Stories of Tie Up Games

Tue Jul 06, 2010 7:32 pm

Thanks for the good words! I just finished the text of the tale, so I'll post up a new chapter, in which there are a few "Changes in Fortune" for our TUGgers...
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26 Changes of Fortune

“Where’s Lizzie?” Aisha quizzed as she and Abbie finally returned from Serenity’s bedroom to find one fewer bound captive than when they had ascended.

“Spoilsport Lizzie didn’t want to play so Cora untied her,” Serenity grumped from her place on the floor. “I think she went home to sulk. It’ll be more fun without her anyway!”

“Just means more ropes for Aisha, doesn’t it?” Abbie snickered

“Not just for me!” Aisha reproved with a sickly grin at her friend while Serenity giggled and Cora nervously fingered the ropes in her hands…
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“I—I’ll—I’ll”—

“Do what, kid?” one of the masked men sneered as they closed in on a Lizzie unknowingly cowering herself into a corner. “Scream? Call the cops?”

“Yes!” Lizzie retorted, attempting a measure of bravado which singularly failed to impress the two home invaders. “You better just get out of here right now!”

“Not ‘till we get what we want, kid!” the other giggled, sending a timorous chill down Lizzie’s spine. And just what is it they want?…

“Look—please”—she whimpered, her attempt at bravado abandoned—

“Now listen, kid,” the first one interrupted, guessing at what was racing across the girl’s mind, “we’re just after a little bit of payday here. You behave yourself, and we’ll be out of here before you know it, and nobody hurt, get it?” And only then did Lizzie see what they were carrying from downstairs—

“You—you’re going to tie me up, aren’t you?” she bleated, her back pressed against the kitchen corner she had managed to back herself into. “So you can”—

“Just so you stay out of our way, kid, and so you don’t do anything stupid like call the cops on us. You just sit still for a while, and after we’re gone you’ll get yourself loose sooner or later, when we’re good and gone, and you can go untie your sisters and your buddy up on the hillside.”

“You mean, you have Lana and Leslie too?” Lisbeth squeaked.

“They ain’t hurt, kid, just tied up with that Mabrey chick while we take care of business. You just behave yourself, there’s no reason for anybody to get hurt.”

“Please,” she begged, her hands clasped before her, “you don’t have to tie me up! I’ll just”—

“You’ll just do what I tell you, kid!” the first one snapped, reaching out to her—seizing her wrist—

“No! Please!” she squealed as the man dragged her into the center of the room while the other masked intruder seized a kitchen chair and pulled it also to the center of the room. “You don’t have to”—

“Just sit down and shut up, kid!” her captor growled as he flung Lizzie bodily into the chair; with one hand on one of her wrists, he continued to admonish her as he seized the other wrist and dragged them together behind the back of the chair. “The quicker you let us get to our business, the sooner we get out of here and let you get yourself untied, but for now, just sit down and shut up!” He found that Lizzie’s long, slender arms just reached each other behind the seat back…

“I—I’ll be good—just please”—

“Don’t you ever shut up, girl?” the second one complained while his companion wrapped rope around Lizzie’s pinioned wrists. He had cunningly pinned Lizzie’s wrists together back-to-back, and the coils of rope around them helped pull them as tightly together as he could manage, to Lizzie’s whimpering discomfort. “You’re getting tied up, so just shut your stupid trap about it!” Now, as Lizzie struggled feebly against the ropes around her wrists, the second captor plied more rope around Lizzie’s ankles, quickly binding them together, then tying the tail end of the rope to the crossbar between the chair legs, pulling her legs beneath her. “Now,” he snapped as he rose again to his feet, “are you going to keep your yap shut or do we have to stuff a gag down your mouth?”

“Please”—she ventured in one more timorous squeak—

“And that’s our answer!” number one scolded as his eyes fell upon a small kitchen towel hanging on a rack at the end of the counter. “Chicks are all the same, they never shut up even when you tell ‘em to!”

“No—I’ll shut up”—she squeaked as the man approached her with the towel wadded in his hand—“Please, no—not thmmmt! Nnnnmm!” she cried as her plea was cut short by the towel how pressed heavily into her mouth. She tried to shake her head away from the man’s hand as he continued to press fold after fold of the towel between her wide-spread lips, but his other hand held her head still. Soon she shuddered as the cloth tickled dangerously at her uvula, and the man, deciding she would not be able to expel the towel, stood up and let the end of the towel dangle from her overstuffed, wide-open mouth. She whimpered and weakly tossed her head again…

“She might get herself loose before we’re done, dude,” the second pointed out to number one.

“I can fix that,” number one replied easily. “There’s more rope downstairs. You pick out what you want to take while I finish up this kid here.” Lizzie stared wide-eyed as he descended back into the basement of her soon-to-be-looted home…
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Hannah and Tricia suppressed their rabid giggles as the last of Tricia’s ropes fell away from her at Hannah’s hand. Maggie was still preoccupied with her computer…

“What are you two guys doing?” Maggie demanded wryly as she finally noticed the silence in the bedroom. “Hannah,” she teased with a twinkling giggle, “you promised me you wouldn’t make out with Trish while she was tied”—and only then did she half-turn to see her sister Hannah and her mostly-naked friend Tricia standing menacingly behind her seat—“Uh-oh,” she gaped with a hint of cringing smile on her face. “I take it I’m the next one to do a video?” The skimpy black camisole nightie in Hannah’s hand was a very strong hint of her sister’s intentions…

“Chris will adore you for it!” Tricia smiled dangerously, the ropes in her hand. This could be interesting, Maggie gulped to herself as she took the nightie and nervously changed…
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“Rock—paper—scissors—shoot!” Cora, Serenity, and Charity watched as Abbie and Aisha put out their choices—

“Paper covers rock!” Abbie chortled as Aisha cringed in defeat—

“Best two out of three?” Aisha peeped. Even Charity smirked—

“You lost, Aisha!” Serenity scolded. “Just shut up and take your punishment! Ready, Cora Lee?” Cora gulped again while Aisha sighed and turned her back to Cora—

“I guess I’m first, then,” Aisha smirked, presenting her hands behind her back to Cora. “Have fun, Cora!” The ragged breath which escaped Cora’s lips suggested that she would indeed have fun…
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Lizzie goggled as the man returned with his hands full of rope and other various ligatures. All for me! I’ll never get myself untied!… “Nnnnmmph!” she pleaded through her gagged lips—

“This kind of stuff’s all over the place!” he giggled to his friend, busily unhooking the Blu-Ray player in the living room, just out of Lizzie’s sight. “Ropes and scarves and belts and all sorts of stuff! What were you girls doing anyway? Tying each other up or something?” Lizzie’s face involuntarily flushed—“So you were!” he chortled. “I woulda liked to watch that! Tied-up chicks all over the place! Well anyway,” he giggled, standing over Lisbeth and setting most of the pile aside on the floor, “this’ll keep you tied nice and tight to that chair, kid, so you don’t go getting any crazy ideas.”

“Pmmz”—

“First, to make sure you stay sitting down in that chair!” he admonished, and soon Lizzie was forced down in her seat by a half-dozen coils of rope across her thighs and the chair’s seat. She whimpered at the new binding, only to have her upper body pinned to the chair back by the same expedient, another long rope wrapped several times around her tummy and chest and the chair back, stopping only just below her shoulders. She winced as the tightened ropes pinched her chest… “And let’s make sure you can’t wiggle those hands loose too soon!” Against her whimpered plea to desist, he tied another long rope between her elbows, pinning her even harder against the chair back, then tied another rope through the bound wrists and over her lap, pinning her tied hands to the seat back. For good measure, he added a rope from her wrists to the crossbar between the chair legs. When finally he was finished, Lizzie could hardly move, much less escape…
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It was now Maggie’s turn to find herself spreadeagled supine to her bed yet again, Hannah binding her ankles to the footboard while Tricia, bent over her, tied Maggie’s slender wrists to the sides of the headboard. Maggie wouldn’t even pretend to not enjoy it, except for—

“Trish,” she muttered as Tricia leaned over her to finish tying her hands, “the very least you could do is keep your big fat boobs out of my face! I do bite, you know!” Tricia hadn’t yet taken the time to get back in her nightclothes…

“You’re just jealous,” Trish taunted with a giggle, “because I’m a c-cup and you’re only an a-cup!”

“B--cup, you liar!” Maggie grumped as Trish ostentatiously took her time fixing the last knot around Maggie’s far wrist, making sure to dangle her sumptuous bosom in Maggie’s face again as she did so—

“Hey!” Trish yelped, suddenly jumping back from the side of the bed—

Maggie giggled with a delighted twinkle in her black southern-Italian eyes as she quickly withdrew her mouth from Tricia’s unguarded breast, “And I not only bite, sometimes I lick, too! You forget I’m from San Francisco,” she teased as her friend’s face flushed red, “and we’re all perverts! So now are you gonna push those boobs of yours into my face?”

“Only after I stuff a gag in your mouth!” Trish shot back, perfectly concealing her true reaction to Maggie’s teasing tongue…
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Lizzie had only one means of rescue left after having been thoroughly tied to the kitchen chair. While the two men industriously picked clean the Morgan family entertainment center, she industriously prodded with her tongue at the towel gagging her, the only part of her not completely restrained. Millimeter by millimeter, she had pushed back the towel’s invading presence in her mouth. Now, as the men prepared to finally gather up their loot and leave, she felt the towel begin to fall away from her lips—

Mister Mistoffelees

Sat Jul 10, 2010 8:45 pm

Dreadnaught, sir, thanks for the good words! I do my best to please!...

Zaphod, old bean, always good to see you! But you might be a little bit premature as regards Lizzie...in any case, our burglars are after some "Moving Targets" in this Chapter 27--read and enjoy!...
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27 Moving Targets

“Oh, no no no, kiddo!” Number One chuckled as he spotted the towel beginning to fall out of Lizzie’s mouth. “Way too soon!” he chided as he stuffed the thick towel back between Lizzie’s lips. “We’re going to be well out of here before you get yourself untied or get help, so in it goes again!”

“Pmmz!” Lizzie pleaded through her gag, all to no avail as Number Two selected a long terry-cloth bathrobe belt from the pile and wrapped it over the excess towel hanging from her mouth, effectively sealing her gag in place. “Nnnph!”

“Say,” Number Two mused as he knotted off Lizzie’s gag, “remember what that other Morgan kid said about not hurting them? And all these ropes and stuff from the basement?” Number One shrugged. “Anyone want to bet that the Mabrey kids are playing the same game over at their house?” Which elicited a despairing squeal from helpless Lizzie…

“We should only be that lucky!” Number One mused, then turned toward their wriggling captive. “So what about it, kiddo? We gonna find your little buddies playing tie-up games over there across the road?” Lizzie hesitated, not quite sure how—or whether—to answer—“I’ll take that as a yes!” he giggled, picking up the extra ligatures. “There was some duct tape down in the basement, bud,” he instructed his colleague. “Bring that along in case we need it. Now, we got all three Morgans and one of the Mabreys, which leaves two Mabreys at their house, the younger two, I think.” Number Two agreed as he trotted down the basement stairs. For her part, Lizzie restrained her instinct to hint that they were wrong about how many people were currently at the Mabrey house—it might catch these crooks by surprise, she congratulated herself as she sat perfectly still in order to not clue the two burglars in on their mistake…
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Aisha, kneeling beside the overstuffed chair in the basement lounge, found herself getting into the spirit of the game being played in the Mabrey basement, mostly by allowing herself to imagine that her young classmate and swain Tucker Logan was the devilish villain tying her hands behind her back palm-to-palm. It was a vision helped immensely by the blindfold she had talked Cora into tying over her eyes at the outset of her turn as Cora’s victim, which allowed Aisha in her dark little world to pretend that it was her diminutive, mousy, bespectacled little bookworm of a boyfriend making her his captive. That in itself was quite a stretch for Aisha’s imagination, for poor Tucker, as thoroughly drowned in his wide-eyed puppy-love for Aisha as he was, was so terrified of doing or saying the wrong thing and offending his bespectacled, olive-complected Anglo-Egyptian goddess that he had still not progressed beyond asking permission to hold her hand, much less being so bold as to do anything like tie her up! Oh well, Aisha dreamed to herself behind her blindfold as Cora bound her wrists behind her back, perhaps with a little coaxing, I might be able to convince him to…

“Is that all right?” Cora peeped, interrupting Aisha’s reverie. Oh botheration, Cora! Can’t a girl dream a little?… “Not too tight?”

“No,” Aisha replied, dutifully twisting her bound wrists to test the strength of her bonds and finding herself rather securely bound. “I’m fine, thank you.”

“Except for wishing it was Tucker tying you up, right Aysh?” she heard Abbie giggle—she felt her face flush hot—

“Ooh,” Serenity chortled, “so Aisha has a boyfriend she wants to tie her up? Make her his prisoner of love?”

“Serenity!” Aisha spluttered, wishing her hands were untied so she could throttle her snorting neighbor—

“You ought to have Tucker Logan up for a play date!” Abbie teased, with Serenity traitorously chortling along—

“As long as you and your boyfriend provide the ropes, Serenity!” Aisha shot back, and by the sudden stammer in Serenity’s laughter Aisha could imagine how red Serenity’s face was…
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Tricia had been as good as her word, knotting another scarf and gagging Maggie with it while Hannah looked on with a smirking grin and the camera. She hadn’t let Tricia, still to wriggle back into her nightie, know that the camera was already on. Give Chris Howland a little bonus, she smiled…

“Well now,” Trish giggled as she stood above a languidly wriggling Maggie O’Hara, “what shall we do next for dear Chris?” She spotted a convenient pair of scissors… “Since you have such a thing for boobs, Miss Pervie Girl…” And Maggie goggled…
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“No one in the living room,” Number One whispered to Number Two, both staring into the empty room through the windows. “Maybe they’re all in bed.”

“No parents around,” Number Two reminded Number One. “Would you have just gone to bed when you were their age?” One shrugged in agreement with Two’s point… “How about the basement?”

“No harm in checking,” One agreed, and the two invaders fairly tiptoed around the side of the house…
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This is getting nowhere, Leslie sighed as she continued her attempts to wriggle her way toward her sister’s phone. The tight hogtie allowed her to move herself only by inches, and since Leslie lay to Lana’s left and the phone was in Lana’s right jeans pocket, Leslie calculated miserably that she might make it around to the right place by approximately daybreak, by which time she figured the whole house would be fairly stripped to the bare walls. At least being on my side gives my chest a break…
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Ted Parker usually insisted that his daughters drive the speed limit or less, but the image of his bride on Krysten’s cell provoked him to set aside that one particular rule. Krysten was only too happy to oblige…
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Tying Aisha’s ankles was easy even for a nervous-fingered Cora, struggling to control her excitement at her position. She had always found Abbie and Serenity attractive in their own very differing ways, and while she considered Charity a good bit too young, blossoming young Aisha had certain charms of her own… With her first prisoner securely bound, Cora apologetically removed the blindfold from Aisha’s eyes, to a wry pout from her young friend. “Now I can’t dream about Tucker anymore!” she teased as Cora obligingly replaced Aisha’s strong glasses on her delicate nose. While her eyesight had improved over the past year, Aisha was still nearly blind without her specs…

“Don’t be selfish, Aisha!” Serenity tittered from her place. “We only have the one blindfold down here, and Abbie would like to fantasize about Jaden for a while, right Abbie?”

“It helps!” Abbie agreed, obligingly turning on her knees to put her back to Cora and placing her hands behind her back after Cora gently tied the cloth over Abbie’s blue eyes.

“If she needs any help with that fantasizing, Cora,” Serenity giggled as Cora began to tie Abbie’s wrists crossed over each other, “just swat her butt a couple times like Jaden did! That’ll help her fantasize!”

“Oh,” Abbie teased back, “and did she do that for you too? Oh, I forgot—you like switches better! Do me a favor, Cora—check and see if Serenity’s butt still has switch marks on it!”

“Do you mind, Abbie?” Serenity retorted, gulping at the consternation on Cora’s honest face and the implication that Cora might indeed do just what Abbie had suggested. “Everybody can just leave my butt alone!”

“All except for Joey!” Aisha chortled, enjoying Serenity’s next fevered blush…

“You just wait ‘till I meet this Tucker Logan!” Serenity teased back. “I’ll tell him a few things!”
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“Don’t worry!” Trish mockingly soothed Maggie as the scissors cut away the thin straps to Maggie’s black camisole nightie, then were steered straight down Maggie’s long lithe core, “I’m good for a new one, Maggs! Besides, isn’t it worth it to raise your boyfriend’s spirits?”

“As well as other things!” Hannah snorted a laugh into her hand. “Tell me, sis, is it true about that correlation between foot size and “—

“Hnn-nph!” Maggie shrieked back her sister’s name in gag-muted indignation. Not in time to keep both Hannah and Tricia from nearly doubling over with laughter…

“And speaking of size,” Tricia sniggered to keep up Maggie’s humiliation, “are you sure you’re not an a-cup, Maggs, ‘cause in that position you’re as flat as”—

“Be nice, Trish,” Hannah cautioned with a snigger of her own. “After all, some of us got boobs and others got brains!” She beamed at her bridling friend, who understood Hannah’s gibe perfectly—“And some of us,” she winked, shimmying a little to emphasize her point, “got both!”

“Oh, you’ll get something, all right!” Trish smirked back. Both indeed!…
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Numbers One and Two grinned at the scene playing out before their eyes in the basement window. Five young chicks—but four of them already tied up by the fifth one! The only thing even better would be…

“Maybe that chick Cora—the one tying up Abbie there—maybe she’s gonna gag the other three yet,” One whispered to Two. “Charity already has a gag in her mouth. Damn, but I didn’t expect Abbie Dwight up here! The chick that’s getting tied up right now, see?” He sighed tightly. “Actually, we should have expected it. She and Serenity Mabrey—the tall skinny one kneeling over there?—they’re supposed to be besties, so I figure Serenity told her all about having no parents around this weekend.”

“At least most of ‘em are tied up,” Two replied. “You recognize those chicks?”

“Well, yeah! You ever heard of something called a yearbook?” One asked.

“Yeah,” Two smirked. “I recognize that Abbie Dwight chick, the one that offed that wack job Judah Rose this past summer. Who ever knew an actor could be a real-life serial killer? That’s what you call taking a part too seriously!” (author note: check The Snowden Snoops: Little Girls Lost on GDIT—address under my profile—for details)

“That’s why we’re going to wait a minute and let Cora finish tying up Abbie—I don’t feel like getting my head sliced off with a samurai sword! Maybe we’ll get lucky and she’ll gag them all too. When she’s done, we go in.” Two nodded agreement…
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Hmmwy mmp, Wzzwmm!” Lana snapped through her gag at her struggling sister, trying still to inch her way around to Lana’s pocket and the cell therein. Both she and Felicity had been singularly unsuccessful in their struggles to get loose from the ropes binding them, and Lana for one didn’t want a couple sicko burglars stealing her stuff—and she wasn’t thrilled with the idea of them capturing Lizzie, either…

“Mmph twmmmmng!” Leslie spat back through her sock gag at Lana’s irritable appeal for her to hurry up. She was more concerned about Lizzie’s peril than about her own stuff—except maybe Leslie’s computer and her voluminous writings residing on the hard drive therein—but scooting along on one’s side while tightly hogtied was no easy feat…
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Ted Parker arrived home with a cheerful leer on his face, and fairly trotted upstairs to where Mrs. Parker—much to his pleasure—still lay bound spreadeagled to the connubial bed. Chelsea welcomed Dad home at the upstairs landing with a wide giggle and her hands suspiciously behind her back—“Hey, Dad! Mom’s been waiting for you! And remember, it’s a baby boy I want you guys to make for me!”

“I heard that, Chelsea!” Mrs. Parker called from inside her bedroom, not at all displeased at the prospect for the evening.

“Just don’t keep us awake all night, though, okay?” Krysten, punchy-silly with fatigue after her adventurous night, giggled along with her sister. “Us good little girls need at least eight hours of good sleep a night, you know!” Ted—stern, pious Mr. Parker—laughed out loud at his eldest daughter’s wisecrack—

“Gotta admit Krys is right,” Chelsea winked. “So you might want to use this!” she grinned, bringing a hand out from behind her back holding a long, thick scarf with a big knot in its middle. Ted gave it a long, close gaze—then took it with a naughty grin on his face… “Just remember, guys—keep thinking baby boy, okay?”

“Off to bed, both of you,” Ted ordered with a sudden return of his stern boss-daddy glare. “And don’t forget to say your prayers.”

“I know what I’m praying for!” Chelsea twinkled, catching the sparkle in dad’s eye which belied his stern expression and tone, and with jocose winks, both Parker daughters turned toward their bedrooms, sharing a whispered giggle…
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“There!” Cora tittered as she tied off the last knot binding Abbie’s ankles. Abbie knelt at the opposite end of the sofa from Serenity, like Serenity with her wrists tied behind her back. While Abbie and Aisha had been dressing down for the game and after Cora had freed Lizzie, Cora had tied Serenity’s ankles side-to-side with a few loops of rope, not tightly but securely enough that ‘Ren could not pull her feet apart; now, after making sure Abbie’s hands were tied, Cora tied Abbie’s ankles in the same way as Serenity’s and Aisha’s, all the while working hard to conceal from her friends just how much she was enjoying her game of tying up her friends, how it left her body tingling with electric excitement. “All done!” Which rather seemed to her friends to disappoint her—

“Mmph—hmmph!” Charity coughed through her gag at Cora’s observation, obviously taking issue with Cora’s claim. While the whole game of tying up Aisha and Abbie had been going on, lithe, athletic Charity had wriggled from her position prone in front of the sofa to a position sitting on the floor in front of it, casually lounging her back against it with her legs, ankles tied crossed over each other, stretched out in front of her. From that seat she watched Cora finish binding Abbie, and from there she objected that Cora was most certainly not “all done” with tying up the other girls in the basement. You’re missing something!…

“What?” Cora asked, puzzled. “What didn’t I do? I tied their hands and feet, and”—another significant cough from Charity, and—“Oh!” Cora suddenly realized, finally taking note of the one difference between Charity and the other tied-up girls in the room. Charity rolled her eyes at Cora’s slowness on the uptake, but her gaze finally met Cora’s embarrassed one before both Charity’s green eyes and Cora’s brown eyes turned toward Serenity, whose gray-green eyes went from amused to defensive in the moment it took her to understand what Charity meant…

“No! No way!” Serenity protested. “I hate gags! You guys know I hate gags! You wouldn’t!” But Cora’s eyes followed Charity’s to where Lizzie’s abandoned gag—the still-moist hanky and the pair of white tights which had secured it—still lay on the sofa…

“You know, Cora,” Abbie piped up from her end of the sofa, “you could be merciful to Serenity and just take Charity’s gag out! I mean, it’s only fair if we’re not gagged that Charity ain’t either!” Serenity agreed heartily, as her wildly bobbing head affirmed.

“Well, yes,” Aisha agreed. “Either all of us gagged, or none of us gagged, whichever way.” And Cora noticed a sly glint sparkling in Charity’s pert green eyes…

“That’s fair, I guess,” Cora nodded, then bobbed down to her knees in front of Charity. “You’re the one gagged, so I guess it’s your choice. Do you want your gag out, Charity?” Charity’s eyes peered closely at her sister, and—

“Nnn-mmm,” she demurred, shaking her head vigorously and smiling as much as a cleave-gagged ten-year-old can at her blanching sister. It’s worth wearing this stupid gag, Pervie Pants, if only you have to too!…

“Jerkface! Charity!” Serenity remonstrated heatedly at Charity, who grinned and giggled through her gag. And Cora found herself smiling along…

“I guess that’s it,” Cora giggled, picking up the abandoned tights. “Don’t worry, ‘Ren,” she smiled at the thought of being so close to Serenity’s lips, “I’ll get a dry hanky out of the basket for you. And a little something for Abbie and Aisha too,” she added…

“I am so getting back at you, Jerkface!” Serenity hissed at a grinning-like-an-idiot Charity.

“I was rather expecting you to want your gag out!” Aisha added with a trace of dismay in her own voice “You can’t say you actually like being gagged!”

“If only Leslie was here!” Abbie tittered, knowing Leslie would actually enjoy having her mouth stopped—

“Here we are!” Cora bubbled as she returned with a collection of hankies and bandannas from the adjoining laundry. “Something for everyone!”…

Cora restrained a wild impulse to kiss each girl’s lips before filling each one’s mouth with a clean, wadded hanky and securing it. Serenity had hers secured with a pair of her own pantyhose cleaved between her lips; Aisha, whose favor for the color white was well known, got the white tights; Abbie got a big blue bandanna to seal in her hanky cleave-gag. With a racing heart, Cora stood up from Abbie, the last of the girls to be gagged, and smiled at her bound-and-gagged friends. If only Leslie was here—and a knock on the basement door promised just that possibility for a Cora Lee who fairly skipped toward the door…

Mister Mistoffelees

Mon Jul 19, 2010 7:56 pm

Good Dexter, bedtime isn't always about sleeping... Anyhow, welcome to the penultimate chapter of The Feud, in which various "Party Crashers" interrupt the various festivities...read and enjoy! And comment, too, if you please...

28 Party Crashers (MM/f)

Cora had had no inkling that anything was amiss in the neighborhood—much less at the very door she had opened—until she had literally turned the knob to the basement door. In the darkness, with no light over the basement door and only a dim light in the basement lounge, Cora could not see the threat until she started opening the door—

The sudden bursting-open of the door threw a startled Cora back into the room as both masked men charged through the opening—Cora stumbled over her own feet—sprawled heavily backward onto the floor—she tried to scramble to her feet—

“Uh-uh, chick!” Two chortled as he tripped Cora’s feet out from under her, landing her yet again unceremoniously on her rump while One circled around behind her, leaving her supine on the floor with Two at her feet and One at her head…

The sudden intrusion was met with gagged cries of protestation by the other four girls in the room, but with their hands and feet tied they were powerless to stop the two intruders from seizing Cora—one by her arms, the other by her legs, his hands scooped under her knees—and hoisting her to her feet sandwiched between them. One had an elbow crooked beneath her chin, immobilizing her head, while his other arm had her arms pinioned at the elbows behind her; the other stood faceless above their diminutive captive, who wheezed and goggled in her captor’s grasp—

“Let me go!” Cora pleaded, her bound-and-gagged friends nodding feverishly in agreement. “Please”—

“You don’t give the orders here, chick!” Two giggled, pinching her small chin between his fingers. “And you ain’t in no position to tell us to do anything!” he added with yet another cackle—

Cora felt the press of mortal danger in her giggling, chortling captors, but her struggles to free her arms or her head were of utterly no avail; One was a fairly large man, and Cora was a petite young girl—then she realized she had one means of defense left to her—
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Chelsea felt herself drowsing a little in the light of her laptop screen. She had considered getting hold of Lissy to see how the evening’s tie-up-game fun had gone—and maybe admit to the fun Colby had had at her expense—but decided to let the matter drop until the next day. Don’t want to ruin the fun for them…

She giggled as a muted whimper reached her ears. God, Mom, you really did need that gag! Have fun making my baby brother! Oh, I forgot—it sounds like you are having fun making my baby brother!…

Outside her sister’s bedroom door, Krysten forced herself to suppress a wild giggle. The noise from her parents’ bedroom was more than enough to keep her awake, and as she tossed and turned, the memory of Chelsea’s little stunt on the back porch had gnawed at her more and more. She glanced at the clock and made a few calculations—Chell’s almost always asleep by now, so… Gathering a few necessary supplies, she eased out of her room and paused outside Chell’s room. Just a quick little knock to make sure…
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It finally occurred to Lana and Felicity that they could help Leslie’s efforts to get at Lana’s phone. While they still sat bound back-to-back with their legs bound before them, and after a few false starts to get their efforts coordinated, Lana and Lissy managed to slowly scoot themselves slowly around in a circle, shortening Leslie’s trip around her sister’s feet to her front pocket. And while they inched slowly around their circle, Felicity had a sudden idea about how to get out of their current predicament…
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“Come on, sis!” Hannah chortled at her bound-and-gagged sister Maggie, panning the camera enticingly up and down Maggie’s wriggling frame. Maggie, for her part, mewled and wriggled as seductively as she knew how, knowing that her Chris would go absolutely bananas at the sight of his Maggie, clad only in thong briefs, wriggling spreadeagled and gagged on her bed—

But she had other reasons for her humid performance besides just pleasing Chris Howland. With Hannah absorbed in her amateur cinematography, she failed to notice a grinning Tricia behind her—finally back in her nightie—pointing meaningfully at Hannah, then back at herself. Maggie took care to not let on to Hannah that she and Trish were in tacit communication, even as Tricia gigglingly showed Maggie the silk bathrobe belt she held in her hand. About time, Trish!…
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Two’s shriek of agony as Cora drove her knee into his groin echoed in the basement even as he collapsed to his knees and her helpless friends goggled at Cora’s quick strike—

It took an instant for One to realize quite what had happened, just in time to dodge Cora’s foot stomped down on the floor in an effort to disable him, or at least loosen his grip. Undeterred by her failure to strike One, she reared herself to kick at his knees—

But he was prepared by then, lifting her bodily off the floor and driving her face-first to the floor—Cora, unable to protect her head, squealed as her face was buried into the mercifully well-padded carpet, her breath squeezed out of her by the weight of her captor on her back—

“Oh, ***k!” Two had managed to whimper as his nether regions rang with pain, struggling back to his feet to find his partner lying atop the prone girl, pulling her arms behind her back with his hands, pinning her feet to the floor with a leg clamped heavily over hers. “You’re going to be sorry you did that, you little bit”—

“Shut up and help!” One commanded his wincing partner in crime as he struggled to keep Cora controlled. She had not yet screamed for help, being too busy with her struggles against her captor to bethink that course of action, but he knew it was only a matter of time before she took to her voice for help. “Get some rope! Get something to stuff in her mouth, dammit!”

“You saw what she did to me!” he whined, wandering off toward the laundry and the workshop. “That crazy little b”—

“Yeah, so get something to tie her up and gag her, stupid!” One retorted. “You can whine all you want while we steal all their stuff!” A suggestion which seemed to badly dismay the two raven-haired captives wriggling and mewling on the floor, but made sense to Two, who complained his way toward the laundry, returning presently with some useful supplies…
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Chelsea had a knack for reading Krysten’s door-knocks. Loud and quick meant upset, ready to squeal and weep and generally make an emotional nuisance of herself. A quick little triplet of knocks meant she had juicy gossip to share, which was a worthwhile reason to admit her sister. A little knock--knock-knock meant that Chelsea was in trouble and Krys was thoroughly enjoying the summons. But a soft, quiet little series of raps meant that… With a quiet titter, she quickly shut her eyes and collapsed in her best impersonation of deep slumber…
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“Hmm?” Leslie asked through her gag, noticing Felicity gesticulating wildly with her head and grunting meaningfully through her gag. “Wmmd?” Felicity sighed impatiently—

“Mmmr gmmg!” Lissy cried out. “Mmph kmm wmmch mmmr gmmg!” She tossed her glance over her shoulder, down to where she was twisting her bound hands in Lana’s lap, wiggling her fingers with urgent meaning—come on, Leslie, you’re supposed to be so smart!… Then suddenly a light went off in Leslie’s green eyes, but not without a dubious glimmer in her eyes as she considered what she would need to do to achieve what Lissy clearly wanted…
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The issue, Tricia knew, was how to achieve her goal without causing Hannah to drop and break the valuable camera. Maggie seemed to understand just what Tricia was mulling, and smiled through her gag, doing her best not to wink—

“Kwmms mmp!” she mewled eagerly, tossing her head to suggest to Hannah that she come closer. Hannah stood with her knees on the very footboard of the bed—pushed the camera even closer to Maggie’s sparkling face—Now! Trish exulted—
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“”I—I’m sorry!” Cora squealed when she saw Two kneel before her with a bandanna already wadded in his hand, and a roll of tape in the other. She knew what came next—

“Yeah, I’ll bet!” Two spat with a dangerous grin as he presented the wadded cloth to Cora’s lips. She shook her head faintly, knowing she could not fight back and further knowing that the masked captor had plenty of reason to be upset with her. An upset he punctuated by stilling her head with a tight grip of the short-trimmed hair on the crown of her head, raising her face up. Wincing, Cora submitted to the obvious demand and opened her mouth for the cloth, which he greedily pressed deeply into her mouth, finishing the gag with a trio of tape strips over her lips. “And I’m gonna make sure you’re really sorry!” He glared at One. “Get out of the way and let me tie her up!”
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Krysten eased the door open as silently as she could—as soon as she could peep inside, she took a quick covert glance—good, passed-out asleep! Now, Chelsea Alicia, I told you I’d get back at you!… she eased into the dark room—still asleep, I see—gently lifted up the laptop from the edge of Chell’s bed and set it safely on her vanity—and yes, grab a few things of your own to tie you up with! Now, moving on tiptoes, she approached her unmoving sister from behind, taking note of where the sleeping Chelsea had her arms and hands…
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Lana was a bystander to the muffled exchange between Felicity and Leslie, but figured out soon enough what Lissy’s plan was. Eeewww…

But it would be better than spending the whole night—and maybe even more—bound and gagged, so she helped Lissy shift themselves close to Leslie, who slowly inched her way toward her sister and Felicity’s bound hands. Soon enough, Leslie had managed to inch her face up on Lana’s jeans-clad thigh, hoping Lissy’s fingers could reach the tape over her mouth. Not quite…
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Hannah gasped as the belt materialized from nowhere, pinning her elbows to her sides—she dropped the camera—

Fortunately, she dropped it straight onto the bed between Maggie’s bound feet, the lens pointing to the head of the bed. Some close-up, Maggie giggled while Hannah gathered her startled-out breath—

“Trish! What are you doing!” Hannah yelped as Tricia tightened the belt around Hannah’s elbows, pinning her upper arms to her sides.

“I told you, you were going to get it!” Trish chortled as Hannah tried to flail her restrained hands futilely toward any convenient knot and Tricia rummaged through Hannah’s drawers for some useful ligatures. “Well, it’s your turn now, Miss Boobs-and Brains! You’re just about the only one who hasn’t been tied up tonight anyhow!” She smiled as she found several pairs of pantyhose. Very useful, she decided…

“You guys set me up!” Hannah suddenly realized indignantly—

“Mmm-hmm!” Maggie agreed through her gag as Trish approached Hannah with the stretched-out hose in her hands.

“This isn’t fair!” Hannah bleated as Tricia seized her wrists and pulled them behind her back—

“Why not?” Tricia snickered as she crossed Hannah’s wrists over each other and began binding them with the pantyhose. “We ganged up on Maggs, so Maggs and I ganged up on you! Sounds fair to me!” Her quick fingers already had Hannah’s wrists securely bound…

“So what are you going to do to me next?” Hannah asked, testing her bound wrists and finding them secure.

“Funny you should ask that!” Trish tittered, casting a sparkling eye at the abandoned camera…
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Cora Peabody had many things—a beautiful singing voice which was the admiration of all who heard it; a talent for drawing; a fair skill at writing; a doting aunt whom Cora lived with and loved as much as her late mother. One thing, however, that she did not possess was a high pain threshold, as her pained squeals through her gag attested as Two tied Cora’s hands behind her back with ruthless enjoyment. He had already tied her ankles together, taking off her shoes and socks and binding her bare ankles together, which was ordeal enough for delicate Cora. Now, as Cora’s friends observed to their horror, Two’s loops of thin clothesline dug deeply into the pale flesh of her wrists crossed behind her back, turning Cora’s hands a troubling purple and prodding a gust of pained, squealing tears to her anguished brown eyes. “What you get for kicking me!” Two snapped in reply to her agonized weeping, finishing by taking more cord and tying her ankles to her wrists in a cruel hogtie.

While Two was tying up Cora, Aisha and Charity, still stunned by the sudden invasion, wriggled and whimpered through their gags. Serenity too wriggled angrily, outraged at the burglarizing of her house. But Abbie stayed quiet and calm where she knelt, glaring at the two burglars while they subdued and bound Cora, wriggling only slightly against the ropes which bound her hand and foot…

Mister Mistoffelees

Fri Jul 23, 2010 7:03 pm

Thanks for the good words, all, as I finish this interminable tale, which ends with a bit of a "Surprise! Surprise!" Read and enjoy--and let me know if you have any interest at all in a second go-round of Snowden TUGging...

29 Surprise Surprise!

One laughed heartily. “Well now, don’t go anywhere, chicks!” he chortled, his hand on the light switch to the room. Just in case anyone happened by to see five cute tied-up chicks in the basement and got ideas… “We’re just gonna clean the place out and take off. Just get comfortable!” And with a quick flick, the lights went out and plunged Cora, Serenity, Aisha, Charity, and Abbie into darkness…
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Krysten, at the very edge of Chelsea’s bed, took one last perfunctory little tug at the hem of her short lacy nightie—just a little bit of dignity before I commence to torturing my sister!—and reached out toward her, unable to see the merry blue eyes which were open and waiting—
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Leslie, despite her fervent desire to get her own used socks out of her mouth, hesitated to wriggle closer to Felicity’s stretched-out fingers. The only way to get close enough to Felicity’s fingers for Lissy to pull away the tape was to put her face even more completely in Lana’s lap…

Lana seemed to understand Leslie’s hesitancy and shrugged as far as her bound arms would allow. Well, you are supposed to be bi, sis… And with a sigh, Leslie wiggled closer to Lissy’s tied hands…
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Trish, with one quick pull, relieved Hannah of her fleece pajama pants. “White cotton briefs?” she sniggered. “No wonder you can’t keep a boyfriend!”

“I keep them as long as I want!” Hannah protested, hoping to get her hands untied so she could throttle Tricia. “My underwear has nothing to do with it!”

“Uh-huh,” Trish winked, her signal that she was only teasing, as she bound Hannah’s ankles with another pair of pantyhose. “Now hop yourself right into your desk chair!”

“Hop?” Hannah asked dubiously.

“The case with those drug dealers, back right when Mom and Dave got married, remember?” Trish reminded Hannah. “We hopped all the way across that warehouse floor before Klasko found us! In heels! You’re telling me you can’t hop across your bedroom to a stupid chair in your bare feet?”

Hannah smirked a moment, then hopped to her desk chair and sat herself down. Trish picked up her next item… “You’ve got to be kidding!”

Tricia glared comically. “If a panty-gag was good enough for me, Miss Boobs-and-Brains, it’s good enough for you!” From her place on the bed, Maggie seemed to agree heartily… “It’s not my fault you wear granny panties!” Trish chided Hannah with a huge grin. “Now open wide and take your medicine!” Hannah sighed…
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The burglars took their time emptying the Mabrey daughters’ bedrooms of anything that looked valuable. Then the entertainment center, and even a few small kitchen appliances for good measure. They left their treasure in a heap at the front door, then sauntered down to the basement to bid farewell to their little bevy of bound-and-gagged chicks. One casually flicked on the light switch—

“Hey!” he gasped, startled by what he saw—“Where’s Abbie! What did”—and from nowhere, a loud thwacking crackle—Two seemed to stagger behind him—he spun around—

Just in time for Abbie’s bare foot to connect with his jaw—and instantly everything went black—
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As soon as Krysten reached over Chelsea’s shoulder to reach for her wrists, Chelsea sprang into action, seizing Krysten’s wrist instead and neatly rolling her startled sister over her and flipping Krysten supine on the mattress beside her, then pivoting quickly to straddle Krysten’s waist while gathering up her sister’s other wrist and pinning them together over her head—

“When are you ever going to learn, Krys?” Chelsea chortled to a Krysten wriggling pinned beneath her. “You’re the older sister, but I’m the bigger sister! The only way you’re ever going to catch me is to knock me out beforehand!”

“Get off me”—Krysten gasped under her bigger little sister’s grip—

“And you so don’t want to interrupt Mom and Dad while they’re making our baby brother!” Chelsea cautioned with a mocking grin as she plucked a silk bathrobe belt from Krysten’s pinned hands while keeping Krysten’s slender wrists pinned with one hand. Krysten instantly knew what Chelsea had in mind—

“Don’t!” she squealed as Chelsea, quite indifferent to Krysten’s protest, deftly wrapped several turns of the belt around Krysten’s pinned, crossed-over wrists, binding them tightly with a knot Krysten couldn’t reach. Leaving just enough of a tail…

“And now,” Chelsea giggled madly, tying the tail of the belt around one of the brass bars of her bed’s headboard, quickly and securely leaving Krysten’s hands tied over her head, “a little punishment for trying to sneak up on me!” Her fingers quickly found Krysten’s sensitive sides—

“Ooh, too loud!” Chelsea mocked at Krysten’s pained giggles. “Well, we can take care of that!” she tittered, grabbing a hanky and pair of hose Krysten had dropped during Chelsea’s crafty reversal and wadding the handkerchief—“Open wide!” Chell instructed—Krysten shook her head, clamping her dewy lips shut—“Or I tell Dad all about that time I caught you and Tyler”—

“You wouldnmmmph!” Krysten protested, only to have the hanky shoved into her mouth—before she could spit it out, Chelsea had cleaved it in with the hosiery wrapped around Krysten’s jaw—

“That’s better!” Chelsea grinned as Krysten wriggled and mewled beneath Chelsea’s tickling fingers. Then Chelsea noticed her sister’s disheveled state, which had revealed—“Oooh, lacy low-rise undies! Victoria’s Secret!” she cooed mockingly, lifting up the hem of Krysten’s nightie to reveal the underwear in its full hot-red glory A present from Tyler?” Krysten blushed before she could answer, gag or no gag—“Oh,” Chelsea winked naughtily, “and has he ever seen them on you?” Silly question, considering… “Well,” she chortled, “let’s let him see what his present looks like on you!” And Chelsea pointed her laptop’s webcam toward a wriggling Krysten desperately trying to pull her hands free from Chelsea’s headboard…
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This is totally disgusting, Leslie mewled to herself as she rested her cheek in the narrow cleft between Lana’s bound thighs—Lissy’s fingers probed and reached—

“Kwmmsmm!” Felicity demanded, her fingers still just short of reaching the tape over Leslie’s lips. Eeeeeewwwww! Leslie whimpered to herself—but the taste of her own socks in her mouth egged Leslie on…
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Tricia had taken no chances with Hannah’s gag, securing the selected pair of Hannah’s clean white briefs in her mouth with a couple wide strips of duct tape. Not so fun when the panties are in your mouth, is it Hannah?… She picked up the scissors—brandished them in front of Hannah—

“I already owe Maggs a nightie,” she giggled, poising the scissors at the collar of Hannah’s short tank top, “so I might as well owe you a top!” Lucky for me Hannah doesn’t have a bra on for bedtime… “Well, now, snip snip!” And the scissors plied their way through the fabric…

In moments, the garment had been thoroughly sundered from Hannah’s frame, leaving her sitting in her desk chair in nothing but her white cotton briefs while Tricia snorted derisively—“Boobs and brains, huh Hannah O’Hara?” she taunted. “Sorry, hun, but I have more of both than you, it seems!”

“Hmm-mmph!” Hannah protested—

“I’m eight one-hundredths of a point ahead of you on current GPA,” Trish retorted with a triumphant grin, “and as for the boobs—well, that’s sort of self-evident, ain’t it?” Maggie chortled from her bed—“But you do have more than Maggs, don’t you?” Which shut Maggie up instantly…
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“Mbmm!” Cora pleaded through her gag—“Swmnnudmm! Pmmz mmtmm mmph!”

“It’s what you get for tying my hands so badly!” Serenity chortled, helping Abbie drag the inert forms of the two burglars into the middle of the room. But Abbie noted the deepening purple of Cora’s bound hands…

“Here,” Abbie offered, loosening the cords around Cora’s wrists enough to let the angry purple fade back into the safe, pale pink of her normal flesh tone with the help of Abbie’s caressing fingertips. But most signally not completely untying them, either… “You can handle it from there, can’t you Cora Lee?” Payback for letting Cora leer at me…

“Thmmx mm wmmt!” Cora smirked, wriggling her loosened wrists against the cords. I guess I do have this coming to me, she allowed…

“I got untied first!” Serenity asserted as she sauntered to the laundry/workshop for more rope and tape to use on the burglars. “You need Jaden to tie you up more—give you more practice in untying yourself!”

“I so got untied before you!” Abbie retorted. “My hands were almost loose even before they turned off the lights! I heard you over there for fifteen minutes moaning and whining trying to get yourself untied!”

“Well, whatever,” Serenity allowed handsomely, rubbing her hand to ease the sting of the punch she had landed on Two’s chin from the darkness of the unlit basement hall. “Think we ought to help them?” she asked, winking toward a still-wriggling Charity and Aisha.

“Not yet,” Abbie blithely demurred as she took a coil of rope from Serenity’s hands. “They need to learn how to get themselves untied for the next mystery they try to solve!”

“Mmbmm!” Aisha and Charity wailed through their gags in unison…
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Chelsea considerately left the laptop turned so that Krysten could see herself on the screen, wriggling piteously while Chelsea tied Krysten’s ankles to either side of the bed’s footboard, showing Krysten’s underwear in all its low-rise cuteness—“And you got a bikini wax too, I see!” Chelsea commented with a mocking lilt in her voice—“All neat and smooth for Tyler-dear! See how much she loves you Tyler, to get all waxed for you?” she called into the laptop’s microphone—“It wouldn’t have happened to be Brazilian-style, was it Krys?” Which only made Krysten blush as red as her exposed undies… “Now,” Chelsea, finished tying Krysten’s ankles far apart, snickered while reaching over Krysten and seizing the hem of her nightie, “up with the cute little nightie, all the way up over her hands”—revealing Krysten’s pink, bare body to the camera, “to let Tyler get a good look at his sweetie’s cute little titties, and I do mean little!” Which provoked an irate squeal from a Krysten getting thoroughly tired of her sister needling her over her bustline—“Well,” Chelsea giggled wildly, reaching toward her defenseless sister, “let’s plump things up a little for Tyler!” Krysten’s squealed with mortification—“Oh grow up, Krys! I bet you like it when -Tyler-dear does this!” Krysten couldn’t deny it, gag or no gag…
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Tricia grinned evilly as she picked up the abandoned camera—aimed it at an agog Hannah—

“Hmm!” Hannah protested “Mmph dmmt hmmv mm bmmfwnnd!”

“Put this on YouTube,” Trish snickered as she pressed the button and zoomed in on Hannah’s bare-breasted, wriggling form, “and you’ll have plenty of boyfriends! Well, that or a few thousand stalkers!” She winked at Hannah’s irritated glare—“After all,” she allowed, “you may not have boobs like mine, but you’ve got enough to make the average guy more than happy! Now jiggle your stuff for the nice camera!”—and Tricia nearly dropped the camera at the sound—
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Leslie was furiously licking her lips, hoping desperately to eliminate the taste of worn socks from her mouth. After Felicity had picked the tape off her lips and Leslie had expelled the wadded socks from her mouth with her tongue, Leslie managed to turn her face around facing down the hill, the better for her scream to be heard. Another deep breath—another scream… “Hold still, Lana!” Leslie whined, wriggling frantically in her tight hogtie. “I’d like to have my face out of your stupid lap before somebody gets up here to rescue us!” Just my luck, and…
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“One good bondage video ruined!” Trish complained with gallows humor as she hurriedly cut Maggie loose from the bed. Hannah was already untied and diving into the first clothes she could fish out of her drawers—

“We’ll get another chance!” Maggie assured Tricia as she picked at one of the knots binding her ankles to the footboard while Tricia cut the other. “What you got will be enough to make Tristan Shulbert start stalking her again anyhow!”

“Maggie!” Hannah squeaked—

“Try and stop me!” Maggie chortled as she seized a tee-shirt and a pair of shorts from her drawers and dove her feet into a nearby pair of flip-flops. Hannah had no time for such matters as she followed Tricia and Maggie up the hill toward the source of the screams they had heard…
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The sound of running feet prodded Leslie to redouble her efforts to wriggle out of Lana’s lap. It’s either the burglars coming back to gag me again or—

“Guys!” Maggie squeaked—“what happened?”

Leslie, the only one able to speak, quickly related their adventure with the burglars while their three rescuers untied her—and Felicity and Lana—as quickly as their agile fingers allowed. “…so they’re down there with the rest of the girls,” Leslie concluded feverishly, glad not only for rescue but that she had been spared any ribbing about how she had been discovered, “and we have to go stop them!”

“Our house first,” Lana urged, leading the group toward her house. “It’s closer!”

“Sure thing,” Maggie affirmed, helping Leslie to her feet as Lana, Felicity, Hannah, and Tricia ran toward the Morgan house. Leslie started forward—“And don’t worry, Leslie,” she added sotto voce with a naughty grin, holding Leslie back a moment, “I won’t tell anyone anything about how kinky you were getting with Lana! Your own sister!”

“Maggie!” Leslie pleaded red-faced as she followed her neighbor down the hill…
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Serenity and Abbie heard the bursting through the upstairs front door—heard the worried voices—the rattling steps down the stairs—

“I’m glad you finally decided to come rescue us!” Abbie reproved with a huge twinkling grin on her face as Tricia, Maggie, Hannah, Lana, Felicity, and Leslie fairly tumbled into the basement. Where they beheld two ski-masked, ruthlessly hogtied men wriggling on the floor, and…

“At least rescue us!” Charity bawled up lachrymosely at her sister Felicity, wriggling around in her seat on the sofa, still with her hands tied behind her back and her ankles bound. Aisha, sitting beside her, was in a similar strait, wriggling and twisting against her bonds.

“Oh shut up!” Serenity minced back at her kid sister. “We took your gags out! What more do you want?”

“Untying us would be nice,” Cora retorted, still bound in her hogtie but also ungagged, Abbie and Serenity’s small gesture of mercy to the girls who hadn’t escaped their bonds. “Leslie?” she begged up appealingly at Leslie, who despite her evening’s ordeal was still looking down on Cora with a wide-eyed gape on her face.

“Can I have a picture first?” Leslie tittered, frankly enjoying the sight of Cora wriggling on the floor in a strict hogtie, but mercifully kneeling above Cora to undo her ropes. Making sure to lovingly caress the rope marks left on Cora’s wrists…

“Anyhow,” Serenity smiled, “you’re just in time for the unveiling! Among other things, we found out you can stuff a gag into someone’s mouth when they’re wearing a ski mask! Now,” she nodded to Abbie, “let’s just see who these scumbags are!” Abbie, with a flourish, undid the gags—flicked off the ski masks—

“Seth Daly!” Tricia gasped, instantly recognizing Number One as her brother Tyler’s friend and band-mate—the drummer in their local band—“What the hell are you doing breaking into people’s houses?”

“And Evan Hartley!” Hannah started, recognizing her Darius Allen friend Deanna McAllister’s ex-boyfriend Evan Hartley late of Center City North High. Serenity and Abbie had very sour memories of Evan’s little sister Arielle from the last Camp Evergreen session—for Leslie and Cora, the memories were much more devastating… (author note: check The Snowden Snoops and the Secret of Camp Evergreen on GDIT—address under my profile—for details) “Apparently you’re just as big a jerk as your sick little kid sister! Can’t wait for the cops to make you do the perp walk out of here!”

“Can we explain for a moment?” Seth squeaked, wincing against his tight hogtie and the monster headache Abbie’s kick left him—

“This should be good!” Abbie smirked with boundless skepticism. “It was all just a joke, right?”

“No!” he admitted. “Its like…well, you know Evan’s majoring in education, and Dr. Mabrey’s his block adviser. Anyway, she told Evan about you guys being home alone all weekend, and she and Mrs. Morgan wanted us to do them a favor. They were afraid you guys would do something dumb while they were away”—

“We weren’t having parties, Seth!” Felicity retorted crossly, angry at her mother’s lack of trust—

“No, actually she told us she was afraid you guys would get yourselves into another mystery while they were out and get in trouble with bad guys or something, so”—

“So they decided to bring the mystery to us and have you two freaks abduct us all!” Lana finished for him, fuming in her own right at her own mother’s perfidy. “Ooh, when Mom gets home, so help me I’m going to”—

“You know what we ought to do, Lana?” Felicity interjected darkly. “Tie our mothers up back-to-back up there at the mineshaft gate and let them sit up there half the night!” Lana agreed vociferously as the two would-be “burglars” cringed and wriggled…
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If Krysten had not been exhausted before her foiled attempt to surprise Chelsea, she was most thoroughly exhausted by the time Chelsea had mercifully switched off the webcam and sent the video file to Tyler’s email address. Krysten had wriggled futilely against her bonds for what felt like hours, and Chelsea’s tickle-torture—which had spared not a single square inch of Krysten’s exposed frame—had finished her, in more ways than one…

“There, that wasn’t so bad, was it sis?” Chelsea yawned contentedly, turning the laptop so Krysten, still bound in her half-spreadeagle, would fall asleep watching a repeating loop of the video Chell had just taken—

“Nnn-mm,” Krysten agreed sleepily, composing herself to sleep despite a rather pressing need to change underwear—

“So out with the gag,” Chelsea smiled, untying the hose from her sister’s lips and plucking out the wet hanky, then generously fluffing out Krysten’s red tresses on the pillow. “I’ll take your bed tonight,” she yawned again, stretching herself contentedly. It had been a fun night for her, too… “I’ll be up before Mom and Dad and come untie you. I wonder which one of you guys is getting untied first?” she tittered sleepily. “Doesn’t matter, I guess,” she shrugged at the door, then on a thought turned back into the room. “Comfy?”

“Uh-huh,” Krysten cooed, her eyelids almost fully shut on her sleepy blue eyes. “Love you, Chelsea,” she murmured affectionately as she did every night at sleepy-time, as she let sleep descend upon her—

“Love you too, Krysten,” Chelsea replied with her own affectionate coo as she leaned down and pecked her sister on the cheek, which Krysten craned her head up to return. “Sleep tight!” Both sisters did exactly that…
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Game called on account of fake burglars, Lana and Felicity agreed. After forcing Seth and Evan to replace all the stuff they had gathered in their attempt to make the burglaries seem real (they were getting paid handsomely by Dr. Mabrey and Mrs. Morgan so were not actually going to take the things out), Abbie and Serenity were quickly asleep in Serenity’s bedroom, tuckered out from a wild night of tie-up games and burglar-battling. Cora and Leslie were currently consoling themselves in the Mabrey basement, Mrs. Morgan’s and Aunt Sandy’s restrictions against being alone in a bedroom (the downstairs sofa was also a roll-out bed) notwithstanding. This was possible only because Charity and Aisha had finally been untied; Charity’s talent for crying on cue had moved Cora to untie her, and Aisha found—much to her delight—that she too could count the ability to cry when needed as part of her repertoire, successfully enough to persuade Abbie to untie her. Felicity at least had the TV to herself in the living room…

Hannah, Maggie, and Tricia trooped back to the O’Hara home beside Lana and the freed Aisha, who was listening to Hannah protesting vociferously about Maggie sending someone a certain video. They both agreed that the three seniors were seriously weird…

“…and the worst thing,” Lana was complaining as the two made their way toward the Morgan house, “was that Seth Daly actually had the nerve to ask me out! After tying me up and gagging me, that creep actually thought I’d want to go out with him!”

“But he was right, you know! You told him yes!” Aisha spluttered amusedly into her hand, to a aghast, blushing stare from her neighbor. “Well,” she allowed, “he actually is rather cute for a burglar! Evan was cute too. If we had to be tied up by burglars, at least they were cute burglars!”

“Oh, don’t even, Aisha al-Fashir!” Lana retorted, not without a teasing smile, as they plodded into the Morgan basement and made their way up the stairs. “I heard about your games with Cora! You were sitting there fantasizing about your little Tucker-dear kidnapping you!”

“A girl can dream, can’t she?” Aisha giggled, trotting up the stairs behind the weary Lana. “Maybe if I ask him nicely, he’ll—gracious!” Aisha shrieked as her eyes fell upon—

“Mmtmm mmph, pmmmz!” Lisbeth squealed through her gag, still bound immovably to the chair into which the “burglars” Seth and Evan had tied her, still struggling with the gag they had stuffed into her mouth—

“Lana! Lisbeth!” Aisha squeaked—

“No way, squirt!” Lana grinned evilly at the wriggling, expostulating Lizzie. “Game’s over, and you lost! You’re staying there all night for your punishment!” Lizzie wriggled and squealed in horror—

“Don’t worry,” Aisha whispered sympathetically to her dewy-eyed friend and classmate Lizzie as Lana dragged herself down the hallway toward her room, “I’ll come untie you when”—

“And if you even think about untying Lizzie, Aisha, I’m tying you up the exact same way and sending the pictures of you to Tucker-dear!” Aisha flushed open-mouthed for a moment—

Then smiled slyly to herself as she began to untie the first knot…

finis

Mister Mistoffelees