Stories of Tie Up Games

Think i go with A too

Will call a halt there, since I've got the afternoon/evening free- mostly -to write.

A, and it'll be interesting to see where honesty gets our damsel...?

016.

Looking across at Alex and offering her a half smile, receiving a frown back, cock of her head. Confused.

Taking a deep breath, and plunging.

"That's Alex." Waving my pinned and bound left hand at the tightly hogtied, scarf gagged girl, who blinks as though surprised, by the truth. "This is her room. And. That's my uniform she's wearing."

"I'm the Tower Hill girl." Speaking into what feels a halfway stunned silence. Chelle, the St Christopher's Prefect, blinking at me, glancing with a frown at Alex. "Alex." And Erika, but I'm not going to complicate matters. "Found me, kidnapped."

Forced to stop as a laugh bubbles out, the crazy, my nerves at an uncertain future returning.

"Me, and...."
"Tied you to her bed?"
"Basically."
"In your underwear."
"Well...."

You see, Chelle. May I call you Chelle? Great, thanks.

The thing is, Chelle, I had to strip, and let Alex- and Erika -bind me to this bed, because we were told to. Just as I'm being honest now, yes in part because I felt I wanted to.

But, ultimately I was told. Just as Alex, is told, just as.

Right on cue, Chelle, eyes flicking to the ceiling and mouth half open, a single nod.

"Right." Nodding, at- you -me and stepping forwards, towards Alex, who flinches, body going still but all Chelle does is remove the gag, letting it drop to the floor.

"Alex?"
"Yes. Um." Nodding, struggling somewhat, turning slightly so she's looking more at Chelle, less at me. "Chelle."

Not shouting, screaming. No anger, instead her voice is small, respectful and quiet. Which has me wondering just how much power an institution like this grants it's Prefects?

"Form?"
"Oh." Flinching, visibly. Chelle's tone like a harsh bark. Commanding. "Nine. F."
"Teacher?"
"Miss Foxe. Chelle. She's maths."
"I know what Miss Foxe fucking teaches."
"Yes." Squirming, biting her lip. "Sorry."

"I should keep you here all afternoon." Shaking her head, voice and tone a loaded threat. "Teach you some damn manners. Girl."
"Yes. Chelle." Head bowed. "Whatever you think best."
"Oh." Smile leaking through, and like me she's probably noticed Alex's- conscious or otherwise -flexing, very obviously pushing her large bust out towards Chelle.

Possibly by way of apology.

"You're cute." Nodding. "Definitely." Musing, to herself as though nobody else's opinion matters, which I suppose it doesn't.

"But." Gesturing to me, and her words proving the fact of my being very much Alex's prize, her reward. "Far be it for me to take what you clearly found. So."

Stepping in, Alex going slack as Chelle works at the ropes, freeing her. Helping Alex down off the drawer unit.

"One." Waving a hand at Alex, up and down. "Take that shit off."
"Yes. Chelle." Reaching up to loosen her tie. "Right away."
"Good." And for a moment I imagine, assume Chelle will stay, just to watch Alex strip.

Some kind of reward of her own?

But no, stepping towards and opening the door, turning to face the room once half stepped out.

"And lock this fucking door."
"Yes. Che-"

Cut off by the door, the solid thud as it swings shut. Alex, already down to her bra, my shirt and tie tossed into a corner, like trash, already hurrying to click her lock into place.

Turning to lean back against the wood, almost a repeat of slightly earlier only this time she's dressed in a half lace bra and my leggings, my boots.

Letting out a breath, looking at me as I look back and.

What now?

Alex wants to talk, again. She wants (A) me to explain why, even though I don't know why. Which should make for an interesting conversation.

Alex might (B) gag me, immediately. Talking whilst she strips off the last of mine, putting hers back on.

Or (C) Tasha shows up, after I'm gagged but before Alex can strip, or change. Tasha wants to know why Chelle was leaving the room a moment ago.

C: Everyone needs to know about Chelle and how she didn't claim the Tower Hill Girl as her prize, there is something going on and Chelle is in the fishbowl stirring up the water .

C

They completely ignore the struggling pleading girl on the bed.

Its gotta be C.

Unanimous: C

Writing now.

017.

"Alone again."
"Yes." Watching, small strain at the ropes, an outward display of my helplessness and frustration because.

"Thing is. Sammy." Coming toward me, crossing the small room and bending as she comes, scooping up the scarf without slowing. "I am curious. Truly." Climbing up onto the bed, kneeling atop me, legs either side.

Straddling me, Alex appearing to tower, her half exposed- lace bra clad, but she's packing E cups so they're quite prominent. Jutting off her like twin hills.

"I would like to know why you told the truth. Only." A shrug, leaning in and giving me no choice.

Because fighting back isn't a choice, I'm too tightly secured to do anything save lay here, and take it.

Pressing the scarf against my lips, sliding the purple wool, the knot, inside moments later as I open wide. Being good. Alex leaning in, giving me a not unpleasant face full of her breasts, knotting the scarf behind me.

Standing, climbing off the bed and flashing me a smile.

"Not right now."
"Rrrsssddggg." I moan back, body tensing, limbs tugging at the four ropes binding me into this splayed out on show pose. "Fffpppfffmmm sssgggmm-."

Sudden knock at the door silencing me, Alex stopping too, back at the wardrobe hands just now hooked into the waistband of my leggings.

That she's wearing.

Glancing down at herself, at the door.

A second knocking, insistent and with a small shake of her head Alex approaches the door. Opening it a crack which to me seems foolish, inviting trouble.

Door swinging wide moments later, Alex stepping back as Tasha advances into the room, casually kicking the door closed behind her, reaching back to click the lock as though it were her room.

Gaze switching from Alex: stood off to one side, close to but not quite pressed against the wall, hands behind her and dressed in my leggings and boots, still. Her bra.

Tasha's eyes taking me in, almost lingering, her gaze like a tickle making me fidget. Exposed in bra and cotton pants, spread tied to Alex's single bed. Gagged.

"Alex."
"Tasha." A nod, respectful which goes further towards reinforcing my notion of the Prefect/girl dynamic here.

"Is this." Waving a hand across the room, encompassing both me and Alex. "What is this?"
"What?" Actually jumping, slightly as though shocked by a low current. "I...."

Looking down at herself, wearing half of my clothes. Looking at me, wearing what's left of my clothes.

Looking at Tasha, shaking her head.

"Tasha?"
"Did you strip her?"
"Yes." Small smile, which I notice Tasha see, smiling herself although Alex- looking at the floor, respectful -doesn't.

"Tried on her uniform."
"I...." Mouth working, like searching options, trying out different reasons. Excuses.

"Well?"
"Yes. Tasha." Fidgeting. "I wanted to se-"
"-Where's the other one?"
"Other." Confused, Tasha's rapid change throwing Alex off. "One?"
"Your friend."
"Oh." Nodding. "Erika. She's," looking at the door, "gone. Tasha."
"Wanted the prize all to yourself?"
"No. I."

Shrugging, and still looking down so Alex completely misses Tasha's smile. Smirk.

"And you haven't been disturbed?"
"No."
"I. See."

Looking at me, at the door and I tense, but internally this time, seeing the anger bubble up onto Tasha's face.

"So I suppose. Alex." Snap in her voice on Alex's name, making my captor flinch. "That Chelle, who I just saw fucking leaving and no you'll shut the fuck up."

Voice rising as she almost shouts the last half dozen words, Alex's mouth snapping shut on whatever protest or appeal she'd been about to attempt.

"Good." Taking a breath. Calming down voice smoother, quieter to match. "I saw Chelle leaving. Alex. And yet you haven't been disturbed?"

Waiting, staring at Alex who, perhaps wisely, perhaps missing her opportunity, doesn't speak.

Tasha nodding, continuing.

"So I can only assume you wanted her here? Wanted that fucking Pyre slut in my building?"
"No. Tasha." Finding her voice, head shaking so hard it's swear it'll snap. "Never."

"Well, then." Staring at me, the attention forceful enough to make me squirm, as though Tasha can see through my bra, my pants.

"What are we going to do about all this?"

What indeed?

Maybe Alex finds some anger of her own, tired of being pushed around by two Prefects in as many minutes and (A) overpowers Tasha, binding her ontop of me, face to gagged face.

Or the reverse (B) that Tasha binds Alex, stripping my uniform back off her.

Or quite possibly all hell is about to break loose. I might (C) somehow and finally escape the ropes just as Chelle barges back into the room, in which case it's most likely war, and a whole raft of choices.

C would be great but I have a feeling its to much to ask for. Seeing 2 Perfect Prefects having a Hissy Fit, fighting it out and both being tied up by Alex, Erica, and Sammy who joined together to teach the Prefects a lesson.

Definetly C. Let's go for Chaos

Hoped it would be C, good work and thank you both.

018.

"About. Um...." Alex, glancing across at me but there's no help from this quarter. I'm bound, gagged.

What kind of help could I possibly be?

"Do about what." Licking her lips, nervousness obvious. "Tasha?"
"About your apparent friendship with that fucking Pyre bitch." Half smile on her face, and like Chelle it appears Tasha relishes the conflict.

Prefects, throwing their authority around.

"But we aren't-"
"-Friends?" Raised eyebrow, actually laughing as Alex shakes her head. "Is that because she's."

Sudden shift in tone, from serious gone to playful, shift to menace.

"More, then a friend?"
"What?" Coming out half choked. "You." Swallowing, taking a step back as Tasha stares at her. "Think, I'm...?"
"No." And back to flat deadpan. "I don't think you'd be stupid enough."

"But Chelle is-"
"-Is."

Like a magic trick, the worst kind of magic because I'm pretty certain the only outcomes here are bad. Chelle, like the genie you don't want, didn't summon but can't banish back into whatever hell she crawled out of.

Chelle, in the room door closing quietly behind her, some kind of keycard already being stowed and I suppose the Prefect cards must open every door.

"What?" Sparing no more then a glance for us who no longer matter, merest hint of a smile as her gaze sweeps bound me and half- almost -naked Alex. Smile dropping off by the time she makes it around to Tasha. Glaring back. "Tasha?"

Glaring, and maybe it's an old argument, a long history of competition and you stole but no you ruined first? Being a Prefect means year eleven, which means Tasha and Chelle have been at St Christopher's over four years now, which is a lot of time for hatred to bubble up and grow, to spread.

Distracted though, me, by a scratching at my wrist. Fingernails rubbing at skin and when I tear my eyes off the rapidly sinking towards all out nuclear war confrontation across the room.

I find Alex, who having shuffled silenty closer has just finished picking apart my wrist knot.

Is staring at me, silently, trying to communicate. Something? Without words.

Catching my eye and- deliberately, maybe -glancing over at the Prefects. Now standing almost nose to nose, still not even talking. Mouths pressed to twin thin lines, eyes narrowed as though the better to target.

Alex, when I look back at her, flashing me a small smile. Hope? Before stepping towards my nearest foot, beginning to work on my ankle binding. And, right, okay. Can't promise and she hasn't asked, anyway. But I reach across, beginning quickly, but quietly to pick at my remaining wrist rope as.

"Bitch."
"Slut."
"Always where you're not wanted."
"Fuck you talking about." Glancing up, seeing Tasha spread her arms wide. "This is my house. Chelle." The name spat out. "Why don't you piss off back to Pyre."
"Fucking." Actual, finally, contact. Chelle pushing Tasha, making the black haired goth stumble back against the wall. "Make me."

And it all comes apart.

But.

Who do I help? Because, outsider, I can tip the scales here, be one of two left free, standing tall over two bound and gagged St Christopher's girls.

So, who stands beside me, free, at the end?

Do I (A) side with Alex, despite she bound and gagged me? Or (B) hope that Tasha is the less angry Prefect, as she seemed before Chelle showed up. Or (C) am I taking a chance on Chelle, because to be fair it wasn't Pyre girls who kidnapped me.

To be completely clear.

You're voting on who ISN'T bound.

Time Sammy got free, time we move the story out of Alex's bedroom. But.

Who ISN'T bound in the coming fight. Who, out of the three, moves forward with Sammy?

I say A. Alex did free you in the end, so why not side with her.

A. The Underdogs need to rise up and overthrow the 2 Perfect Prefects that need to be brought down, tie em up so an ALL OUT NUCLEAR WAR doesnt start.

Ill mix it up and go with C.

Left it a day, and no new votes. So.

A, going with that.

019.

The Prefects collide, Tasha launching herself at Chelle, landing a gut punch, and a second before stepping back, watching as Chelle folds up, leg's gone, collapsing like a tall building laced with charges. Folding in on herself.

Chelle, crumpling to the floor.

"You." Not even looking, Tasha, outflung arm, fingers clicking as she points vaguely towards me, and Alex still standing beside the bed. "Watch her."
"Yes."

Voice wavering, nervous but Tasha doesn't hear or doesn't care. Alex glancing at still gagged but rapidly becoming free me, tugging and finally managing to loosen the bindings on my second wrist, only one ankle still pinned to the bed.

Sudden flurry of motion from towards the door: Tasha. Tripped? By Chelle, collapsing atop the floor prone girl and- again -knocking the wind from her. The whole devolving into unseen grunts and spat curses.

Fighting.

Going on for long enough I'm able to completely free myself, to sit up just as Tasha stands up, apparently triumphant.

Alex throwing herself at the Prefect.

Losing, fast.

"Sammy." Eyes finding mine, pleading with them and in her tone, Tasha having locked her into some kind of death like choke hold, likely the same as she applied to Chelle, who appears to be out cold on the floor.

"Please."

Looking at her, at them both, fighting but Alex losing, slowly being forced down onto her knees, Tasha grinning. Far too pleased with herself and.

You know what, fuck her.

There's no way I can sneak past the two of them, so, I pick a side.

And Tasha can't stand against the two of us, because yes she's strong, but we aren't weak. And we aren't coordinated, but we are united in the common ground: that neither of us wants to be a Prefects bitch.

Following Alex's lead, her room, her school and I know that's no defence but whatever. Piling in and together we succeed in stripping Tasha, left in her bra and pants which you'd swear was becoming a theme.

Together we force and push and shove, and somehow I manage to pin Tasha down, far too busy spitting and cursing us both, too busy fighting Alex for control of her limbs to realise that until she shakes me off, she has no control.

And then, suddenly it seems she's tied, a mirror of me, on her back and stretched to the corners of the bed, each limb pinned by a separate rope, Tasha's body splayed out and pulled tight. Going nowhere.

Sounds coming from the floor, Chelle, stirring. Alex and me exchanging a glance and it really wouldn't be a good thing for Chelle to wake up and not be bound.

So, we act. Quickly, dragging and mostly throwing Chelle up onto the bed, stripping her too for no other reason then why not. Binding her differently: legs and arms pinned together, an I as opposed Tasha's X, but laid atop the other Prefect, the two of them bust to bra clad bust.

Gagging them as a final, evil, touch. Using a roll of thick tape Alex produces from, somewhere? Wrapping it around their heads at mouth level, pinning Tasha to Chelle and Chelle to Tasha, forcing their lips to lock. Forced intimacy in these two girls who seem to hate each other so very much.

And if they ever get out I am so very dead.

Dressing, taking what Alex hands me and not questioning the why, which seems obvious anyway, to me: a St Christopher's white shirt and black skirt, long socks underneath my reclaimed boots. Red tie knotted and honestly I think my uniform is still in the corner?

I just don't bother checking.

Leaving, together, ignoring the various grunts and muffled cursing from the bed, the groaning of springs as the two Prefects begin struggling. Alex and me walk out, closing the door.

Resisting the urge to stay and watch, to loiter and enjoy what's sure to be quite the interesting show.

Leaving. But where do we go?

Off campus to play it safe (A) and having shown me hers, wouldn't it be polite of me, to show Alex my room?

Or maybe we've both got a death wish and (B) head for the library, to talk in hushed tones about what happened, what might happen next.

Apologies for the severe delay, so much for regular updates

Life, getting in the way. And I can't promise to be as swift, so instead I may try writing longer chapters. Likely some will be longer, some still in the theme of what we've been doing, shorter, you having ALL the choice.

Either way, thanks for reading, for voting.

A

A. I think it might be a good idea for both girls, Sammy and Alex, to dissappear for awhile, meantime letting Tasha and Chelle try to get out of their little t(r)ying problem.

I agree so A.

A for me too

A, thank you all

020.

"Did you...."

Transfixed, and we really should be gone. I don't belong here after all, not in this school and not in this uniform.

But I. We, can't tear our eyes away.

Standing in the doorway to Alex's room, Alex beside me, close enough I can smell her and that fact, the close by scent of another girl only serving to enhance the sight before us.

We're victors you see, of a brief war, a struggle for dominance that flared up inside Alex's room, a four way tussle: Alex, me, and two Prefects, older girls.

Tasha, black haired and something of the goth about her. And redhead Chelle, both Prefects fitting the slender curvy mould, busty.

We won, and the Prefects lost. The forfeit: that we stripped both down to bra and pants, tied them to Alex's bed. Tasha below, body splayed out limbs spread wide, and Chelle above, chest pressed to Tasha's chest and instead of an X, Chelle has been made an I, limbs straight.

Neither wanted this, of course. But somehow we made it happen, the exact details unimportant now the deed is done.

And us making to leave, wanting to escape because there's every chance the Prefects will escape.

Forefront of my thoughts being the fact none of this, the crazy run of events so far, nothing happening is up to me, and therefore it's entirely possible Chelle and Tasha will escape.

And seek vengeance.

Because you'd like that, wouldn't you?

So we left, with the background noise of the bound girls waking up, spitting and cursing, struggling. Time to go.

Except by the time we reached the door they weren't cursing, not so much.

We gagged them, using tape to press and lock lips to lips, wrapping layer upon layer around both girls head, forcing contact which can't be broken so long as they remain bound.

Standing in the doorway then, unable to look away from the completely unexpected sight of our two bound losers, making out. Kissing and moaning, a low sound, and still at least appearing to struggle, but less in a manner that describes escape. Pleasure, in some way or form, being had. And they'd appeared to hate each other so much before the fight, yet.

Sometimes the people you hate the most are your ex partners.

"Did you know?"
"How would I...?" Whispering back, turning to stare at me. Blinking.

Shutting the door.

Alex setting the pace, choosing direction and this isn't my school, not my dorm house. I'd only get us lost. Stopping when Alex stops, and after the second instance of walking into her, feeling my hand grasped and we make better time, easier to go and stop in sync with the shared contact.

Stepping out into the sun, a welcome wash of fresh air, slightly cooling breeze after the stuffiness of inside. Still holding hands, looking down and blinking at the fact, easy to forget.

Letting go and Alex glancing down now, flexing her hand and looking surprised.

"So?"
"Fucked if I know." Snorting a laugh, sweeping arm gesture all around. "This isn't my school."
"No." Nodding, looking around herself: the other dorms, school sports fields and buildings, surrounding us and I fail to surpress a shiver.

Enemy territory, and there's nobody in sight, right now, but I feel exposed out here, fidgeting, picturing myself blown large and magnified in a snipers scope.

"What?"
"Can we leave?"
"But." Reaching out to flick the tie knotted loosely- I never seal my shirts all the way up -around my collar. "You're in disguise, Sammy?"

And she isn't wrong. The, tie, not my tie. My own uniform- and how am I going to explain that one over family dinner later -is back in Alex's room, blue shirt and yellow tie, black leggings. I've managed to keep my boots, at least, black knee length lace ups. Instead I'm wearing Alex's spare, or a combination of, plus Chelle's and Tasha's. I couldn't say?

A St Christopher's uniform though: white shirt paired with a blood red tie, yellow cross prominent on the front at the base. Black skirt, elasticated waist and stupidly short as all school skirts seem to be. Plus knee high black socks which just about poke out the tops of my boots, far more visible on Alex, wearing black and pink Adidas.

"Yes." Fingering the tie myself. "But I still feel exposed."
"I'll keep you safe."
"Like you've kept me safe so far?"
"Well...." Seesawing a hand, smiling at the teasing, my tone sliding away from serious.

And if not for the Prefects an argument could be made for Alex as a safe keeper, of me. Having found me tightly bound, gagged, she'd conveyed me from the woods to her school, and I wasn't harmed in the process.

Nor did anything wrong occur in her room, so long as being stripped of my uniform doesn't count as unsafe.

And it kind of doesn't? Because what's so dangerous about stripping, being splayed out and stared at on some other girls bed, wearing nothing but grey cotton pants and a bra?

"We don't need." Emphasising the word. "To stay here, do we?" Taking her hand and giving a small tug, setting off towards where I recall the front gates being. "It's not as though I've got classes after all."
"No." Thoughtful. "Guess not."
"Though if you do?"
"Do what?"
"Have classes?"
"And miss out on all the fun?"

Smiling at me, infectious enough I smile back.

"So we leave."
"Well...."
"Oh," Stopping, in the shade of the sports hall, muted sound of girls playing- I think -hockey within. Turning on Alex and giving her a playful push.

"This is not the time to be asking questions, Alex."
"No?"
"Fuck off." A second push, catching her out and Alex stumbling back, hitting the wall and I laugh, and she tuts at me.

"Let's leave." Hearing something like a whisper even whilst speaking, seeing Alex glancing up, blinking at the sky. Hearing it too.

"We can go-"
"-To yours. Yes, okay." Nodding, holding out a hand which I take, pulling her off the wall, out of the slight downwards slope, the path a raised thing, shallow grass slope separating it from the hall.

Pulling me to a halt as I set off, pointing left when I'd been heading right.

"Gap in the fence."
"Sneaking out." I nod. "Sounds better."
"Better then being caught."
"Better then winding up back on your bed."
"Hey." Her turn to push me, a playful punch to the shoulder. "I didn't hear you complaining."
"That's because I was gagged."
"And very cute you looked too."

Mouth dropping open moments later, blushing, which is fine since I'm blushing too.

Passing the journey mostly in silence. Sticking mostly side by side but no longer holding hands, walking, Alex nominally in the lead since none of this is familiar, until it is.

"Taking us towards town?"
"Yeah I," stopping, turning to shrug at me. "don't know the area too well. I'm not from around here."
"No." Frowning at the road, shops on either side and plenty of people, feeling somewhat exposed and obvious: two schoolgirls very much not in school.

Do the police stop and ask, do you get into trouble, if you're seen?

"This way."
"Okay."
"I think."
"More chance you being right then me." A shrug, and onwards only now it's Alex following me.

Taking at least two wrong turns, neither of which I comment on and neither of which Alex notices. Not from around here. Finding my road, my house through trial and error. No cars on the driveway, curtains open but there's an empty look to it.

"I expect you live someplace larger?" Fingering my key, looking at the small mid terrace, not the nicest of estates, car sat on blocks on the road outside next door, no front gardens everything seeming pressed together, even the road appearing narrow.

"I guess." Standing beside me, passing no further comment which is good, not feeling in the mood to compare anyway.

Inside. Fetching drinks from the kitchen, glass of water each and plenty of ice from the freezer. There's always ice in the freezer, even in winter. Alex following me upstairs, shoes still on, following me into my bedroom.

Small, like her dorm only less well kept, messier. But it's my space and I love it. Single bed across one wall, wardrobe at the foot but positioned sideways, length pressed against the same wall. No desk, but I've got a bookcase beside the window, and a tatty blue armchair underneath it, for working or reading. Posters adorn the walls, a world map with pins stuck in, actual string linking the pins to newspaper cuttings of those places.

Because one day I want to travel, for work. Somehow.

"We're here then."
"In my room." Which suddenly feels too small with Alex in it, her scent again wafting close, invading. Watching her fidget, no longer definitely in charge of the situation, the game, both the setting and even possibly the rules, all changed.

Or has it?

Might be I (A) came all the way here, only to let Alex talk me into letting her tie me up, in my room. Or she might surrender, making a joke of the fact (B) hands raised and 'okay I'll come quietly' and so forth, like a game.

Or maybe my room is too small, and since Alex is the same- rough -size as me, we (C) change into casual clothes and go back out.