if I can do your wrists just as good as your ankles.”
I sighed and she went to work. It felt the same as when she was doing my feet. First the ropes would kind of loosely get wrapped around my wrists, then she’d fiddle around for a second, then it would suddenly become tight. When she pulled it tight this time, the 1 inch slack I had from the handcuffs disappeared, and I felt even MORE immobilized. I shoved my shoulders back and forth, but it was no use. I was completely tied up. I felt her finish knotting it, then she came back around to the front of me.
“I’m already getting good at this.” She said satisfied. “Maybe I should kidnap people for a living… can you make a living like that?”
“Shut up Allison.” I said, sick of hearing her jokes and joyful spirit as I sat in anger.
“Grumpy!” She said and gave me a big comical frown that gave way to another laugh.
She grabbed the handcuff key off the counter and walked behind me, dangling it in my face as she passed. A few seconds later and she returned carrying the cuffs.
“There, in the end this whole thing was for you! And you’re not even thankful!”
“I’d be very thankful if you would just untie me completely.” I told her.
“Hmmm… I won’t do that, but I will do this.” She replied and grabbed the coil of rope as she walked to my side. I looked over and saw her tying an end to the side of the chair.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
She didn’t answer. Instead, she started circling me, wrapping my chest and arms to the back of the chair as she went along. Each time she passed in front of me and a new piece circled my body, I felt myself pulled tighter and tighter into the back of the chair. After about six times, she stopped, cut the rope, and tied it tightly to the other side of the chair.
“There. All finished.” She said and dropped the rest of the coil of rope to the floor. She took a few steps back from me and put her hands on her hips. “You look funny all tied up to that chair. Hold on, you have to see this.”
I watched angrily but helpless as she went into the next room, got her cell phone, and came back to take a picture of me with it. She rushed over to my side, hopped halfway onto my lap and shoved it in my face.
“Aren’t you cute?” She asked and looked at me for a reaction. I was about to curse at her when she closed her hand over my mouth again. “Don’t answer that, you’ll only ruin it.”
Just at that moment there was a knock at the front door. We both shot our heads in that direction, Allison’s hand still clamped over my mouth. We stared towards the door in silence until another knock broke it.
“MMMMMM!” I shouted into her hand as loud as I could and began to squirm and jerk around in the chair as much as my bonds would allow.
“No! Shhhh! Shut up Matt!” She told me keeping quiet herself.
I ignored her and screamed harder, prompting her to use her other hand to cover my mouth as well. The knock came a third time and this time a woman’s voice could be heard faintly from outside calling Allison’s name. It was an adult, possibly a neighbor. Maybe someone that had heard my yells from before. Allison cursed and got off my lap. Still keeping a hand firmly over my mouth, she stepped around to the back of the chair. Soon after I felt myself tipped backwards and spun around. I kept mumbling and struggling, but Allison had managed to begin dragging me and the chair back into the pantry. I felt the legs of the chair roll over the bump in the floor, and then I was in the dark walls of the pantry. She took her hand off my mouth, but when I went to yell, the old familiar bandanna fell into place, digging into the corners of my mouth and making it hard to open my jaw.
“Er mupher ow Maaliphan.” I taunted her, although the bandanna between my teeth made it barely understandable. “I’m omma sreem my heaph oomph! HEEELPH! HEEEELPH!” I was still able to make a good amount of noise with the gag in.
“Matt please keep quiet! Please!” She begged me, clasping her hands in front of herself to show it. I shook my head, taking in some joy of seeing her beg, and yelled again. She looked around the pantry desperately as I squirmed around in my chair shouting. All of a sudden she sighed and grabbed the ends of her shirt. I stopped yelling when she started lifting it over her own head. I watched in shock as she stripped down to her bra and walked around behind me. Before I could even put two and two together, the bandanna came out and her shirt went in. She crammed the entire scrunched up thing into my mouth, forcing it in against my unwilling jaw. When only a little of it was left out, she stopped and looped the bandanna over it. I felt it pulled tightly behind my head, jamming the shirt into my mouth a little further. She knotted it and headed towards the pantry door shirtless. I shouted at her but my words were much more muffled now with my mouth stuffed. In fact, I was barely able to make a sound. She shot me an angry and disgusted look before stepping outside of the pantry and closing the door. I stared at the inside of the door in shock that I went from almost complete freedom to none at all. I wiggled my wrists around, but the knot she’d tied held good. I stomped my bare feet against the floor but they didn’t make much sound at all. I was helpless.

Postby Randy441144 » Fri Jul 11, 2008 8:04 pm

More, More please these storys are awesome. Thanks a lot

Part 4

Postby theseeker » Sat Jul 26, 2008 9:14 pm

Finally, after 10 minutes of me struggling in the dark pantry, the ropes around my wrists loosened up and I was able to get the knot into my fingers. I had heard Allison talking to someone at the door for awhile, then the conversation spilled outside, and I realized I was alone in the house. Now my wrists were on the verge of being untied, and Allie still hadn’t come back.
I pulled firmly but delicately at the knot in every direction until I finally felt it begin to give up. I grabbed a loop of rope with my knuckles and pulled. I felt the tension around my wrists loosen, and after pulling and adjusting the knot for another minute the rope binding my hands had enough slack in it for me to pull them free.
I held my hands, free for the first time since Allison had come to my house, in front of me and stared at them with an excited rush of joy. I snapped back to reality and started trying to untie the rope that was around my chest. I found the knot on the chair and got it undone, and soon enough my body was as free as my arms. I leaned over to untie my ankles when I realized how dumb I was not to take the gag out of my mouth as soon as I could. I reached up and pulled the bandanna out from between my lips, tugging it down and reaching for her wadded-up shirt between my teeth.
“Ah.” I said in relief as I pulled it out of my mouth. I let the bandanna hang around my neck as I worked my jaw a bit and went to work on my ankles. She had done the best job on them, and it took my several tries to finally get the knot loose enough for me to twist free of the bonds.
When I was all untied I stood straight up out of the chair and felt the cool air of freedom on me. I had done it, I had escaped Allison’s stupid little revenge game, and to top it off, she still hadn’t come back into the house.
I couldn’t keep the smile from my face as I opened the pantry door and stepped into the kitchen. It felt great to be walking and talking by my own free will again. I thought about going to get my shoes and socks, but decided I would be happy enough to just get out of the house without having to see Allison again. I rounded the corner into the living room, and from the window next to the door I could see Allison and an older woman standing on her front porch. I froze up before realizing how silly that was. I was the victim here, not an escaped convict. If I wanted I could have marched right out there and told the woman to call the cops on Allie. I smirked at the thought of her getting taken away in cuffs, but shrugged it off. I just wanted out, so I decided to just slip out the back door quietly and be done with her.
I stepped back into the kitchen, walked to the back door and let my hand fall over its knob. I began turning it before I stopped myself.
Something felt wrong. Sure, I’d gotten free and made my miraculous escape, but something just didn’t sit right with me. It still made me furious that Samantha had lied to Allison and actually convinced her to go through with something this insane. I thought of Sam’s smug face when Allison would tell her about how she tied me up and gagged me and tickled me and made a fool of me. Sam would laugh on the outside, and on the inside she would laugh harder because she made this whole thing happen.
Suddenly it dawned on me.
I had to prove my innocence. I had to get Sam over her, and have her - MAKE her - tell Allison the truth. It was the only way to right this very wrong situation.
I let go of the doorknob and turned around. Yes, this is what needed to happen. I strolled over to the kitchen counter and took a seat on one of the stools and thought over my decision. Was I really going to try and talk rationally to the girl who just basically kidnapped me? Yes, I had to. The truth will set you free. So I waited, and three minutes later I heard the front door open and close and Allison’s footsteps coming towards the kitchen.
I tapped my fingers casually on the countertop as she walked in, and when she saw me, her jaw dropped wide open.
“Hey Allie.” I said, glancing her over. She had slipped into a tank top.
“Ma- … Yo- … How di-” She struggled to find words.
“You don’t tie a very good knot after all I guess, but Allison listen. Now I could have just left out the front door and been done with this whole thing, but I didn’t. Do you know why?”
Allison tried to say something, but again she could not and just stared at me in shock.
“Because I DIDN’T cheat on you, and now I’m going to prove it! Call Samantha and get her over here.”
Allison finally closed her mouth and stared at me - now angrily instead of in shock.
“You ruined everything!” She cried out. “Matt! Get back in the chair so we can finish this! We’re not EVEN yet!”
“Even!? Are you not hearing me!? I’m going to PROVE my innocence. Just call Sam.”
She pouted and stomped over to me.
“Come on,” She said, grabbing my arm. “Just get back in the chair. I’m going to forgive you when this is over Matty, just… do what I say for now.”
“Ok, so Sam has you so messed up in the head you won’t even listen to me. So I guess goodbye Allison.” I told her and stood up. I couldn’t believe the way she was acting… like a big baby.
“NO!” She cried and grabbed my arm with both hands.
I ignored her cries and starting heading towards the front door, dragging her along with me. I made it into the living room before I felt her jump onto my back.
“Matt STOP!” She yelled and wrapped her arms around my chest.
“Knock it off Allie.” I said and tried pulling them off. Somehow she managed to yank me backwards, and before I knew it I was spilling to the floor with her still wrapped around me like a monkey.
“Your going to ruin everything! You cheated on me and now your going to ruin this!” She said and started pounding on my back with her fists, not hard but enough to annoy me.
“Stop it!” I yelled and grabbed her wrists.
As soon as I grabbed them, she began trying to yank them away. When she couldn’t, she started trying to drive her knees into my sides. I angrily thrust her wrists to the ground and got on top of her so she couldn’t kick me.
“Would ya stop!?” I pleaded once she was immobilized.
She glared up at me, her face red and a little sweaty beneath the dirty-blonde hair that’d fallen across her face. She stuck out her bottom lip and blew it out of the way so her view wasn’t obstructed. She gave me an impatient look as if waiting for me to say something.
“Ok… that’s better. You calm now?” I questioned.
“So are you gonna get off me or what?” She asked, putting an annoyed emphasis on ‘what’.
“Are you going to call Samantha?”
“ERGH!” She grunted and tried thrusting her hips to throw me off her. Her weight wasn’t nearly enough to even budge me. “MATT! I’m going to KILL you! Stop trying to lie to me about my own best friend! And GET OFF!”
“Ok… I see what needs to happen.” I said and sighed. “You leave me no choice Allie.”
“What does THAT mean?” She asked, still slightly squirming beneath me.
I shifted my self towards her chest and pulled her wrists down so her arms were closer to her stomach. I lifted my knees one at a time over her elbows so I had them pinned down beneath me. She fought me the whole way, but it didn’t do much good.
“MATT!” She shouted and jerked her shoulders up and down. “Stop it!”
I reached behind my neck and started untying the knot of the bandanna that was my former gag and Allie’s future one. She must have realized what I had planned because I saw a furious look wash over her.
“Matt don’t you dare… don’t you DARE!”
I ignored her and finally untied the knot. I stretched it out in front of me with both hands and tried jamming the middle into her mouth, but she’d pressed her lips tightly together.
“Allie.” I said kind of amused.
She squealed and frowned at me as I pushed down a little harder. Finally the bandanna slipped between her lips. I quickly pulled the ends behind her head, fighting off some hair, and knotted it.
“Meerph!” She screamed,
I knotted it tighter. Her lips pulled close together as the bandanna poked out of the stretched-out corners of her mouth.
“Eeeerphmg!” She screamed and started shaking her head violently, I guess trying to ‘shake out’ the gag.
I got off her, and as soon as I did she shot up off the ground. I came up right with her though and snatched her wrists again, pulling them behind her and looping one of my arms through hers behind her back. As I was pulling her into the kitchen, she was shouting things at me the whole time, but I couldn’t make them out through her gag. When I had her in there, I spotted the handcuffs still lying on the countertop. I quickly snatched them up and brought them down to her wrists. She almost pulled her arm away from me, but I managed to catch it and carefully latched one of the cuffs over her wrist. I pulled her wrists together and completed the cuffing. It was Allison who was at MY mercy now.

Postby gmcckj » Sun Jul 27, 2008 11:31 pm

u need to finish man

lets see what u do to her

Postby Daphne19Tiesboys » Tue Sep 02, 2008 1:33 pm

Awesome stories. This is the first time I've read any of them and they are awesome, great job. :D
When I kidnap you expect 3 things:
1.Tied wrist and ankles
2.That big mouth of yours Gagged up
3.Tortures gonna hurt:)

Aha!...

Postby Mister Mistoffelees » Fri Sep 05, 2008 12:49 pm

...the old turn-the-tables-on-the-psychotic-girlfriend trick! As a member of the Y-chromosome side of the aisle, I must say it was excellently done!
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