Stories of Tie Up Games

This story takes place long after the crime and is presented in several parts. I have written a story about the solution of the crime that I could add at the end.

Darlene’s Terror


Most of the story is a narration by the principal participant Darlene, from memory.
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I paused on the front porch of Roger’s house. Was I sure what I was getting myself into? My friend Reg should be here as well – as a safety as well as an assailant.

But I need to do this for the victim.

Should I? Dare I? I decided on a random trigger. If the next car along the street was going up the hill, I would go in. Otherwise I might just turn around.

Four cars in a row came along Roger’s street. All going up hill. A good omen.

I pressed the doorbell.

Roger opened the door and let me in; Reg standing in the background.

I hung up my coat in the closet and removed my shoes and added them to the collection on the floor.

I handed Roger two keys. He nodded.

I saw the strips of duct tape on the edge of the shelf; I took the longer one and pasted it across my lips. First big step. I pulled the handcuffs out of the pocket of my coat, then reached for one of the remaining strips of duct tape and placed it over my (closed) left eye. Repeated for the right eye.

Nearly committed.

I fastened one of the cuffs over my left wrist and reached my arms around my back. I opened the other cuff in my left hand, placed my right wrist in the open cuff and paused. Last step before committal.

I am a policewoman who investigated a particularly horrific crime, which Roger helped me to successfully solve. I am to provide my statement in the trial of the main perp in a couple of weeks. I want to experience what I could of the poor woman’s capture and suffering. Hence this exercise. But my heart was pounding over the next step.

My omen cars had gone up hill. Resolutely I closed the cuff over my right hand. Committed, as Roger had the keys.

I think it was Roger who led me into the hall, turning me right into his living room that I had visited before.

“Kneel down,” I was instructed, onto a soft pad.

I knelt with his hand as a support and stayed upright.

I felt a rope pass around my ankles a couple of times and then was secured. The ends of the rope were pulled up and through my cuffs but not tied.

A hand gave my back a strong push, and I tumbled forward.

PANIC TIME as I visualized my nose impacting the wood floor in front of me. My heart rate skyrocketed and adrenaline and other hormones flushed through my arteries and veins. My inners wanted to void.

FRIGHT.

TBC

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Part 2

I had been pushed over by a hand. PANIC!

My chest impacted a pile of pillows and cushions. Hands grabbed my head and let it down gently.

Oh my. Roger and Reg succeeded in giving me the fright of my life. Just as would have happened to the victim as she was seized in kidnapping. Slowly my heart and breathing slowed down.

My tape gag had come loose as I had opened my mouth to get a big breath of air; a hand re-attached it. Another hand pulled at the rope ends through my handcuffs drawing up my legs into a hogtie (I learned later what this tie was called.)

My left breast had contacted the pillows initially and was a little sore. My wrists likewise hurt as I had jerked my cuffed hands as I was toppling over. But otherwise very satisfied with the initial experience of captivity. Totally frightened.

I was left alone for some time – hours?. Mentally I composed what I might say about her state of mind at the moment she was kidnapped – going from probably thinking about her drive home from the parking garage to the terror of being seized and bound.

After I had composed my thoughts, I wondered what would happen next. I had some speculation about her captivity from the pictures and descriptions in the Coroner’s report which opined that the victim was kept bound and gagged for a full day before her end. Assaulted, likely repeatedly.

I didn’t know where the men were. Obviously I was likely to be kept for a day at least.

I wasn’t in comfort, but neither in discomfort. Strange feeling of my hands behind my back in the somewhat loose hogtie. Nothing I could do until the men re-appeared, though I could try to draw their attention with my safe sound, if I could make it loud enough. But not necessary at this time.

I relaxed somewhat – I had worked late last night, then been awake much of the night debating whether or not I should go through with the exercise. Well, it was turning out to be a bit boring as I was left alone for a long time. I might have dozed off a little.

TBC

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