01 - The Fort
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By rexer
Back when I was about 11 or 12, my parents did something wonderful. They bought a house with a 2-car garage. Above the 2 car garage was a floored storage space, which was only accessible by a ladder in the back of the garage. There was also a door cut into the top front of the garage which could be opened from the inside of the "fort". Myself and the other neighborhood kids scrounged carpeting and chairs, couches, and anything else we could find being thrown out on the street to furnish our "fort". This fort was the site of many, many games, and initiations, and just plain experiments.
The street I grew up in had many kids. Anyway, here's my first story. I was 11. My three neighbors, Gina (11), her sister Becky (13), and her brother Rich (10) were over playing "spy". The object of this game was for one team to go out and hide, and the other team to go find them. If one of them was caught, the other one had to try to rescue them. The fort was the base where anyone caught was taken.
On this day, rich and I were the catchers, and the two girls were the spies. (Funny how that worked out).
It took us a matter of about 10 minutes to catch Gina, and we brought her back to the fort immediately.
I sent her brother out to look for Becky, and proceeded to tie her up using ripped strips of cloth. My mother had bought boxes of cloth scraps to use for sewing years ago, and there were several boxes (tons) of cloth in the basement. It was no problem to take a couple of 5 foot sheets and rip them up.
I tied her hands behind her back, crossing the wrists so she couldn't get away easily. I then tied her ankles together. This was before I learned to cross the ankles, but it was still pretty tight. I then took a strip of cloth and shoved it into her mouth. I used another strip and wrapped it around her head and mouth twice, tieing it in the back. I then sat her down, leaning against support beam and tied her to the beam. I stopped to admire my handiwork, then ran off to look for her sister. I went downstairs and hid behind an old rowboat in the garage, and waited to see if her sister would come and rescue her. (I could also listen to her struggling upstairs). After a short time, I heard someone climbing up the ladder in the corner, and when I was sure they were started up it, I jumped out and ran to the ladder, and was able to easily catch her before she got to the top of the ladder. I told her to keep going upm the ladder, and led her to the upstairs where her sister Gina was still tied to the pole. She had managed to work the gag free, but was still tied very tightly.
I tied Becky up in exactly the same as Gina, and had them sit back to back against the support beam. I regagged Gina, and gagged Becky with a couple of strips of cloth and told them I was going to go find Rich. Becky was smiling when I said that, and I was not sure why until I went next door and found him hogtied in the neighbors tin shed. Becky had caught him offguard, and being the older sister, had convinced him that he was the one caught. She used old clothesline to tie his hands and feet, and had stuffed a rag in his mouth, using rope to hold it in. She had tied the knots so tight, that I had to go get a knife from my house to cut him loose. When he was loose, he had thoughts of revenge on his mind, but when we returned to the fort, the girls had untied each other (back to back IS kind of dumb), and were out hiding again. Oh well, that's enough for now. I have many, many more stories to tell, and if anyone is interested, I will send along more later.
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rexer's stories
- 01 - The Fort (m/ff, ff/m)
- 02 - Amy, Lisa and Gina (m/f+, f+/m)
- 03 - Tied to the Pole (f/m, F/ffm)
- 04 - Playing Army (mf/ff)