In A Bamboo Fiber Bind: Part 2 added (M/F, F/M, M/M)

[Beaumains]

The testimony of a female jogger, questioned by the detective

That is accurate, sir. I discovered him. Or better said, my dog Coco found him. As usual, we went for a longer run on Sunday evening, before sunset, and didn’t divert from our standard route through Oak River Park, which is 8 miles in total. First, we ran up the old geology trail before going south, following that little creek downwards that is probably unnamed. It is gently downhill and thus terrific to run. Few know about that hidden beauty as the end and the start are overgrown, but the remainder is asphalted. Coco ran next to me, and just after the thin bridge over the creek, she dove into the cove of young pines. Typically, she never does that. You know, she does not go after squirrels or birds. That she did not return instantly and was barking troubled me. So I entered the grove.

What did I see? A clearing was hiding between pines, maybe 20 feet in each direction. Scattered around were some small boulders, and leaves and branches covered the forest floor as if there had been quite some activity. There was a lifeless tree in the middle, a young sycamore. He lay on his stomach and did not move.

Would he be able to move? Well, at least a little bit. Shake his foot or bob his head. But his limbs were tightly fastened. His black pants were hard to see. So much rope was winded around them. Around his upper body, more rope was tied, again, all copper-colored. His arms were forced together behind his back, but that was hard to digest. Yeah, he was restricted such that his elbows were forced near each other, and his bound wrists pointed toward his feet. His legs were twisted backward, and a rope connected his wrists to his ankles. It looked tight as it pulled his back into a slight arc. I guess people call it a hogtie.

About his head? I did not see much and recall little. It was covered by white linen straps. Not really medical ones. More like torn-up bed sheets. I did not discern his face, but it should have been completely covered. There was blood on the back of the head. I did not inspect the wound, but the straps were colored red.

I then grabbed Coco and fled, sprinting to the nearest trailhead. The car park was empty. Only far away, I dared to pull out my phone to call the police.

Why did I not check on him? I was stunned and scared. I have never seen something like this. I feared I was not alone there. So I fled. I panicked.



The testimony of a local police officer, questioned by the detective

I arrived maybe five minutes after receiving the call. I was close by. The young lady waited at the car park and seemed in distress. I grabbed the shotgun from the back of my car, and she accompanied me into that grove and clearing, but I did not require my gun, fortunately. She refused to enter. So I went in alone, and low and behold, a body rested on the forest floor. Despite her panic, that actually startled me. You know, that does not happen in our dear town. It’s not a big city, right? In recent years, a drunk high school kid crashed his car, and two men were caught poaching a few deer. It’s a peaceful place. There’s a reason you never had to visit before.

Oh, about that man? He was still alive but knocked out. I detected his pulse, but he did not react to my presence. I cut through the rope that connected his arms and ankles and also pulled those rags from his head. More rags had been shoved into his mouth, which were now drenched in saliva, forming a compact mass. I was perplexed he had not choked to death. But I’m not too familiar with bondage, so I did not dare to cut through all the ropes, not knowing what would happen when the blood restarted his flow. His fingers were red-purpleish.

Yeah, I recognized the guy when I freed his face. Tucker Macklerson. A tall guy, 23, but with little muscle on him. Since he was young, he has had short, spiky black hair, no glasses, and was always perfectly shaven. He’s a local boy who grew up here and works as a carpenter. Not someone I would imagine this to happen to, but there’s not anyone I would have expected to encounter there. Tucker’s a clever kid and from a decent family. I doubt he has any enemies. You know, I have never caught him with marijuana like many in his year. He’s active in the community, supporting the church and local schools with his skills, giving him business in return. He’s busy, working long days.

How do I know that? Well, detective, he has a big blue Ford F1 Maverick pickup. I am one of the town’s two police officers, so I remember such matters. I witnessed it leave early in the morning and return late at night. In fact, I noticed that car today at the inn, the Red Swan.

The last I heard is that they transferred him to the city for specialized care. He is kept in a coma.



The testimony of a local innkeeper, questioned by the detective

Ah, yes, Tucker. He had lunch here earlier today, together with his lovely fiancee Sage. They are an unbelievably lovely couple and pillars of this community. It’s marvelous to see two young people like them grow up and choose to settle in this charming town instead of moving away as many do. I despise seeing them go off to college and return 20 years later to empty their parental house. Sage and Tucker bring life to the town while everyone is getting older. Nowadays, teens don’t roam the streets anymore in the evenings. Neither are there shrieks of joyous children in the parks. You see this bar? Tucker made it after the other way had rotted so much it became unusable. He also repaired the pews in the church. He is doing his part in bringing the community together.

And about Sage? She is a young, gracious woman who would never cause any trouble or is even involved in any. No, no, on the contrary, she is one of those people who creates and builds and never breaks anything down. After college, she returned and began teaching at the elementary school. They struggled to retain capable teachers, and she is beloved by all. Everyone always says she is very kind and patient and permanently carries a smile, so, unsurprisingly, the kids and parents adore her.

Sage and Tucker came in around one and ordered soup and burgers. It was busy, maybe fifteen or so customers, so I had no time for chit-chat, but they appeared giddy. They were giggling and joyful, and although I don’t fathom why, their joy blessed me and the entire inn. Few things in life make me so elated than witnessing young love. That pure innocence cuts through one’s heart.

Tucker was wearing his usual Sunday pants but had changed into a casual gray hoodie of his employer. It’s understandable. He does not like shirts and instantly changes after church. Sage wore her usual bright red coat, colorful sneakers, and a dark green summer dress.

Both know the entire town and the entire town knows them. So, yeah, they talked to many of my guests. Do you require a list? I can write them down, but that won’t aid your investigation. No criminals reside in this town.

But why are you asking all these questions, detective? Did something befall them?

[60Cancer]

Another promising tale. We have so many good writers.

[LunaDog]

Superb. Brilliantly told, what a good idea to do so this way.

[Caesar73]

I really do like how you begin this new Tales of Yours. The different Perspectives from different People? Well done. The Story begins with not much of an Introduction but we jump right in the Middle of the Narrative with the Testimony of the female Jogger.

[Beaumains]

Another promising tale. We have so many good writers.

Thank you so much!

Superb. Brilliantly told, what a good idea to do so this way.

I have to admit that it is not completely my idea to tell a story like this. I read some old short story ( In a Grove by Ryūnosuke Akutagawa) and thought it would be both stupid and funny to write a tie-up story in this way.

I really do like how you begin this new Tales of Yours. The different Perspectives from different People? Well done. The Story begins with not much of an Introduction but we jump right in the Middle of the Narrative with the Testimony of the female Jogger.

Thanks a lot! I hope the second part is as good as the start.

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The testimony of the mother of Sage, questioned by the detective

Sage? Yes, she’s my daughter. She’s no longer living here. Sage moved out a few years ago with her then-boyfriend now-boyfriend Tucker Macklerson. They purchased a lovely wooden house on the edge of town. Like she always dreamed of, she has a garden to grow fruits and vegetables and cats that greet her when she gets home in the afternoon. It’s idyllic.

Where is she now? Is she not home? We have not had contact with her today, and neither has my husband. But that’s not unusual. We talk a few times a week, and yesterday, Sage and Tucker had dinner with us, so there’s not much left to discuss.

Sage is always open with me. We share everything, so nothing is going on with her. I’d have known. Her life is blissful. She works at the elementary school she attended as a child, and it’s a match made in heaven. Even after the honeymoon period, she adores her job. She loves working with children and witnessing them study, grow, and learn to understand the world. And she has talent. I hear nothing but praise.

Oh, of course, how could I forget about Tucker? He is the ideal son-in-law. Handsome, hard-working, funny, and always ready to help out. She could not have dreamed of better. She and Tucker are overjoyed with each other and true lovebirds, even while together for five years. That they recently decided to marry is a conscious decision; they believe they will be together for the rest of their life.

Obviously, Tucker is not the first. They only got together in the final months of their senior year. Sage was the angel of her year. She was not the smartest or from the wealthiest household, but boys swarmed her. She has a magic twinkle in her eyes, an unforgettable and pure smile, unlimited kindness, and always sees the good in everyone. As a mother, I could not have envisioned a better daughter.

But why these personal questions? Why can you not explain what happened and how Sage is involved? And no, I don’t know where Sage is. I have no clue. Do you say her car is gone? And Tucker isn’t with her? No, I don’t know where she might be up to. Try again tomorrow. She would not abandon her students.



The testimony of Sage, questioned by the detective

Detective, I’ve little time. I cannot leave the children alone for too long. They’ll break the room down.

That I should call a colleague. Will this take a while? Detective, could you please explain what’s going on?

Where did I go yesterday? In the morning, I went to church, and in the afternoon, I had an argument with my fiance. I needed to soothe myself. I turned my phone off, drove to the city, and entered a random hotel. I had a takeaway pizza and read books all night. Then, I returned to work in the morning. That’s not a crime.

Oh, you fancy a detailed account. Is that paramount? Most Sundays, I go to church with Tucker and to the Red Swan afterward. We frequently do so despite the mediocre food. We have to show our face. Tucker is a carpenter, and our reputation and connections are crucial to landing jobs in such a small town.

The innkeeper said we appeared giddy? That happens. We were bored. That’s our private life, detective. That’s no one’s business other than ours.

Do I appear defensive? And are you threatening me? Why do you tell me we should go for a walk? Else you’ll take me with you. Detective, why do you request such private information? You should explain that. It’s about Tucker! And he’s in the hospital! In a coma? Why did you not tell me that earlier? I should go to the hospital first! You only let me go after answering your questions? How dare you? That’s an insult, detective. I should be with my fiance now. Very well.

In the Red Swan, Tucker was playing with me. It’s embarrassing to describe. I know, so please don’t record this. He had been working six days and evenings a week for a while, so we had planned a fun afternoon. He gifted me a remote vibrator, which I wore in the inn. He teased me, shifting it up and down with his phone. That might have been perceived as giddiness. There were no minors, and nobody noticed, so we thought it was fine. Sometimes, you should spice things up, detective. Many do that, so don’t stare me down like that’s a ground-breaking taboo. You inquired what I did yesterday.

After lunch, we headed to Oak River Park. These woods are mostly open, but I was shown a hidden place, a grove with plenty of young pines, ferns, and other dense vegetation in my teens. A few such beautiful hidden glades are scattered between the hills in the fairy tale landscape.

In the middle of the grove stood a thin, branchless tree. A lightning strike had reduced it to 12 feet. Then Tucker fastened me to the tree. You know, bondage. Are you requesting details? That’s, uh, creepy, detective. But very well. I hope you adore this description.

Tucker ordered me to strip. Meanwhile, he tied a stick horizontally to the tree. I stood against the tree and reached to the stick above my head. He bound my wrists to it, shaping my body into a Y. I could barely stand without shifting my weight on the front of my feet. He tied more bamboo ropes around my bare breasts to make them stand out. He loves that look. He also tied my hips and belly to the tree, but resting much weight on them was painful, cutting into my skin. He led my ankles behind the tree and roped them together. I was forced to awkwardly hang with my bound wrists while I leaned forward and balanced on my toes. He pushed my stockings and panties in my mouth and rounded some old bandages around my head to keep them in.

Yes, I was naked. Whether I have any evidence? No! I don’t have any pictures or videos. You can find similar material on the internet, detective, as seeing my body naked won’t aid your investigation.

Tucker stayed with me for a while. He marked me and provoked me with the vibrator and a riding crop. We later had sex. Then he left for a short hike, which I disliked. There was nothing I could do about it, but that’s the game of bondage: teasing and trusting. I was still hanging there. So I went from orgasms to concentrating on my balance and the pain in my wrists and shoulders.

I’m terrible at estimating time while tied up, but I’d guess it lasted 20 minutes. Then, someone tapped my shoulder. “Tucker,” I presumed before opening my eyes. But Julius stood in front of me. Julius Scranedge. We grew up together and were in the same class from grade 1 until graduating. We dated for a while but lost contact when he moved south to study. I don’t know how he found me.

Julius questioned whether I was alright, but before I could answer, he had already released my wrists. Embarrassed being exposed and tied in front of my childhood friend, we untied me, and I put my dress back on to cover myself. We had not exchanged any other words when Tucker stormed in. The guys instantly began yelling. You know what men do. Julius insisted Tucker was mistreating me and that he shouldn’t abandon me alone when I’m tied up. Tucker proclaimed I had made my choice and that they were a couple. Julius should stop going after me. It was aggravating as they, as boys do, always appeared to comprehend my feelings and desires. But it was also frightening as I feared they would fight.

I gathered my stuff and ran home alone. I got into my own car and drove away. I needed me-time. That’s all I recall, detective.

[LunaDog]

Em, very interesting. There are definitely more questions than answers. Superbly told,

[Caesar73]

I have to say, the second Part is as intriguing as the first - even if - as @LunaDog points out - raises new Questions. But that does not hurt. On Contrary. The Testimony of Sage´s Mother seem typical for a Mother, who thinks her Child is always fortright with her, even if she is an Adult.

What I like about Sage´s Testimony? The Reader has to guess, what the Detective asked exactly. We have only Sage´s Answers. If we take Sage´s Testimony as the Truth: What happened was a Game of Outdoor Bondage, which got out of Hand. So it seems.

[60Cancer]

Is something going on with Tucker and Julius?

[slackywacky]

How did I miss this great story? Probably too busy. Glad I did find it now, it is a very nice concept of telling a story.