Pat : 01 - A Game Called Shut Up and Do What You're told! (ff/mm)

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01 - A Game Called Shut Up and Do What You're told!
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By Pat

Thursday, June 15th 2006 - 06:52:50 AM

When I was 14 years old, I made holidays with my uncle, who is a priest. At that time we had had a flood and my uncle accommodated a family in the house of the parish, until their house was dried and cleaned from the mud. This family had 2 daughters, Marcia, 15, and Daria, 13.

It was a hot summer day and I wore only shorts, a white shirt and sandals. I was bored, and so I wanted to visit the library of the parish and browse through the books. This library was open only on weekends, but my uncle gave me the key and I went into the house of the parish. In the ground floor the addressed family was accommodated, but while the parents worked in their house, the whole thing was rather an adventure for the kids.

I thought they were out to play, for the house looked rather abandoned, so I went into the first floor, where the library was, when I suddenly heard an absorbed scream and giggling girls. I sneaked, with my sandals took off, because they made too much noise with their wooden soles, until I came to an unused room. The first thing I saw through the half-closed door was a boy in my age from the neighbourhood - I believe he was called Koloman.
He was blonde and had a tooth spacing, that's all I remember. Now, what was quite strange, was that this boy was tied to an empty shelf, hands behind his back, his knees and ankles tied with green tape, his mouth likewise. He wore only white pants, but- what was even more strange - his belly and his breast was decorated with water colors, red and blue and green and black. When Koloman located me standing in the door, he began to "mmpf" again through his gag, and rolled his eyes. But it was too late- at the same moment something hit me in the back and I fell over, because a leg came out from behind the door. In the next instant Marcia sat on my back, holding my hands tightly

"Look, we snatched another one..."

I struggled, but I don't think that I did my best. In fact, I was quite excited, as Marcia winded the green tape around my hands. Daria tied my feet. Then Marcia padded the back of my head.

"Now, stay nice and quiet until we come back".

So I lay there on my stomach with Koloman's feet just a few inches away.

"What's that game called?", I asked him, getting more and more excited, but of course he couldn't answer.

After about ten minutes- I had easily adopted a sitting position, leaning against the door- I heard a rattle. Then the two girl came, pulling a metal ladder. Maybe it's time to describe the two: Marcia, the older one, was about as tall and me, already a woman, while Daria was rather tomboyish, with short cut blonde hair. Marcia wore an orange or yellow dress and went barefoot, while Daria was dressed in jeans and a shirt, she wore sandals and green socks.

The two of them placed the ladder, folded, on the floor.

"We got a problem now- we will have to tie you to that ladder- so, will you make any problems?"

"What's that game called?"

"It's called Shut Up and Do What You're told!"

"Allright, I'm fine. But if you want to tie me onto that ladder, I will put up a fight, and I actually don't believe, that you and that brat (I used a term I would translate "three cheese high", I don't think it exists in English) are able to handle me."

"We'll see. First of all, we'll have to gag you."

"Do what you want to do."

"Daria- do you remember what I told you this morning- that you shouldn't wear socks when it's such a hot day?"

"Yes."

"Would you undress your socks please?"

"Ok, Pat, we're going to stuff your mouth with that socks if you are not quiet. So will you be quiet?"

I nodded.

Then they pulled me on the ladder. The older sister took a seat on my back again. She undid the tape around my hands, but still kept them. I struggled a bit, but she took my thumbs and bended them until I surrendered. With my feet tied I wouldn't have had too much of a chance, tough.

"Ok, now put your right hand in front of you..."

And after a few minutes I was kind of stretched out on the ladder, my hands tied spreadeagled. Marcia exposed my back.

"Now, do your best.", she said to her sister. Daria began to paint my skin with water color, as I could only guess, but it was cool and pleasant on the skin. Now, it was getting a little too cool.

"Please stop.", I yelled, so Marcia handgagged me.

She showed me her sisters socks: "Shut up or I'll make you taste them!", she threatened.

I was making friends with the thought...

"Hey, Girls, I have to go back. My uncle will be worried..."

"Why should he be worried? He's out all day, we know that."

Damn. A pair of feet came into view, feet with marks on them, tape marks and blue water color.

"Hey, Pat.", he said, "I didn't know you liked to be tied up too..."

"You saw how they tricked me."

"Bah, you would've been able to fight Marcia off." He began tickling my neck and armpits.

"Daria, do you have any felt-tip pens?"

"Sure."

"Get them."

I don't know what was more exciting- the tickling of the felt-tip pen on my soles- or that I didn't dare to show my feet to anybody for the next few days, for it took me nearly a week to get rid of the marks.

Pat
respublica@aon.at
Austria

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