03 - Tied to the Pole
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By rexer
I remember one summer day, back when I was 13. School was in summer recess, and my parents were both working. My grandmother lived a half a block away from our house, and as long as she knew where we were everything was fine. Most days, we played on the street or went down to the park or the public outdoor pool. Both were only a couple of blocks away. On this day, I was sitting around with my neighbor Bill, Gina from across the street, and her brother Rich. Gina and Bill were my age, but Rich was a couple of years younger and would always tag along with his sisters. Gina usually tried to sneak out whenever she was going anywhere to try to get away from her brother. We started roaming the street, and ended up at Gina's house. On this day, we were thinking of going to the park for a while, and Gina was trying to get rid of Rich. She kept telling him to go do something, or go find one of his friends. He didn't take the hint.
Gina's parents both worked also, and Gina's older sister (Cathy) watched her while her parents were gone. Cathy came out to the porch. Now Cathy was about 25 years old, slightly heavyset, with a mean personality. She was probably going to live with her parents sitting around eating cheese doodles and cursing at people until she turned 50. All three of her sisters and her brother lived in fear of angering her.
Mean was her good mood, anything else was better off left alone. On this day, Gina told her to tell Rich to stay home, she was going down to the park. And Rich argued that he wanted to go down to the park. Cathy told both of them to shut up, and that if Gina went to the park, she could take her little brother along. Then Cathy went back into the house. Gina was not happy, and Rich didn't make it any better by pestering her.
Gina started walking into her back yard, which was rather small, (20 feet by 30 feet), but secluded. There were lilac bushes all around with a fence on two of the three sides. She told Rich to stand over near on of the clothesline poles. He should have known that this was no good, but he did it anyway. His sister then went over to the other pole, and unhooked a length of clothesline. She brought it over, and pulled Richs hands behind him. She tied his wrists, and then wrapped the rope around the pole and his upper arms a bunch of times. She then went over and unhooked another length of rope from the second pole, and used it to tie his feet to the pole.
He was pretty effectively tied. Then Gina announced that she was ready for the park. Rich struggled like crazy, but couldn't get loose. So we went to the park. Rich was forgotten for the moment, and we came back about an hour later. Bill left to go home, and I went with Gina over to her house. Even back then, Gina and I would kinda chum around more than the other kids.
The minute we walked up Gina's driveway, I knew we were in trouble. There was Cathy in the doorway, fuming. But it was too late. We had already committed ourselves to walking up the driveway. Running away now would only make it worse. "What did you do to your brother.." Cathy yelled. "Get over here..".
I assumed she was talking to Gina and not me, so I told Gina "See ya in a little bit", and went across the street to my house. I went in and got a drink, and finished it. I figured this was enough time for Cathy to yell at Gina, so I went back across the street. There was nobody outside, so I knocked on the door. Rich answered. "Is Gina around" I asked.. He laughed and said "sure.. come on in".
I went into the living room, and there was Gina lying on the floor. Her wrists were tied behind her back, and there was rope around her upper body and arms. A lot of rope. Her ankles were tied, and her sister was in the process of tying her thighs. "See what you get" her sister said. I wisely kept very silent, but was starting to look for a clear escape route should one become necessary. Her sister finished, and started looking at the pile of rope she had by her feet. She had to have unhooked all the backyard clotheslines.
There were 2 or 3 25-foot sections still left, along with the 2 used on Gina. Her sister then left the room, and I started to move toward Gina to help her. I heard her sister coming back, so I stepped back, and looked "neutral". Switzerland was no more neutral than I acted at that minute. Cathy brought back a roll of masking tape, and a bunch of men's handkerchiefs. She stuffed two of them into Gina's mouth, and tried to get another, but it wouldn't fit. She then wrapped a piece of tape across her mouth and ripped it. She put a couple of more pieces on, but I could see that it would eventually come loose. At this time, I was ready to bolt, but Cathy sat down, and turned on the TV. I felt safe, so I sat down and started talking to Rich, all the time waiting for Cathy to leave so I could help Gina. Gina struggled like crazy, but she couldn't get loose.
After about 15 minutes or so, Gina's sister Becky came home. She was 2 years older than us, but her and Gina were very close as sisters. "Becky moved over and took off the tape around Gina's mouth. She pulled the handkerchiefs out, and would have started to untie Gina, but Cathy jumped up and said "Get away from her..". Now Becky was at that age teenagers get where they have no fear and will say or do anything.
"####$$@@ you" was Becky's reply. This was not a smart thing to say to Cathy. Cathy grabbed Becky, and they did the pushing, shoving match for a couple of seconds. It was over in second number 3. Cathy outweighed Becky by 50 pounds or more, and had age on her side. Becky ended up on her back, with Cathy pinning her arms to the ground with her knees. After the expected "let me up, you cow" remarks, Cathy said "Now it's your turn..". Now maybe if I had helped, things would have been different, but probably not. So I stayed where I was and watched.
Becky was wearing cut off shorts, like her sister Gina. Those were the thing back when I was a kid. Cathy rolled Becky over onto her stomach. She pulled her hands behind her and used one of the lengths of clothesline to tie her hands. She then tied her arms near her elbows, and wrapped a couple of loops around her body and arms. She took the masking tape and wrapped it around her ankles, then taped around her calves and then her thighs. On bare skin, that was going to hurt when it came off. Sometime during her thighs the tape ran out. She grabbed the last length of rope and went into the kitchen. "Don't help them, or you'll be sorry" were her last words. She went into the kitchen, and I went over to Gina, looking at her hands, I could see that it would take a couple of minutes to get her loose. Her feet were the same. 3 or 4 minutes easy. Her sister had tied real knots. No shoelace ties, or any easily slipped out of knots. I heard her sister coming back, so I jumped back to my chair, like greased lightning .
"What are you doing.." her sister said. (I guess greased lightning isn't as fast as I thought). She walked over to me and grabbed my hand. She gave a pull and I popped out of the chair. I tried to pull away, but that girl had one heck of a strong grip. Gina and Becky were both cheering me on from their ringside seats on the ground, but embarrassing as it is, Cathy had me pinned to the ground in about 2 seconds longer than it took for Becky. She rolled me over onto my stomach, and sat on my back and it was all over. She pulled one of my hands behind me, and tied a piece of rope to it. She used her knee to hold that hand there, and pulled the other hand back to it. She tied my wrists, and then wrapped the rope around my upper arms. She tied it off, and then pulled my feet up and tied them using the last of the rope. I was hog-tied, and laying on the floor with Gina and Becky.
Now Cathy got off me, and I looked around to see what she was doing. When she had gone into the kitchen, she had cut two 3-foot pieces of rope off the 25-foot piece she ended up using on me. She went over to Gina, and took one of the handkerchiefs. Gina locked her jaws shut, but Cathy pinched her nose shut and tickled her ribs. Gina opened her mouth. Cathy stuffed 2 handkerchiefs in, and then took one of the 3 foot pieces of rope and wrapped it around Gina's head and mouth 3 times to hold in the handkerchiefs. Cathy went over to Becky and repeated the procedure. Luckily, she had no more handkerchiefs or rope left, so I was left ungagged. She tormented her sisters for a couple of minutes, then looked over at me and left the room.
Now Rich was nowhere to be seen during most of this, but he seemed to appear out of nowhere now. I motioned my head to say "untie me". He looked at the doorway, and bent over to help me. The rope Cathy used on me was only one shorter length, not the two 25 footers used on the two girls, so the knots came out pretty quickly. I undid my feet, and dropped the rope to the floor. I went over to Gina, and started on her feet. After 3 minutes or so, I had her feet untied. I then started on Becky's feet. I ripped the tape in the middle, but didn't try to pull it off her legs. As long as she could move, we would pull it off her legs later. Rich and I pulled Gina to her feet, with her hands still tied, and still gagged, then we helped Becky stand up. We went over to the door, and opened it very quietly.
Just then we heard a toilet flush, so we all ran out the door and down the driveway. Rich Gina Becky and me. The girls were running slower, because their hands were still tied, but with Cathy as our prod, we made pretty good time. I led everyone across the street to my house, and we went back into the garage. I shut and locked the doors, and set about trying to get the girls knots undone. It took a while, but eventually they were free. Taking the tape off Becky's legs proved easier than I had thought. It almost didn't hurt at all. This was the start of what was to become a minor war between Cathy and the rest of us neighborhood kids.
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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)