05 - Prisoners of War
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By dudalb
Thu Jul 2 01:12:17 PDT 1998
When I was 14 a new weapon came into our lives:The Super Soaker: this was a water weapon that compared to the original water pistol the way a bb gun compares to a AK-47 or an UZI. It carried about twenty times the amount of water as an ordinary water gun. It had to be held in two hands. As a result a great many people in their teens begune to play a more sophisticated version of war. We let the little kids play with us because they made great cannon fodder.
Enter my cousin Cindy. She lived about 70 miles from us up in the California foothills. Her Mom my Aunt Cathy, had a ranch and Cindy grew up with horses. Working in the ranch's stables, she soon knew all about knots and loved to show off her skill. She was 15, a year older than I and had brown hair rather my mom's family trademark redhair. She was tall and weighed about 100 pounds. My aunt drove her down to spend a week with us and soon she acquired a super soaker and was an enthusiastic soldier in our games.
Our main theater of operations was a large regional park near my home. It has a jogging\hiking trail but otherwise was pretty deserted except for a playground at one end. Occaonaly the battle spread into our homes and backyards but this was unusual. A couple of our participants had homes which bordered the park.Sean was one of them. There was small sheetmetal storehouse in Sean's backyard which made a great H.Q.
Sean had loosened a couple of fence boards so we had direct access to the park.Both sides flipped each day to see which side Sean would be on because of the strategic advantage this gave them (can you pick up I'm interested in military history?).
One day the toss put me on the side that did not have Sean's house, and Cindy on the side that did. Cindy, (I found out later) made a suggestion: prisoners should be taken-which had not been done till now. It was squirt, squirt, and you were dead.
At this time I was going steady with a girl for the first time. Her name, for the purposes of this story will be Steffi. Her real name was equally Germanic because she was from Germany. Her mother and father were divorced, her mother than married a US Army sergeant who brought his bride back to the U.S. Steffi was eight at the time, but now she was fourteen and spoke perfect English though with a marked - but rather pleasent-accent. Otherwise she had been thoroughly Americanized and californized. She was blond and looked like a young Merle Streep. I was a little nervous about having a girlfriend (I think most boys are with their first girlfriend) and was very careful about not offending her. No, I had not tried to tie her up for that very reason. However my cousin intervened.
Steffi and I were a team in our "War". It was accepted we would be on the same team.
Steffi enjoyed the game as well as any boy. As a matter of fact it was almost a 50-50 split in participants.
Steffi and I were the two oldest, so we took the point.We knew the other side were setting up an ambush so we decided to try to find them before they found us.Only problem was were not as alert as we should have been.
We were dressed in standard California casual summer dress, trunks and shirts. We walked into a clearing and saw ourselves surrounded. We waited for the inevitable streams of water for so far the battle cry of this war was taken straight from Lawrence of Arabia: "NO PRISONERS!" Instead Cindy stepped out and announced we were prisoners of war and to drop our Super soakers. Steffi looked at me for guidance: should we surrender or go down fighting? I admit that knowing Sean and Cindy I knew that being taken prisoner would almost certainly involved being tied up. I Looked at Steffi and couldn't resist. "I guess as part of the game we surrender" I said. So we dropped our Soakers and raised our hands.Needless to say they didn't stay raised -or free- very long.
It came as no surprise to me when Cindy and Sean both out pulled lengths of clothesline from their pockets and instructed us to put our hands behind us. Steffi gave a smile and said "We are really going to be prisoners yes?" (She still used the occasional Germanism in her English).
"Looks Like it" I said , as I crossed my hands behind me. Steffi hesitated for about five seconds, then crosses her wrists behind her. Cindy begun binding my hands while Sean tied Steffi's behind her. About two minutes later they were done. I tested the ropes and knew it would be major task to get loose. Cindy was very precise with her knots. And I knew Sean had done a equal job on Steffi's wrists. Both our wrist were tied in a cross position with the knots unreachable by our fingers.Cindy asked us if we were in any pain. We both said no. Steffi said,"It should be interesting to be a prisoner of war." I can remember exactly what Steffi said because her English was so precise and proper. It was a little the scene in "My Fair Lady" where the Hungarian professor detects that Eliza Doolittle is a fraud because her English is too good. I noticed that Steffi was moving her hands, as if still surprised that her wrists were tightly bound behind her.
"Now that you have tied us up, what is next?" Steffi asked . Cindy replied by ordering Sean to scout the jogging trail for joggers or hikers. Cindy then reached into a small backpack one of the younger kids was wearing and pulling out a roll of adhesive tape.
"Gagging you and Dudalb so you can't summon your troops to help" Cindy said. She then added, "Don't worry, Mein Liebchen, it won't hurt when we take it off". Cindy liked Steffi, but couldn't resist a gentle joke on her German background. She cut off a six inch strip and pressed it down over Steffi's lips. She did the same to me and Now Steffi and I were both bound and gagged and in the hands of the enemy.
Steffi looked at me and mmmphed (I could swear she mmphed with a German accent) She was a lot like my mom a few weeks ago (see previous post) and didn't realize at first how effectively she was gagged. After a few attempts she realized that she had lost use of speech until she was untagged. Sean returned and stated the coast was clear "No trouble, no sound from you two" Cindy said, back in the role of enemy commander, "Or you be sorry" as she patted her soaker.
"Now MARCH" We were led to the trail, down if for about 100 yards and went off to a side path that I recognized as leading to Sean's backyard. I wondered where my troops were. (as a matter of fact they were still waiting for us to return. My 11 year old sister was in charge and decided to wait until further instructions which with me and Steffi bound, gagged and prisoners of the company were not forthcoming. In the real military this is called a failure of initiative.
Cindy bark was worse then her bite. Despite her harsh tone at the beginning of the march she was helping Steffi up over low branches and other obstacles I was used to moving around with my hands tied and didn't need any help. We came to the fence, and Sean pushed away the loose fenceboards and we were guided through and into the steel shack.
We were told to sit on some boxes and keep quiet. Being gagged with adhesive tape Steffi and I didn't have much choice.
Sean said his mom was at work and the basement would make a great POW camp. Cindy agreed. We were walked over to the house, through the kitchen and were at the basement door when Meg, Sean's older sister came down. She took one look and went over to Steffi: "Are you ok? Just playing a game?" Meg asked. Meg had not seen Steffi involved with one our tie up games before. Steffi nodded.
Later she told me that once she was over the shock of being actually tightly but not painfully bound and gagged she begun to regard the whole thing as an adventure and had begun to enjoy it. She was intelligent enough to realize that nothing really dangerous was going to happen.
Meg said, "Well now you know what I have to go through with these kids!" And told Sean she was going to play red cross and see the prisoners were humanly treated i,e. that we were safe and in no pain. With that we were led down to the basement.
Sean's basement was relatively empty. We were ordered to sit down on the floor with our feet out in front. We obeyed and my ankles were tied together. by Sean. Cindy did the same to Steffi's ankles. At this point Sean suggested hogtieing us. Cindy overruled him.
She later told me that while she had no hesitation about hogtieing me, she felt that hogtieing Steffi would be far too tough on Steffi for her first time as a prisoner.
Instead Cindy suggested that I be tied to one of the posts on the foot of the stair way and Steffi be tied across the room to a post that ran down from the wall. That should keep us from be able to work on each others bonds. Cindy and the rest of the kids dragged me over to the stairway seated me on a step, and wrapped rope around my upper body binding me tightly to one of the stairway posts. Cindy went over to Steffi, gently helped her up and hopped her over to the post. Steffi was seated then a rope tied tightly around her waist and arms binding her to the post.
"That Should hold you" Cindy said, "The Red Cross will be checking in every ten minutes to be sure your all right. Now I will go wipe out the rest of your army, which should be pretty easy with all the leadership tied and gagged down here. Bye, dudalb, Auf Wiederschein, Steffi" (lucky for Cindy that Steffi had a sense of humor about being from Germany).
After Cindy left, Steffi begun furiously pulling at her ropes. This of course, was useless. She was still at it when Meg came down to check on us. "You'll won't get loose that way" Meg said. "God knows Sean has tied me up enough times so I know".
Steffi stopped and just sat back in her bonds to think.I had made a few tests but had pretty much decided that the only way we had a chance of getting loose was to get into a position where we could work on each other's hands. With Steffi and I tied to posts at opposite ends of the room this seemed unlikely. Then I noticed they made one mistake in tying Steffi to the post: the knot in the rope binding her arms and waist to the point had been tied to the side of the post instead of behind the post. If Steffi stretched the lower parts of her arms (her upper arms were bound to the post) she could reach the knot with her wrist. But Being gagged I couldn't tell her that and thought she was too inexperienced to find this out on her own. Steffi was a very smart girl but schools don't give courses in being an escape artist.
But Steffi surprised me. She suddenly begun slowly testing all her ropes. And she was doing it in an methodical , precise, way trying to find knots. I begun mmmphing trying to get her attention so I could Pantomime to her where the knot was. But I had just begun when Steffi fournd the knot and begun working on it.
It took about five minutes but the knot came undone and Steffi tested her ropes and found she could slip out of the rope binding her to the post.At this point I begun really trying to make noise and motion to start crawling toward me.She immediately grasped the idea. But instead of crawling she stood up and begun hopping toward me. In about two minutes she reached me, hopped up on the step I was seated on and sat down. She then turned her body so We could work on each others hands.
It took about fifteen minutes but I managed to untie Steffi's hands. She pulled off the tape gag and said, slightly surprised, "It did not hurt when I took the tape off". Steffi had been taught "Proper" English by a private tutor and did not use contractions. This made her sound at times like a Teutonic version of the Heroine from the John Wayne Classic "True Grit".
She untied her ankles and then un gagged and untied me. "Now what do we do next?" Steffi said. I was about to suggest that we find our soakers and try a desperate counterattack (I was going to say just like Germans in the Battle of the Bulge but caught myself in time; Steffi was willing to take some kidding about her being German, but any nazi references, however inadvertent would be way over the line) but the door opened and in marched Cindy and Sean. Behind her walked my 11 year old sister with her hands tied behind her. She was ungagged. I immediately assumed she was the only survivor of my forces and been taken alive just so Cindy could proclaim her side's victory to me and Steffi. Cindy was surprised to see us free. "How"... she begun. I said, "You were sloppy when you tied Steffi to the post.She got loose and untied me".
Cindy was surprised that someone who had never been tied up before had worked herself free. My sister was untied and we decided it was a draw. Cindy had won the military victory but Steffi's and my escape gave us a moral victory. Later that day Steffi and I found out from Sean the the addition of POW's to our game had been Cindy's idea. This made her the target of retaliation from Steffi and I.
But that is another post.
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dudalb's stories
- 01 - Tying up Sean's Mom (mm/f)
- 02 - Taken Hostage by Kids (f+m+/MFF)
- 03 - Playing Detectives (ff/F)
- 04 - Tying Up Mom (f/m, f+m/Fm)
- 05 - Prisoners of War (mf/mf)
- 06 - The Great 4th of July Robbery (m+f+/FM)
- 07 - Prisoners of War, a follow-up (fm/f)
- 08 - The Houdini Challenge (f/m, m/f)
- 09 - Tying Up Aunt Judith (mf/F)
- 10 - Aunt Judith Strikes Back! (F/mf)
- 11 - Soaking Private Gina (f/f)
- 12 - Gina's Revenge (f/fm)
- 13 - The Gina-Steffi Wars: Armistice (f/f)
- 14 - The Halloween from Hell Part I : Hotel California (fm+/mff)
- 15 - The Halloween from Hell Part 2 : Escape from the Vampire Queen (mff/f)
- 16 - The Halloween from Hell Part 3 : Steffi the Vampire Slayer (mff/f)
- 17 - Erin's Thanksgiving Trussing (mmf/f)
- 18 - Cousin Cindy's Revenge (f/ffm, fm/f)
- 19 - My Mom's Second Tieup (mm/FF)
- 20 - The Great St Patricks Day Abduction (mf/f)
- 21 - Melissa Gets Back Own (f/ffm)
- 22 - Steffi Joins the Tied Moms Club (mmff/F)
- 23 - My Mom's Third Escape Challenge (m/F)
- 24 - Shula Babysits (fmm/fF)
- 25 - Melissa's Sticky Predicament (f/f)
- 26 - The Momnapping of Trudy (fmm/F)
- 27 - Momsnapping (ff/FF)
- 28 - College Charity Abduction (mmff/F)
- 29 - How to Burn a Witch (M+/F)
Index of all stories in the "Archive for Everyone" section