Stories of Tie Up Games

Introduction/ Part 1:
I trudged along the narrow trail, my boots crunching over fallen leaves and twigs. The dense canopy above filtered the sunlight into dappled patches, casting a serene, green glow over everything. The air was thick with the earthy scent of moss and damp soil, mingling with the faint, sweet fragrance of wildflowers that dotted the underbrush.

My backpack felt heavy, but I welcomed the weight, a constant reminder of my journey and the solitude I sought. Birds chirped overhead, their songs blending into a soothing symphony that accompanied his footsteps. The trail wound deeper into the woods, the trees growing taller and the foliage thicker, creating a sense of being enveloped by nature.

As I rounded a bend, I paused to take a deep breath, savoring the cool, crisp air. I could hear the distant murmur of a stream, its gentle babbling inviting me to explore further. I adjusted my pack and pressed on, feeling a sense of calm and connection with the world around me.

Each step brought new sights and sounds: the rustle of a squirrel darting through the leaves, the flutter of a butterfly alighting on a nearby flower, the whisper of the wind through the towering pines. I felt the tension of everyday life melting away, replaced by a profound sense of peace and freedom.

I moved steadily along the winding trail, the rhythmic crunch of his boots against the forest floor blending with the ambient symphony of chirping birds and rustling leaves. Sunlight filtered through the dense canopy above, casting dappled patterns on the ground and illuminating the lush, green underbrush. He felt a profound sense of peace, each breath filling his lungs with the fresh, earthy scent of the woods.

As I ascended a small hill, I suddenly froze. Just a few feet ahead, a figure emerged from the dense foliage, seemingly out of nowhere. My heart leapt in my chest, adrenaline surging through my veins. The person—a young man—stopped abruptly as well, his eyes wide with surprise.

“Sorry,” he said, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “Didn’t mean to startle you.”

I relaxed slightly, exhaling the breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. “No, it’s fine,” I replied, still trying to calm my racing heart. “I wasn’t expecting to see anyone out here.”

He nodded, his expression softening. “It’s pretty secluded, isn’t it? Perfect for getting away from it all.”

I took a moment to study him, noting the absence of any hiking gear, and apparent lack of preparedness for the wilderness. His worn jeans hugged his legs and his leather jacket creaked slightly with each step. A red bandana was tied around his forehead, holding back unruly hair and adding a splash of color to his rugged appearance. I estimated he was nineteen or twenty years old.

“Yeah, it is,” I agreed, finally breaking into a smile. “What brings you out here?”

He shrugged, his gaze drifting to the surrounding trees. “Same as you, I guess. Just needed some time alone, away from everything.”

We stood there for a moment, the initial surprise giving way to a companionable silence, both of us appreciating the unexpected encounter amidst the vast solitude of the woods.

“You’re, um, pretty deep into the woods to be without water and shelter in case of an emergency,” I offered. “I mean, you never know what could happen.”

“Don’t worry about me,” he replied with a smile. “I have a camp not too far from here. I can show you, if you’d like.”

“No, it’s ok,” I politely declined. “I’m on my way up to ‘The Overlook’ and then it’s a long hike back.”

“It’s on the way,” he insisted. “You can rest a bit before you head up to ‘The Overlook’. It’s a pretty taxing climb.”
I smiled in agreement with a nod.

— — — —

We walked side by side through the dense woods, the late afternoon sun filtered through the towering trees, casting long shadows that danced with their movements.

Our conversation was a low murmur, blending with the sounds of the forest—the distant call of a bird, the rustle of small animals in the underbrush. We followed a narrow, winding trail, the familiar path leading them to the campsite. The smell of pine and earth filled the air, invigorating our senses as we pressed on.

As we neared our destination, the trees began to thin, revealing a clearing up ahead. The promise of a warm fire and the comfort of a campsite quickened our pace.

The campfire crackled and popped, casting a warm, flickering glow. Behind the fire, a sturdy tent stood nestled among the underbrush, its fabric gently rustling in the evening breeze. The scent of burning wood mingled with the earthy aroma of the forest, creating an atmosphere of tranquility and solitude.

“Shit,” he muttered. “The fire is about to die. Have a seat,” he said gesturing toward a sturdy wooden log used as a makeshift bench beside the fire. “I’m going to get some more wood and I’ll be right back.”

I sat next to the campfire, the warmth of the flames radiating against his face as he poked at the burning logs with a stick. The woods were ominously quiet, save for the crackling fire and the occasional distant hoot of an owl.

Suddenly, a rustling noise came from the tent behind me. I froze, the stick hovering above the fire, my senses immediately on alert. The noise persisted, a soft but distinct shuffling sound, as if something—or someone—was moving inside the tent. My heart rate quickened, the comforting tranquility of the moment giving way to a surge of unease.

“Hello?” I called out.

The rustling persisted, but there was no answer. Suddenly, the tent shook violently, causing me to spring to my feet.

“Hello?” I called out again, nervously. The fallen leaves and twigs crunched under my boots as I slowly approached the tent. The rustling continued as approached cautiously, each step careful and deliberate. My breath was shallow, and my heart pounded in my chest as I reached out with a trembling hand. The zipper felt cold under my fingers, and I hesitated for a moment. Slowly, I began to pull it down, the sound of the zipper loud in the silent woods. As the tent flap parted, I held my breath, peering within, bracing for whatever, or whoever, might be waiting inside.

I found myself face to face, staring into the frightened eyes of a young woman, blonde hair tangled and matted, fallen in messy strands around her face. Dirt smudged her pale skin, and her clothes, a mismatched assortment of worn-out garments, hung loosely on her thin frame. Her eyes, a striking blue, were clouded with exhaustion and a hint of desperation, yet they held a spark of defiance. Despite her disheveled appearance, there was an air of resilience about her, a determination to survive against all odds.

“Mmmpph!” was all she could manage as she pressed her lips together over a thick, neatly folded blue bandana that had been forced into her mouth and knotted off tightly behind her head.

“What the-“ my words trailed off as she lunged towards me in desperation of needing rescue, her hands bound behind her back.

I placed my hands on her face as she whimpered hysterically into her gag. I hooked a finger around the bandana, pulling it from her mouth and letting it hang loosely around her neck.

“Please! You have to help me,” she pleaded. “He’s going to hurt me!”

“Who are you?” I asked, confused.

“Please untie me!” she continued to plead. “He’s coming back!” she shouted in a panic.

I gently placed my hand over her mouth, my fingers brushing against her lips as I tried to calm her down. Her eyes widened in surprise, but I held firm, speaking softly to reassure her.

“Shh, it’s ok. You’re safe. Just breathe.” I could feel her panic subsiding, her body relaxing into my touch. She nodded hurriedly, her eyes widened with fear above the palm of my hand pressed firmly to her lips. Slowly, I removed my hand, and she took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving mine.

“What happened?” I asked as I began to examine the ropes that bound her hands.

“I was kidnapped by this psycho,” she replied as I picked at the simple knot placed in the rope, easily pulling it loose from around her hands. “He tied me up and gagged me, and he’s been holding me captive here for days.”

“You don’t know him?”

“No, do you?” she asked, rubbing her wrists.

“I just ran into him on the trail, on my way to ‘The Lookout’. He said he had a camp.” The situation was seemingly getting more complicated and mysterious as our escape commenced. Why would he bring me to his campsite if he was holding this young woman against her will?

Just as I slowly backed out of the tent with the freed captive, my heart pounding with the thrill of imminent escape, a chill ran down my spine. I froze, sensing a presence behind me. Slowly, I turned, my eyes widening as they met the cold gaze of the stranger.


Part 2:
His eyes gleamed with a dangerous intensity. In one hand, he held a gleaming knife, the blade catching the faint light filtering through the trees.

“What’s going on here?” he asked emotionlessly.

Our escape route now blocked, the air grew thick with tension as I faced the looming threat, my mind racing to find a way out of the increasingly dire situation.

“Drop the knife,” I said calmly. “We are going. I am taking her and we are going”

“Ok,” he shrugged. “But who is she?”

“You tied me up and gagged me and have been holding me hostage in this tent for days, you sicko!” she barked at him, her eyes a fiery rage.

His lips made a thin straight line. “I’ve never seen this girl before in my life.”

“Drop the knife,” I repeated, taking small steps to put distance between myself and the tent, while closing the distance between myself and our armed assailant.

“No,” he said bluntly. “I don’t know you,” he said pointing his finger at me, “and I don’t know you.” His finger pointing at her.

Feeling cornered and threatened, I made a daring lunge at him. The forest echoed with the sounds of struggle as the we grappled fiercely, our breath coming in harsh gasps. Leaves and twigs crunched underfoot, and the surrounding trees seemed to close in, turning the clearing into a makeshift arena. I swung a powerful fist that he barely dodged, stumbling backward over a fallen branch.

He recovered quickly, launching himself at me with a desperate energy, his fists striking out in rapid succession. We crashed to the ground, rolling through the underbrush, each trying to gain the upper hand. I grunted with effort, finally managing to pin him beneath me, my knee pressing hard into my adversary’s chest.

“Tie him up!” screamed the girl, excitedly tossing a short length of rope to me.

He struggled violently, but exhaustion and the weight of my knee on his chest left him at a disadvantage. I quickly bound his wrists, pulling the knots tight despite his desperate thrashing.

Breathing heavily, I stepped back, watching as the now-bound stranger lay panting on the forest floor, his chest rising and falling with each labored breath. The fight had drained us both, but I stood resolute, my eyes cold and unwavering as he surveyed my captive.



To be continued…

Part 3:
Several long coils of rope had been wrapped around his chest and torso, securing him to the thick trunk of a tall oak tree. He sat on the ground, his back pressed against the giant hardwood.

I looped a short length of rope around his feet, pulling them together snugly. Wrapping the rope around his ankles several times, I threaded the loose end of the rope up between his feet, and made several passes around it before knotting it off.

The girl had removed the bandana from around his forehead and slipped it in between his lips, filling his mouth, and tying the loose ends off tightly behind his head.

“Mmmpph!” he protested into the gag, to no avail.

“Do you think the gag is necessary?” I asked.

“Oh yes,” she replied, nodding affirmatively.

“Maybe we should try to find out who he is or why he kidnapped you,” I suggested. “Plus, I don’t think he’s going to be calling out for help or anything.”

“I figured we might have to stay the night here. In the morning, we can hand him over the police. I think it’s just best that we keep him gagged in case he gets, um, hostile or something.”

She wasn’t wrong. The sun had begun to set as it filtered through the towering trees, casting long shadows that danced with their movements. Approximately an hour passed as we sat silently, processing the events that unfolded. Then, night had fallen.

— — — —

The campfire crackled and popped, the flames illuminating the surrounding trees, creating shifting shadows that seemed to breathe with the night.

I stoked the embers of the fire as I watched over the prisoner. Around the fire, faces glowed in its warm, golden light, while beyond its reach, the forest loomed dark and mysterious, its secrets hidden in the inky blackness. The prisoner shifted in the ropes as he sat bound to the tree. Beside me, the girl slept peacefully, curled up on the forest floor next to the warmth of the fire.

“Mmmpph…” he grunted into his gag. I ignored him, pretending not to hear, but his muffled groans persisted.

“Mmm.. Mmpph..” he grunted again, struggling against the ropes binding his wrists and ankles. His eyes were wide with desperation, beckoning me to remove his gag. He thrashed and writhed, muffled grunts escaping from behind the gag that stifled his pleas.

I sighed, tossing the stick I used to poke the embers into the fire and climbed to my feet. The girl was soundly asleep. Each step was a careful ballet, avoiding dry leaves and snapping twigs, as I moved towards him with cat-like precision.

“I’m going to take your gag out,” I said in a whisper, “but if you try anything, it goes back in and it stays in.”

“Mmmppph,” he nodded in agreement.

I hooked a finger around the bandana, pulling it from his mouth and letting it hang loosely around his neck. He gasped for air as the gag was removed.

“Listen,” he said in a careful whisper. “I don’t know what she told you, but whatever it is, it’s a lie. I’ve never seen this girl before in my life.”

“That doesn’t make any sense,” I said, shaking my head. “How did she end up bound and gagged in your tent?”

“I don’t know,” he said, perplexed. “You have to believe me though.”

We spoke in hushed tones, the dense woods muffling their conversation. He was convincing. Whether or not he was being truthful was the question. Two strangers, one not telling the truth. But who?

Suddenly, I heard a twig snap behind me. I turned around, catching a glimpse of a shadow before a heavy branch swung out of nowhere, striking me hard across the temple. Pain exploded in my head, and my vision went dark as I crumpled to the forest floor, unconscious.


Part 4:
My eyelids fluttered open to a throbbing headache, the world around me a blur of green and brown. As my vision cleared, I realized I had been bound tightly to a tree, the rough bark pressing into my back. The ropes cut into my wrists and ankles, and the muffled sounds of the forest returned, mingling with the distant, haunting calls of nocturnal creatures. Panic surged through me as I struggled to comprehend my dire situation.

As my disorientation began to subside, I began to remember the circumstances behind my eventual blackout. My eyes were drawn back to the young man, who remained bound to the tree, the gag tied back in his mouth.

As I struggled to free myself, my gaze fell upon my captor, standing nearby, watching us with unnerving intensity. Our assailant stepped into the glow of the fire. It was her. Her expression was unreadable, and her presence seemed to fill the air with menace.

My heart raced with fear and my mind screamed with questions: “Who are you? Why are you doing this? What do you want from us?”

Revealing the blue bandana with which she had been gagged earlier, she forced it in between my lips, tying it off tightly behind my head.

“Mmmpphh.. Mmpphh!” was all I could manage as the gag was tied in my mouth. I tugged violently against the ropes that bound me, to no avail.

She stood tall and imposing, her eyes cold and calculating as she surveyed her two captives. “You just had to take his gag off, didn’t you?” Her voice was calm and authoritative, a stark contrast to the captives’ desperate situation, as she paced back and forth, plotting her next move.

“Well, this hasn’t exactly gone as planned,” she said, addressing my fellow captive as she began to share her explanation. “But, it rarely ever does. I’ve had my eye on your little encampment here ever since I wandered into the area. I’ve been watching from afar, waiting for the right opportunity to sneak in here and see what you have that might be of value. So when I saw you leave today, I decided to help myself to your tent.”

“Mmm…. Mmmpph,” he murmured into his gag, his words stifled and muffled.

“Imagine my surprise when two of you showed back up,” she continued, now addressing me. “To my disappointment, he had nothing of value, but then I saw you. I mean, just look at this stuff,” she said lifting my backpack as it dangled from her hand. “You have rich boy hiker written all over you.”

“Mmmphh!” I grunted into my gag, my protests muffled by the bandana tied in between my lips.

“I figured I was caught,” she continued. “But then I saw you alone by the fire. That’s when I decided to tie myself up, put a gag in my mouth and fake my own kidnapping. Like the dashing hero, you came to my rescue. You were so easy to deceive; so easy to convince that he was some sort of crazy kidnapper that you actually helped me to subdue him and tie him up. I just needed to make it through the night before I could disappear on my own, which is why I gagged him. I couldn’t allow you two to piece it together. But you just had to take his gag off.”

We began to thrash about in desperate attempts to break free. Gags stuffed in our mouth muffled our grunts and groans, our eyes bulging with fear and frustration. We struggled against the ropes, our movements futile, yet we refused to surrender.

“I could just take what I want and go,” she said as her hand disappeared into her waistband. Her hand was steady as she pulled out a gun, the cold metal gleaming ominously under the dim light. Her eyes locked onto her captives with a chilling intensity, the weapon a silent but powerful extension of her control. She held it up for them to see, her finger lightly caressing the trigger, the threat unmistakable. The woods fell silent, our breaths shallow and hearts pounding as the gun became the center of our grim reality. “But what fun would that be?”


To be continued…

Oooh, this is interesting. I'm looking forward to more.

tillytimber123 wrote: 9 months ago Oooh, this is interesting. I'm looking forward to more.

@tillytimber123 thank you! Stay tuned because there is definitely more to come!

Part 5:
I had been stripped naked. My arms were stretched overhead, wrists bound to a sturdy tree branch. My hands were clenched into fists, my muscles tensed in a futile effort to break free. My body hung limp, feet planted firmly on the ground, as if rooted to the spot. I moaned softly into the saliva soaked gag tied tightly in my mouth.

The other captive had been stripped naked as well. He stood with his hands bound behind him, face to face, bodies pulled close together by the ropes wrapped around our backs and torsos. He bit down on his gag as it sunk into his mouth.

Our kidnapper leaned in close, a cruel smile curling on her lips as she looked her captives in the eyes. “Now this I like!” she taunted, her voice dripping with mockery. She circled us slowly, savoring our humiliation.. “Look at you two. All bound and gagged,” she continued, her words slicing through our hope. “So helpless.” Her laughter rang out, sharp and cold, as she relished the helplessness reflected in our wide, desperate eyes.

“Look at those cocks,” she squinted her eyes as she gazed upon them in mockery. “I guess you could attribute it to the cold,” she laughed as she held up her hand, curling her fingers while shortening the distance between her index finger and thumb.

“Don’t worry,” her mockery at the expense of our humiliation continued. “It’ll be our little secret. And I do mean ‘little’,” she added, wincing again at our cocks.

I could feel his cock brushing against me as we struggle in the ropes, our bodies rubbing together as we pulled at our bindings, moaning softly into our gags. Our captor watched intently, relishing, as our cocks did battle with each shift of our bodies.

“Mmm.. Mmpph,” he moaned aloud as he flexed his hip, pushing his cock into me. I groaned, defeated and degraded.

“This is so much fun,” she said with a smirk. “I think I could watch you two all night.”

“Mmmpph! Mmmpph!” we pleaded in unison.

“What’s that?” she continued to taunt and tease us. “I can’t understand anything you two are saying with those gags in your mouths.”

I felt my cock growing hard as his continued to brush against it, our bodies rubbing together as we struggled. He bucked his hips as he tugged at the ropes, pushing his semi-erect cock into me.

Bound and gagged, we continued to struggle against our restraints as the sound of her footsteps grew closer. Emerging from the darkness, she stepped into the flickering light, a sharp knife gleaming in hand. I had recognized it as the other captive’s knife from earlier. Her eyes were cold and unfeeling, fixated on the victims. Each step was slow and deliberate, the blade reflecting our mounting terror. The silence was pierced only our muffled whimpers.

She placed the cold steel blade to the rope wrapped around our bodies, bonding us together, and began to saw through it. Slowly, the rope became tattered and frayed, as she spent what seemed like an eternity trying to cut through it. Finally, she cut through the last of the threads it was hanging on by, allowing us to created space between our bodies, our cocks now hard from struggling against each other.

She tucked the knife into her waistband, leveling the gun up to her eyesight. She stood with a steely resolve, her hands steady as she aimed the gun at her two captives. Her eyes were hard and unyielding, locking onto each of us with a piercing gaze. We whimpered, pleading into our gags, our faces a mix of shock and fear. The cold metal of the gun glinted in the low light, a stark reminder of the deadly seriousness of the situation.

“On your knees,” she commanded, as the other captive obediently complied. “Good dog.” I felt my body trembling as she circled around us like a predator stalking its prey.

“Mmmpph! Mmmpphh!” I moaned into my gag, pleading in desperation as she disappeared behind me. A shiver was sent down my spine as I heard the soft crunch of the ground as a set of footsteps approached from behind. Chills radiated throughout my body as I sensed the unmistakable presence of her standing silently behind me. I felt her warm breath on the back of my neck as she tucked the gun into her waistband.

“Mmmpph!” I groaned, wide eyed, as she placed a hand on my hip. Moaning aloud, muffled by the gag in my mouth, my body tensed as she reached around with her other hand, enclosing it around my cock.

“Mmm… Mmpph.” I pressed my lips together over the gag as she began to slowly stroke my cock, feeling it grow harder as she ran her hand up and down the shaft. Her other hand slipped off my hip as she reached around with her arm, cupping my balls. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly as she sent small tingles radiating through my body.

From his knees, the other captive watched intently, his cock growing hard. He moaned softly, muffled by the gag sunk into his mouth.

She gently massaged my balls as she continued to run her hand up and down the shaft of my cock. I twisted in the ropes that bound my wrists, biting down on the saliva soaked bandana that filled my mouth, muffling my gentle moans. I felt my cock throbbing as her tiny hand gripped it.

Without saying a word, she reached out as the other captive knelt before me, my fully hard cock protruding. She hooked a finger around the bandana tied tightly between his lips, slipping it out of his mouth and letting it hang loosely around his neck. Placing a hand on the back of his head, she slowly pulled it forward. He pulled back, unwilling and opposed.

“You know what to do, pet,” she said, her voice stern, a stark reminder of who had the knife and the gun. Reluctantly, he slowly leaned forward.

“That’s it,” she said as he parted his lips slightly, tilting his chin up as his mouth opened gradually. “Suck that cock.”

“Mmmppph!” I moaned aloud as I felt him take my cock into his hot, wet mouth. I flexed my hips as his lips enclosed around it, taking me deep into his mouth.

I bellowed out a chorus of muffled moans, breathing hard and rhythmically as his wet lips slid up and down the shaft of my cock. He gagged on my cock with each thrust of my hips. I could feel his slippery tongue gently massaging it.

“That’s it, you dirty, dirty boys,” she muttered as she ran our fingertips across her waistline, slipping her hand down into the front of her panties as it dove deep down between her thighs. She moaned softly as she watched him suck my cock, her hand wandering between her legs, rubbing her pussy.

My cock was throbbing as he took it deep inside his mouth. We traded moans as our kidnapper occasionally offered whispers of encouragement: “Mmm, yeah, suck that cock.” “Slutty boys.” “Mmm… so fucking hot!”

I could now feel my cock pulsing as I was about to cum. Our kidnapper moaned aloud as she vigorously rubbed her own pussy, seemingly about to cum also.

In between moans and panting, she continued blurting out commands: “Suck it like you mean it!” “Cum in his mouth!”

We moaned in unison as she was seemingly reaching a climax, his tongue doing somersaults in his mouth as it wrapped around the shaft of my cock.

“Oh, fuck yes!” she cried aloud, as the tingling sensation of blended orgasms slowly amassed to an eruption of ecstasy. At the same time, a rush of euphoria radiated throughout my body.

“Mmm.. Mmpph..” I whimpered as the tingly feeling stimulating my body rocketed into a sudden burst of intense pleasure.

“Mmmmppph!” I screamed into my gag as I exploded into his mouth.

— — — —

Two park rangers pushed through the dense underbrush, cutting through the early morning mist. As they approached a clearing, they froze, their eyes in disbelief at the two of us naked and bound and gagged, my hands tied to the sturdy limb of the tree that hung overhead; the other captive stood with his arms wrapped around my waist, his hands bound in the small of my back as we had been pulled in close together and bound face to face. The rangers exchanged a quick, urgent glance before rushing forward, pulling the gags from our mouths. They stood beside us, their hands working swiftly to untie the ropes. “It’s okay, you’re safe now,” one ranger reassured us, while the other radioed for backup, their voices a lifeline in the quiet, foreboding woods.

One ranger turned to the other, his words ominous and grim:

“Do you think this was our girl?”


The End?

Awesome story, damn she is a tricky one. I have a soft spot for female characters that trick you into a situation. Keep up the amazing work

Roboticrobin20 wrote: 9 months ago Awesome story, damn she is a tricky one. I have a soft spot for female characters that trick you into a situation. Keep up the amazing work

@Roboticrobin20 she definitely did trick us Thank you for taking the time to read and for the positive feedback. I’m thinking about making a second chapter for another encounter with our little vixen, but may also possibly end it here as intended. I am open to discuss