Stories of Tie Up Games

Abigail arrived at her neighbor's house just in time to see Mrs. Jones bustling around like a whirlwind as she got ready to rush to her office's overnight conference. "Emergency phone numbers are on the fridge, there's plenty of food for you to put dinner together, call if you need anything," the middle-aged secretary said, snapping her purse shut and giving Abigail a harried smile as she hurried out the door. "Boys, be good!"

As the door slammed shut, the young college student turned to look down at her two charges. Aiden and Ethan were ten-year-old twin towheads who both looked distinctly excited to have their mother out of the house for an entire twenty-four hours. Only Mrs. Jones' reminder that Aiden was wearing the gray shirt and Ethan the green allowed Abigail to tell them apart. "Bet I can beat you in MarioKart!" Ethan exclaimed as the two boys raced into the living room, intentionally bumping into Abigail and elbowing her stomach as they ran past.

She rubbed her belly and scowled in their direction before shaking her head and wandering into the kitchen. The nineteen-year-old was 5'5" with long, light brown hair tied up into a ponytail, blue eyes and lightly tanned skin. Her tight green t-shirt hugged her perky breasts and stretched across her pudgy stomach, riding up enough to show a few inches of her soft lower belly, and her ripped blue jeans sat low on her hips. Abigail peeked into the fridge and saw plenty of sandwich materials, before noticing a note left on the kitchen table. It was a list from Mrs. Jones reminding her of the boys' bedtime, allergies, favorite snacks and limit of one hour of television.

Abigail leaned against the kitchen counter as she texted her friends and scrolled through social media, not worried about Aiden and Ethan who she could hear shouting at each other as they played video games in the living room. Time ticked by fast and as it approached an hour Abigail sighed, not looking forward to telling the twins to get off the television; however she wasn't willing to risk a pay cut by not following Mrs. Jones rules for her sons. The babysitter walked into the living room and stood behind the boys as they raced through a MarioKart track. "Alright boys, when this round's over the TV's turning off," she declared, unsurprised by their immediate scowls and angry groans.

"No fair!" Aiden whined as Abigail shut the television off and took their controllers away. "Now what are we supposed to do?"

"I don't know, what do you usually do?" Abigail shrugged, barely able to remember the games she played as a kid, let alone imagine what a couple of young boys would want to do for fun. "You've got plenty of toys upstairs, don't you? Go play with those."

The twins exchanged glances and scampered off to their bedroom while Abigail went into the kitchen and pulled out plates upon which she built up a couple of sandwiches. It was still mid-afternoon, early for dinner, but it wouldn't hurt to be prepared. She figured that when the twins started complaining that they were starving she could just open the fridge and hand them ready-made sandwiches.

As she finished putting the sandwiches together she heard pounding feet running towards her and looked up in time to watch Aiden and Ethan skid into the kitchen, one dressed in a fake detective costume complete with trenchcoat, hat and magnifying glass, while the other was clad in a police officer's uniform that included a belt with loops for a toy gun, nightstick and handcuffs. "Get over here, you've gotta play the game!" Aiden demanded impatiently.

Abigail rolled her eyes but set the sandwiches aside and followed the twins indulgently as they led her upstairs to their room. "What kind of game are we playing?" she asked, raising her eyebrows at the sight of the large, messy room that looked like a tornado had gone through it, dumping costumes and toys all over the floor and furniture.

"You're a robber who's gotta steal something from us," Aiden explained. "Then we're gonna catch you and figure out what you took."

"You've got five minutes to steal something and hide," Ethan added before pulling his brother along with him as they went to their parents room and went inside, shutting the door behind them. Deciding to indulge the playful game, Abigail looked around the boys' room for something she could take, a grin lighting up her face when she saw two plastic jack-o-lanterns up on a shelf that were still half-full with Halloween candy - no doubt Mrs. Jones was a stickler about how many sweets the twins could have each day.

Abigail grabbed the two buckets and tiptoed downstairs to hide them in the cupboard underneath the sink. Then she hurried into the laundry room, squeezing herself into the small closet between the shelves of clean linen sheets and cleaning supplies. Just in time too, as soon as she was in the closet with the door closed she heard two sets of pounding footsteps as the boys raced around upstairs looking for her.

It wasn't hard to tell where the twins were from how noisy they were, but Abigail still found herself holding her breath, nervously caught up in the chase of the game as she heard them searching the kitchen and living room before one set of sneakers padded into the laundry room. After a long pause the closet door was flung open and Abigail found herself staring down at a scowling Aiden, dressed in his police costume. "Caught you, robber!" he declared, grabbing Abigail by the waist and turning her around so he could cuff her hands behind her back.

"No, how'd you find me?" Abigail groaned playfully as she was marched upstairs where Ethan was waiting for them in the boys' bedroom. They made her sit down in a child-sized plastic red chair where she was finally short enough for the twins to loom over her.

"What did you steal?" Ethan asked, looking at her through his magnifying glass while Aiden walked further back into the bedroom, out of Abigail's line of vision.

"You'll never make me talk!" she said dramatically. "You can't keep me here forev- hey!" Appearing from behind her, Aiden slung a jumprope across her ribs just beneath her breasts and began wrapping the long length of plastic around her again and again, binding her to the back of the plastic chair. "What are you doing?" she asked, feeling annoyance begin to flow through her as Aiden handed another jumprope to Ethan who used it to tie her legs together.

"We're not gonna let you escape until we know what you took from us!" Ethan declared. Abigail rolled her eyes and opened her mouth to protest, but cut off with a muffled yelp when she found a balled-up sock stuffed inside her mouth. It was followed by Aiden tying a long rolled-up bandana through her lips in a cleave gag.

"Mmmmph!" she cried, her eyes bulging and emotions quickly cycling through shock to alarm to fury as she began to struggle in earnest. Abigail was dismayed to find that she was bound much more securely than she'd originally thought, unable to wiggle free between the jumpropes around her chest and her wrists still secured between her back and the chair with the plastic handcuffs. As she squirmed and yelled muffled threats into the gag, Aiden pulled out another jumprope and wrapped it around her thighs and the seat of the chair, making it even more impossible for Abigail to work her way free.

"Hmmm dmmmmph hmmmmffff!" Abigail shouted, squirming and glaring at the twins as they smirked in her direction. Aiden elbowed his brother and snickered.

"Look at her weird bellybutton," he said, pointing at Abigail's midriff as she flushed with humiliation and anger. Thanks to her struggling and the ropes beneath her breasts, her already-tight t-shirt had ridden up higher to expose the round, pudgy curve of her belly. In the center sat her bellybutton, an innie that was so shallow it was almost an inbetweenie. Just inside the rim of the circular divot lay a large knot that was cleaved in half by a crevice that ran through it vertically. Though both halves of the divided knot were large, the left half protruded out far enough that it almost stuck out past the rim of her bellybutton, while the right half lay a bit flatter inside her navel.

"Hmm mmm ggmmmph!" Abigail demanded, feeling incandescent with rage.

"Yeah, she's not going anywhere," Ethan said to Aiden. Abigail watched angrily as the twins began looking around the room, trying to determine what she'd taken. It didn't take long for Ethan to notice the empty shelf where the jack-o-lanterns had sat and he gave a shout, tugging on Aiden's arm to draw his attention to the theft. "Our Halloween candy?! You're gonna pay for that one robber," Ethan threatened. "What did you do with it?"

"I bet she ate it!" Aiden snickered, pointing at Abigail's chubby stomach. He grabbed his nightstick and shoved the arm-length plastic pole into Abigail's belly, making her grunt into the gag as the blunted end of the stick drove into her shallow innie, forcing her bellybutton down into her soft stomach. "That's why her belly's so fat, it's full of candy."

"HMMMMMMPH!" Abigail screamed, slightly breathless from being socked in the stomach with the nightstick which continued to dig uncomfortably into her bellybutton. Her thoughts were filled with visions of strangling the twins as soon as she got free, but instead she was forced to watch as Ethan laughed at his brother's suggestion.

"Her belly was already fat when she got here!" Ethan said. Abigail's fury turned to sudden fear when he grabbed a pocketknife from a drawer and flicked it open, making the sharp, short blade pop up. "Tell us where the candy is or you're gonna pay!" he threatened, thrusting the knife at Abigail's protruding belly. She squealed into the gag and sucked her stomach in, forcing the chubby pooch to sink inward a few inches away from the knife.

The twins laughed and smirked evilly as Ethan stepped closer to Abigail's bound form, poking the tip of the sharp knife inside the rim of her round bellybutton. Abigail whimpered, face flushed with embarrassment and fear as she felt the pointed tip of the pocketknife poke the left side of her cleaved navel knot. "Did you eat our Halloween candy?" Ethan demanded.

"Nnnnph!" Abigail cried, shaking her head frantically. Her pudgy belly was trembling slightly from both the exertion of keeping it sucked in as well as her fear of being run through bellybutton-first by the pocketknife; she didn't trust a ten-year-old one bit not to accidentally slip with a sharp knife in hand, and the babysitter knew she was perilously close to having her sensitive innie skewered. "Pmmmmph, hm-mmmph mm-hnghmmmph!"

"If it's not in her belly then we've gotta go looking for it," Aiden declared. Abigail whimpered again, this time in relief, when Ethan stepped back and pulled the knife away from her bellybutton. The twins raced out of the bedroom without a backward glance and Abigail heaved a shaky breath, letting her stomach slump outward as she released the tension within it. With the boys out of the room she tried writhing from side to side in the chair and tugging at her wrists to pull them out of the cuffs, but the jumpropes only rubbed uncomfortably against her ribs, forcing her t-shirt to ride up even higher, and the handcuffs held firm as the plastic was apparently stronger than she'd originally thought.

Abigail turned her attention instead to the gag in her mouth, an ache quickly forming in her jaw and tongue as she pushed at the cloth wedged inside her mouth. Finally she was able to work the bandana out from between her lips, letting it fall down to rest in a loop tied loosely around her neck. She spat out the balled-up sock and worked her jaw for a moment before gathering a deep breath and screaming, "YOU TWERPS GET UP HERE AND UNTIE ME RIGHT NOW!"

For a moment it was silent but then Abigail heard the sound of running feet. Aiden and Ethan skidded to a stop in the bedroom doorway, looking relieved to see her still tied to the small chair. "How'd you get the gag off?" Ethan asked curiously.

Glaring at him, Abigail struggled against the jumpropes and said, "Let me go right now or you're dead! This game has gone way too far!"

To her dismay the twins exchanged glances, not taking another step toward her. Aiden smirked at Abigail and said, "We can't let you go, we haven't gotten our candy back! Anyway, robbers don't get to make demands."

"I'm not a robber, I'm your babysitter!" Abigail cried with exasperation. "And your candy's down underneath the sink." She groaned in frustration when the boys raced off, their footsteps thundering downstairs and into the kitchen. "GET BACK UP HERE!" she screamed, throwing her entire body against the jumpropes as she attempted to free herself. She continued shouting threats that the twins ignored as they remained downstairs, though Abigail could hear their faint talking and laughter as she yelled at them.

Suddenly the air was pierced by the sound of a ringing phone. Abigail heard one of the boys shout, "Oh no, it's mom! We gotta make her shut up." Pounding footsteps raced up the stairs and Aiden and Ethan skidded into the bedroom. At some point they'd taken off their costumes and were back in their normal clothing with Ethan clutching a ringing cordless phone in his hand and Aiden holding an ominous roll of duct tape.

Aiden grabbed a bandana that was lying on the bed and balled it up, stuffing it inside Abigail's mouth. He then ripped off a strip of duct tape and smoothed it over her lips while Abigail flinched back, glaring fiercely. He ripped off three more strips of duct tape and plastered them over her mouth, effectively gagging the nineteen-year-old once again. Then Ethan answered the phone with a bright and cheery, "Hi mom!"

"Mmmph!" Abigail exclaimed before Aiden's hand slapped down over her gagged mouth and he grabbed a pair of scissors that had fallen to the floor.

"Shut up or I'll stab these into your big fat belly!" he threatened desperately, leveling the scissors at Abigail's bellybutton as he glanced nervously at the phone. Abigail froze, her eyes locked on the sharp tips of the scissor blades as Aiden held them hovering just in front of her round bellybutton, one wrong move away from having her cleaved navel knot really split into two.

"That was just the TV," Ethan told Mrs. Jones, glancing nervously at Abigail where she sat tied up and gagged. "Oh, her? She's making dinner. Yeah, it's going okay... okay, love you too, see you tomorrow!"

Ethan hung up the phone and Aiden dropped his hand from Abigail's mouth, though he kept the scissors pointed at her midriff. "Look, she'll do anything we want if we say we'll stab her belly!" Aiden giggled, both boys clearly feeling bold after escaping the phone call with their mother unscathed. Aiden poked the scissors closer to Abigail's shallow innie and the twins laughed when she whimpered into the gag and sucked her stomach in. "She can even suck in her fat belly enough to make it kinda skinny." Aiden pushed the scissors even closer and Abigail did indeed suck her stomach in further, forcing all the air from her lungs in order to tighten the muscles of her belly desperately, trying to tug the bottom of her navel in towards her spine.

"Nnnngh!" she protested when Ethan rummaged around on the messy floor and grabbed another bandana which he twisted into a long line that he tied over her eyes in a blindfold. "Hmmmph mmm gmmmph!" she cried, twisting in her bonds. Abigail yelped when she felt the sudden rough poke of a child-sized finger being jammed into her bellybutton, pressing down on the sensitive bottom.

"I bet she's ticklish!" one of the boys exclaimed, though Abigail was unable to tell who without being able to see their clothes to tell them apart. She whined into her gag as she found herself suddenly subjected to a barage of fingers scratching roughly at her stomach and pinching the plush padding on her lower belly. Even worse were the fingers that poked into her bellybutton and wiggling or swirling around inside the shallow divot. Abigail tried to fight the rising laughter but it was forced out of her the more her chubby belly and the sensitive bottom of her navel knot were tickled and she began to giggle, muffled by the gag in her mouth.

"Her weird bellybutton's really ticklish!" one of the boys said with glee. Abigail tried to squirm and protest through her forced giggles, feeling her bellybutton beginning to ache as it was poke over and over and over again. The poking didn't let up but after a few minutes Abigail squealed in surprise when an object was shoved into her bellybutton, with a hard tip and surface on one side but rough bristles on the other.

She realized that it was an electric toothbrush when the object turned on with a whirl and the bristles began to spin quickly, brushing against the rim and inner wall of her bellybutton. "MMMMHMMHMMHMMMPH!" Abigail screamed, her loud desperate laughter muffled by the gag as the toothbrush was probed around inside her bellybutton, tickling the two raised bumps of her navel knot and even poking inside the crease dividing her knot to tickle its sensitive inner divot.

"Wow, you're the most ticklish babysitter we've ever had!" one of the boys said. Abigail internally recoiled, wondering if the twins had held captive any of their previous babysitters before, as she desperately thought about whether or not Mrs. Jones had any idea what terrible, awful hellions her two sons were. Externally she continued laughing helplessly, unable to do anything except scream and squirm as her bellybutton was relentlessly tickle tortured.

By the time the toothbrush was put away Abigail's muffled laughter had grown breathless and ragged, and she could feel her sore, abused bellybutton ache as it was poked roughly by one of the boys. "I've got the knife out, so you better stay still or else I'll poke your bellybutton," a voice said cheerfully. Abigail whimpered as she felt the sharp knife tip indeed just barely pricking the tip of her tender navel knot and she froze, though she couldn't stop the twitch of her stomach when she felt a cool, wet pressure of a marker sliding across her belly.

She breathed shallowly as the marker scribbled across her exposed stomach, quickly joined by a second marker as the twins worked together, drawing over her aching belly. Abigail fought to remain still, trying not to flinch at the ticklish sensation of the wet tips of the markers sliding over her sensitive skin. "There, done!" one of the boys exclaimed.

To her surprise, Abigail felt the jumprope around her chest tighten and then loosen as one of the boys unwound it from beneath her breasts. Then, leaving her still tied to the chair, they both scampered off, laughing.

Abigail resumed her struggling and with more slack in the jumprope she was finally able to slide it off, letting the long plastic rope clatter to the floor. It didn't help that her wrists were still cuffed behind her back but with her torso free she was able to contort her upper body uncomfortably, groping around with her twisted arms until she could untie the jumprope around her thighs that bound her to the seat of the chair.

Finally able to move her entire body, Abigail rolled onto the floor, grunting as she felt the toys scattered across the carpet pressing uncomfortably into her body. She squirmed onto her side and, with effort, squeezed her bound legs through the loop of her cuffed wrists so that they were in front of her rather than bound behind her. Abigail sat up and untied her legs, then got to her feet with some difficulty, unable to use her cuffed hands for balance.

She yanked the blindfold off of her eyes and blinked at the sudden influx of flourescent light, then yanked strip after strip of duct tape off of her mouth, "mmmph"ing in annoyed, pained frustration until her sore lips were freed and she was able to pull the spit-soaked bandana out and toss it on the ground. Spying a pencil lying on the floor she picked it up and was able to use the sharp tip to pick the lock on the cheap plastic handcuffs, rubbing her wrists in relief once they were finally freed.

It was only then that Abigail looked down at her stomach and gasped in horror. She raced into the bathroom on wobbly legs and looked in the mirror; her t-shirt was still rucked up, only covering her breasts and upper ribs but leaving her stomach bare. The twins had drawn all over her stomach, covering it in black doodles of cartoonish food, burgers and cookies and soda cans with the word "fattie" scrawled across her upper belly. More writing littered her bare skin, with "tickle button" scribbled next to her bellybutton and "poke here" written beneath it with an arrow pointed up at her innie. Abigail's bellybutton was pink from how much poking and tickling it had received and when she carefully probed her finger inside her bellybutton felt sore to the touch.

She splashed water on a washcloth along with some soap and attempted to scrub the writing off but groaned in frustration when she realized that the boys had used permanent marker. Her exhaustion and fear quickly turning into righteous fury, Abigail stomped out of the bathroom to see Aiden and Ethan standing in the hallway, both giggling at the sight of the angry babysitter. Her face flushed with humiliation, Abigail tugged down on her shirt to better cover her stomach, although she wasn't able to pull it completely over her pudgy midsection. "You might be laughing now, but you won't be once I tell Mrs. Jones what you did," she threatened lowly.

"If you tell our mom then we're gonna tell her that you let us watch five hours of TV and eat all our Halloween candy, and she probably won't even pay you," Aiden said sweetly. "But if you tell her we were good then we won't say anything bad about you either."

Abigail steamed, her cheeks bright red as she glowered down at the two smirking boys. "Go to your rooms now," she snapped, unable to even enjoy the way that the twins immediately scampered off. Rubbing her sore, throbbing bellybutton she made her way downstairs to see the sandwiches had been demolished along with half of the Halloween candy, likely sometime before Mrs. Jones had called on the phone. Abigail heaved a frustrated sigh, stalking into the living room to slump down onto the sofa, giving her better access to massage her pudgy belly as she fumed over the situation she was in. It wouldn't be worth risking her paycheck to get Aiden and Ethan in trouble with Mrs. Jones, even if they had been absolutely awful.

Exhausted from the ordeal of being the twins' captive, Abigail only realized she'd drifted off to sleep when she awoke the next morning to the sound of the front door opening. Flooded with panic she leapt up from the sofa and walked out of the living room to be greeted with the sight of Mrs. Jones coming in through the front door. "Oh, there you are!" the woman greeted, setting down her purse and jacket. "I suppose the boys are still asleep then?" She frowned, her gaze shifting downward, and Abigail followed Mrs. Jones' eyesight to see the woman staring at Abigail's marker-covered lower belly, poking out from beneath her t-shirt.

She flushed and tugged the fabric down, holding it with one hand. "Yes, they played a lot yesterday so they were tired," she muttered, wishing she could scream about how horrible the twins had been. Mrs. Jones beamed at her obliviously, pulling out her wallet.

"Excellent! Thank you so much for watching them, dear, I know they can be a handful," she said, pulling six fifties from her wallet and handing them to Abigail who pocketed the money with a tight smile. "I'll call you again soon!"

"Uh, sure," Abigail said, edging her way toward the door as she laughed nervously. She slumped in relief as soon as the door shut behind her and she rubbed her belly, which had thankfully stopped aching so much although her bellybutton still felt sore to the touch. "Not going to babysit them again anytime soon," she muttered to herself as she made the short walk back home.