The Unknown : 02 - The Game (ff/m)
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02 - The Game
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By The Unknown
Thursday, August 22nd 2002 - 11:38:45 PM
The Game
Hey everyone, the Unknown here. The last time I shared a story is was early in July, so please check it out if you want to know what's going on here. It was a tale of being bound and gagged over a television argument with my two sisters. This is the second tale of our tie ups, as I remember them anyway.
Right after they had bound, gagged, and tickled me, I had of course, immediately planned my subsequent revenge. It never really happened though- my mom discouraged this kind of behavior, and after awhile I decided it wasn't worth the effort- my older sister was bigger and stronger than I at the time, and she's the one I really wanted. I decided to forget about tying them up, and worry about my revenge down the road.
Several weeks after my ordeal, however, came another tie up game. It was just my sisters and I, hanging out like we always did, on a weekday afternoon. My mom was nowhere to be found, but that wasn't unusual- she often had to work late or run errands, and she thought we were responsible enough to look after ourselves (in retrospect, we probably weren't) so she often left us home alone.
We played various games, and eventually we got in an argument over what to do next. I wanted to play video games (go Super Nintendo) and Sarah (my younger sister) wanted to play barbies. Naturally I was completely opposed to this idea- playing Barbies was like the last thing I ever wanted to do.
"Let's just play Barbie's!" Sarah insisted.
"Barbies are for girls. I'm not a girl," I explained, as if I needed to.
"You can be Ken!" she exclaimed excitedly, as if this was the solution to our problems.
"Ken is stupid, Barbies are stupid, and you are stupid!" I shouted back. I didn't have time for this.
"Shut up, both of you, or I'll gag you both!" Torrie (my older sister) screamed. Right as she said this, my younger sister's eyes seemed to glow up with enthusiasm.
"What?" I asked.
"That's it- we should play a tie up game!" she said with a smirk. I was far from impressed, but Torrie seemed thrilled with the idea.
"That's a great idea!" Torrie said with a grin. I frowned.
"I'm not sure I like that idea," I said plainly. The last time someone had been tied up, it had been me, and it hadn't been the most pleasurable of experiences.
"Well you might not even be the one who is tied up- it could be any of us," Torrie explained. This caught my attention. I really wasn't in the mood to be bound, gagged, tortured, or humiliated, but doing any or all of those to one of my sisters seemed like a fantastic idea.
"What do you mean?" I asked curiously.
"What we'll do is this- we'll all write our names down on a piece of paper, and put them all in a hat. We will draw out one name, and that person gets to be tied up. We tied them and gag them with whatever we can find around the house. Then we give them half an hour to escape. If they can't, they get tickled tortured. If they can, they get to tie up the other two, and the same rules apply. What do you think?"
As much as I wasn't wild about the prospect of being tied up, the game sounded relatively fun, and if I was the tier rather than the tyee, I knew it could be a good time for revenge.
"Alright," I decided, "I'm in,"
"Great!" Torrie said gleefully. We all got pieces of paper and pens to write down our names. Suddenly an evil thought entered my head. What if I were just to write "Torrie" on the paper? Would either of them ever know? Of course not. It was a fool proof plan, and it single-handedly eliminated the chance that I could be the one who was tied up. Of course, I was mistaken.
I put my folded piece of paper into the hat, as did my sisters. Then Sarah placed her hand in, and fished around for one of the names. She pulled one out, unfolded it, and read it aloud. She said my name.
"What?" I gasped. How was that possible? I knew of course, that I had been set up. They must have put my name down! But what could I do? My only proof involved giving up the fact that I had done the very same thing- they had beat me at my own game.
"Yup- you are the unlucky one. Head over to that chair while Sarah and I get the supplies," Torrie instructed. I considered making a run for it, but there was more dignity in letting two girls tie you up then having two girls overpower you and force you into bondage, so I headed over to the chair.
I sat down, staring into space. How the hell had I screwed myself so badly? I never should have agreed to play this game. Now I was going to be tied up... My only hope was to now find some way of escaping their bonds. If I got out in less than 30 minutes, I wouldn't be tickled, and I would get to tie them. That was precisely what I needed to do- I wasn't sure if I could though. It would be tough. The last time they had tied me, I had been hopelessly bound and gagged at their mercy. Perhaps this time would be different.
Soon, my two sisters came back. They carried several coils of rope, a bandanna, a pair of balled up socks, and a large roll of silver duct tape. I sighed loudly- I didn't want to be tied up.
"That's right- we come prepared. Soon you'll be our helplessly bound captive," Sarah beamed. I considered slugging her in the face.
Torrie made her way behind me with some rope and began to bind my wrists. She wrapped them tightly with the cord. It hurt a little, but not enough to justify crying out- but it burned just enough to irritate me. She worked for a few minutes straight, yanking at the taut wrapping in different directions as she tied various knots. I had a sinking feeling that I wouldn't be going anywhere for awhile, and I began to get really worried.
At the same time, Sarah was beginning to tie my ankles to each leg of the chair with more long lengths of rope. I had impulses to fight back, to struggle, and to try and escape, but I decided against it. Then I would be breaking the rules of the game. I had little chance of escaping their wrath at this point, so I might as well play along. If I fought them, and was overpowered, they would tickle me relentlessly, and wouldn't be under any pressure to let me go. This way, things would be okay- for awhile anyway. Hey, I still had thirty minutes to get free, then I would get to tie them up- I decided to put all of my energy into freeing myself and beating them at their own game.
By this point, my hands and feet were helplessly bound, as I sat in near helplessness. There wasn't much I could do at this point, except to accept any further bonds and gags they wished to administer, and try to free myself when the timer started. Torrie wasn't satisfied with my helplessness, of course, and worked to continue tying me.
She wrapped ropes around my chest, pinning me to the back of the chair, then wrapped rope around my lap, pinning me to the seat of the chair. I was hopeless. The knots were all tight and thick, and it would take alot of effort to even start and untie them... And that's when things got really hairy.
Torrie picked up the duct tape, and smiled devilishly. I figured she was going to plaster a strip over my mouth to silence me, but was surprised she didn't want to pack my mouth to ensure silence first. One strip of tape would surely be easy to remove, however, so I wasn't in the least bit concerned. Of course she wasn't ready to gag me yet- she had grander plans.
She tore off several long strips of the tape, and began to wrap them around the knots on my bonds. The tape was sticky and strong, and would clearly hold fast- now I was getting nervous- and infuriated. My chances of freeing myself under these circumstances had diminished greatly. Now, I was in trouble.
"Hey! You can't do that! That's not fair!" I exclaimed angrily. I wasn't going to put up with this.
"And exactly WHAT are you going to do about it? I don't think you're in a position to be telling me what I can and cannot do," Torrie replied.
"But..." Torrie tore of another strip, but instead of continuing to tape up the knots like I expected, she taped up my mouth. She did it so quick that I had no chance to react or try and avoid it. The tight adhesive strip molded to my face, holding my mouth tightly shut. I grunted loudly at this, and she and Sarah gleefully squealed with delight. Overall I think it is fair to say they got the most joy out of gagging me- it gave them a rush to shut me up without my permission.
It was only a single strip of duct tape, so it wasn't a long term gag, but for the time being it kept me quiet, and I think that was all that Torrie was looking for at the time. She continued to tape up all of the knots, and it soon became evident to me that I was not going to free myself, and I was going to be tickled- I was going to be their prisoner for as long as they desired.
Now that the knots had all been secured, Torrie reached up and with one fluid motion, ripped the tape away from my lips. I'm not going to lie- it hurt like the dickens, and I screamed something inappropriate for this site.
"Such dirty words..." remarked Sarah. "Maybe we should gag him again? Keep those words from coming out?"
Torrie smiled. "All in good time. We need to make sure that this gag is a really efficient one- better than last time,"
Better than last time? This wasn't sounding good for me. With that, she reached over and grabbed a pair of the balled up socks.
"Open wide- be a good boy," she ordered.
Even though I was originally planning on being as strong as possible and not giving in at all to their whims, I found myself pleading not to be gagged- at least not in the manner that they seemed to have planned.
"Please- please Tor, not the socks and duct tape. The socks hurt my jaw and the duct tape is murder on my skin- please, could you just use that bandanna and.... Oommpph!"
I never finished my sentence, the large balled up socks that were suddenly crammed into my mouth preventing me.
"There we go!" Sarah said cheerily. I let out a sharp grunt at this remark- it infuriated me to be mocked by my sisters while being gagged. After all... They were my sisters.
With the socks planted firmly in my mouth, I was effectively gagged- I mean, they wouldn't use the phrase "put a sock in it" if a sock didn't shut you up, would they? Well anyway, I knew, as did my sisters, that it wouldn't take me long to get the socks out of my mouth, so they took it to the next step with the duct tape.
Torrie picked up the roll of shiny metallic tape and pulled out a large length, bringing it and the roll toward my face. As she brought the exposed strip to my lips, it occurred to me that we both had something plastered on our faces- I had duct tape plastered on mine to shut me up, and she had a smile of joy and victory plastered on hers.
She continued to smooth this tape out, the cool tape molding to my face as she ran her fingers over it. I noticed, that she hadn't cut off a piece of tape, and the roll was still attached to my tape gag. Apparently she wasn't done. She then began to wrap the tape all the way around my head, as tightly as she could, moving slowly and carefully, making it as inescapable as possible. She pressed the tape around the back of my head, against my hair, then all the way around to the front of my face, pressing another layer of the sticky wrap over the first, reinforcing my silence. She continued this process, wrapping the tape all the way around my head at least six times, smoothing each tight new layer of silver tape with her fingers. The seal over my lips ran from the very bottom of my chin up to my nose, and was as tight as humanly possible- the tops of my cheeks were puffy and red as the bulged over the top of the duct tape, both the socks stuffed into my mouth and the tape wrapped around it causing it to do so.
"Now that is a gag!" Sarah exclaimed, wide-eyed, as she stared at the heavy tape which covered the packing, which held me helplessly silent. Naturally I was thinking the same thing, but of course I was in no position to say anything about it. Torrie placed the roll of tape down, and stepped back to admire her handiwork. She smiled again, very wickedly this time.
"It really is something. The ropes will keep him from going anywhere, and he certainly won't be able to call for any help with that gag- I mean, look at it, there's no way he'll be able to get that out. And I mean..." she reached down and pinched my leg. I howled in pain, but the sock packing and layers of duct tape stiffled my cry to a minimal grunt that was barley hearable. "... It's not like anyone can hear him through it either. Looks like we've got this bet taken care of," she added with a grin.
She and Sarah gave each other a high five. Apparently they were counting their chickens before they hatched. Or maybe not. I didn't want to start my desperate struggle for freedom until after they had lost interest and gone off to watch TV or the like, but I knew Torrie had a point. The ropes were tight and strong, with thick knots reinforced with tape. The gag was of course, strict and silencing - I wasn't getting it off and I couldn't make a peep. I knew, however, that I had to get out. I just had to.
It was just then, that I realized that Torrie had not yet completed her masterpiece. She reached over for the last item she had brought down- a handkerchief- and folded it up, before bringing it up to my eyes and bringing it around them. She pulled it tautly around my head before tying it in the back- and everything was dark. I could no longer see Torrie and Sarah's smiling faces, but I could see them in my head, grinning psychotically at my situation. I could hear them giggle... It was time to begin.
"Time starts... Now. You've got half an hour," I heard Torrie say.
Here I was, bound, gagged, and now blindfolded by my sisters, with my chances of escape slim to say the least, but most definitley necessary. What should I do now?
Even though I had originally planned to attempt my escape only after Torrie and Sarah were out of sight, I could no longer see, so I decided it didn't matter if I waited. It wouldn't be embarrassing to struggle helplessly in front of them, because I couldn't see their smug faces; heck, I didn't even know for sure if they were there.
So, I began to fight the bonds. I started with my wrists of course, which were tightly bound behind the back of the chair. First I gave the ropes a sharp yank, which of course, did nothing but give my wrists some rope burn. The ropes were strong and tight, and I wasn't going to break them or simply pull and arm free, that was for sure. Just for kicks I tried to twist my wrists in opposite directions, mess around with them a little, to see if I could free myself. After further irritating my wrists and realizing that I would have to undo the knot somehow, I let out a soft sigh into my heavy gag. The girls giggled at this. I could feel my face blushing, but decided to continue. If I were to free myself, I would make sure that THEY would be the ones that were blushing.
There was no time to worry about my revenge now, though- I needed first to get myself into a position where I could claim revenge. I groped at the knots with my fingers, and felt the smooth encasing duct tape that was wrapped around them. I tried to feel the knots underneath, but it was evident to me that there was no way that I could undo them or even work on them without getting this tape of first. I tried to find the end so that I could peel away the tape, but I was exasperated to find that my bound wrists couldn't reach that part of the tape... I continued to feel for it anyway. I needed to be free.
"25 minutes!" Sarah announced cheerily. She was apparently thrilled with my lack of progress in my first five minutes bound.
I yanked at my bonds angrily with noted frustration, grunting into my gag.
"Yes, yes, I tied you nice and tight. What was that again? I'm sorry, but if you want us to hear you, you're going to have to speak up over that gag," Torrie mocked. I ignored her and concentrated on the task at hand.
I tugged at the bonds holding my ankles to the legs of the chair. They were just as tight, strong, and contricting as the ropes holding my wrists, only I wasn't going to be able to untie them. Back to my wrists.
I felt, and groped, and struggled relentlessly at the tape over the knots- I could barley reach the end of the tape and it was proving impossible to peel up. I worked for several minutes, and I had worked up a good sweat before I finally decided to give up... Right before I had a break through. I grasped the smooth edge of the tape securing the knot one more time in a last ditch effort, and with a small tug, it peeled back.
Success! I continued to peel back the tape, and could feel the rope in the knot bellow now- I was in good shape.
"Torrie- look! He's gotten the tape off of the knot tying his wrists!" I heard Torrie exclaim in a concerned tone. Ah hah! Perhaps even more rewarding then getting the tape off of my wrists was my sister's reaction to it.
"I'm not worried- he still has to get the knots undone- and he's only got fifteen minutes. I'm confident," Torrie calmed. I too realized this, and knew I needed to take things up a notch. I was so close now- all that stood between me and imminent freedom was a few measly knots.
By this point, of course, the gag was beginning to take its toll. The sock that had been crammed deep into my mouth was causing my jaw to ache, and biting into it gave me more pain. I felt like I was about to choke on it, and it was soggy and nasty, crushing my tongue down, hurting my mouth. The tape was no better- it was ridiculously tight, and ached as well- it almost felt as though it was cutting off the blood circulation to the top of my head. The duct tape was so sticky that I couldn't even more my head in the slightest bit- doing so caused the full duct tape wrap-around to yank the hair from my skull. Ouch.
I moaned at the pain, but the soft groan barley came out at all behind the sock and duct tape. It may have hurt, but it worked.
The knots, however, were strong, and virtually unpickable. They were literally like rocks made out of rope- unmovable in the least bit. As much as I tugged, yanked, felt, pressed, pushed, or pulled, the knots seemed to stay the same. My fingers were getting more and more tired by the second- I fought, working for freedom.
A breakthough didn't seem to be on the horizon.
"Six minutes!" Sarah chimed in, just as I felt like giving up. I slouched as much as the ropes would let me, lowering my heavily wrapped head. I would have screamed swears into the gag, but I felt no need to remind my sisters of my enforced silence- they always seemed to get a kick out of that.
Eventually I went back to work, fighting the knots like a bat out of hell, picking like a psycho. All to soon, however, I heard what I had been dreading.
"Time's up! Looks like Sarah and I won the bet!" I had lost. I was still bound, gagged, and blindfolded, and Torrie and Sarah were ready to complete the game.
I soon felt my shoes and socks being removed hastily. They were tossed carelessly to the side, as noted by the thud they made on the other side of the room. I couldn't resist calling out to my sisters for mercy.
"Mmmmmpphh!" I grunted, the gag causing my muffled grumble. The tape keeping my lips sealed seemed to hold in the sound- that is, the sound that made it passed the packing of the sock.
"Oh, don't worry, we'll take that off eventually, but we'll keep it on for awhile- just long enough to keep you shut up while we tickle you," Torrie replied smugly. I of course, knew that I was in for it.
The tickling then started, and went on for what seemed like forever. They both attacked me like ravenous wolves, their fingers rubbing and scratching at the soles of my delicate feet. I was (and still am) sensationally ticklish, so of course, I was spasming and thrashing violently.
"Mmmmmmmpppph! Mmmpphh! Mmhmmphhmmmpph!' I squealed with giggling agony, as I squirmed uncontrollably in my seat. I was tied down tightly, and couldn't move much at all, but as the tickling ensued, it seemed as though I was jolting around more than I had originally thought possible.
I moved my feet around as much as I could, but they were held fast by the tight ropes binding them, putting them in prime position to be tickled. The fingers continued to tickle for at least fifteen minutes straight, before the girls got bored, and left me in my bound and gagged position to sit for another hour. During the wild tickle-enduced jostling, my blindfold had come off, and now tears that had come to my eyes were making their way down the three long inches of silver tape that was wrapped around my head. I was still catching my breath, breathing heavily through my nose- my gagged mouth not being an option.
Eventually they untied me, after another hour of sitting in bound and gagged isolation. I tried to free myself during this period, but it was a fruitless effort, and I knew it while I was trying. I had also tried to scream for help (it was possible my mom had come home) but the sock packing and tape kept me virtually silent, so silent in fact, that Torrie and Sarah didn't even hear me. I tried to pry my lips apart, but of course the duct tape was strong enough to keep them sealed- so after the long hour I was released. For some reason I didn't try to fight them or retaliate right away- fear of being retied was part of it, but I was also reluctant for other reasons I wasn't sure of. I swore revenge and they only chuckled.... Of course, this time I would get my revenge...
Well that's the story of the second time I was tied. Feedback would be appreciated.
The Unknown
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02 - The Game
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By The Unknown
Thursday, August 22nd 2002 - 11:38:45 PM
The Game
Hey everyone, the Unknown here. The last time I shared a story is was early in July, so please check it out if you want to know what's going on here. It was a tale of being bound and gagged over a television argument with my two sisters. This is the second tale of our tie ups, as I remember them anyway.
Right after they had bound, gagged, and tickled me, I had of course, immediately planned my subsequent revenge. It never really happened though- my mom discouraged this kind of behavior, and after awhile I decided it wasn't worth the effort- my older sister was bigger and stronger than I at the time, and she's the one I really wanted. I decided to forget about tying them up, and worry about my revenge down the road.
Several weeks after my ordeal, however, came another tie up game. It was just my sisters and I, hanging out like we always did, on a weekday afternoon. My mom was nowhere to be found, but that wasn't unusual- she often had to work late or run errands, and she thought we were responsible enough to look after ourselves (in retrospect, we probably weren't) so she often left us home alone.
We played various games, and eventually we got in an argument over what to do next. I wanted to play video games (go Super Nintendo) and Sarah (my younger sister) wanted to play barbies. Naturally I was completely opposed to this idea- playing Barbies was like the last thing I ever wanted to do.
"Let's just play Barbie's!" Sarah insisted.
"Barbies are for girls. I'm not a girl," I explained, as if I needed to.
"You can be Ken!" she exclaimed excitedly, as if this was the solution to our problems.
"Ken is stupid, Barbies are stupid, and you are stupid!" I shouted back. I didn't have time for this.
"Shut up, both of you, or I'll gag you both!" Torrie (my older sister) screamed. Right as she said this, my younger sister's eyes seemed to glow up with enthusiasm.
"What?" I asked.
"That's it- we should play a tie up game!" she said with a smirk. I was far from impressed, but Torrie seemed thrilled with the idea.
"That's a great idea!" Torrie said with a grin. I frowned.
"I'm not sure I like that idea," I said plainly. The last time someone had been tied up, it had been me, and it hadn't been the most pleasurable of experiences.
"Well you might not even be the one who is tied up- it could be any of us," Torrie explained. This caught my attention. I really wasn't in the mood to be bound, gagged, tortured, or humiliated, but doing any or all of those to one of my sisters seemed like a fantastic idea.
"What do you mean?" I asked curiously.
"What we'll do is this- we'll all write our names down on a piece of paper, and put them all in a hat. We will draw out one name, and that person gets to be tied up. We tied them and gag them with whatever we can find around the house. Then we give them half an hour to escape. If they can't, they get tickled tortured. If they can, they get to tie up the other two, and the same rules apply. What do you think?"
As much as I wasn't wild about the prospect of being tied up, the game sounded relatively fun, and if I was the tier rather than the tyee, I knew it could be a good time for revenge.
"Alright," I decided, "I'm in,"
"Great!" Torrie said gleefully. We all got pieces of paper and pens to write down our names. Suddenly an evil thought entered my head. What if I were just to write "Torrie" on the paper? Would either of them ever know? Of course not. It was a fool proof plan, and it single-handedly eliminated the chance that I could be the one who was tied up. Of course, I was mistaken.
I put my folded piece of paper into the hat, as did my sisters. Then Sarah placed her hand in, and fished around for one of the names. She pulled one out, unfolded it, and read it aloud. She said my name.
"What?" I gasped. How was that possible? I knew of course, that I had been set up. They must have put my name down! But what could I do? My only proof involved giving up the fact that I had done the very same thing- they had beat me at my own game.
"Yup- you are the unlucky one. Head over to that chair while Sarah and I get the supplies," Torrie instructed. I considered making a run for it, but there was more dignity in letting two girls tie you up then having two girls overpower you and force you into bondage, so I headed over to the chair.
I sat down, staring into space. How the hell had I screwed myself so badly? I never should have agreed to play this game. Now I was going to be tied up... My only hope was to now find some way of escaping their bonds. If I got out in less than 30 minutes, I wouldn't be tickled, and I would get to tie them. That was precisely what I needed to do- I wasn't sure if I could though. It would be tough. The last time they had tied me, I had been hopelessly bound and gagged at their mercy. Perhaps this time would be different.
Soon, my two sisters came back. They carried several coils of rope, a bandanna, a pair of balled up socks, and a large roll of silver duct tape. I sighed loudly- I didn't want to be tied up.
"That's right- we come prepared. Soon you'll be our helplessly bound captive," Sarah beamed. I considered slugging her in the face.
Torrie made her way behind me with some rope and began to bind my wrists. She wrapped them tightly with the cord. It hurt a little, but not enough to justify crying out- but it burned just enough to irritate me. She worked for a few minutes straight, yanking at the taut wrapping in different directions as she tied various knots. I had a sinking feeling that I wouldn't be going anywhere for awhile, and I began to get really worried.
At the same time, Sarah was beginning to tie my ankles to each leg of the chair with more long lengths of rope. I had impulses to fight back, to struggle, and to try and escape, but I decided against it. Then I would be breaking the rules of the game. I had little chance of escaping their wrath at this point, so I might as well play along. If I fought them, and was overpowered, they would tickle me relentlessly, and wouldn't be under any pressure to let me go. This way, things would be okay- for awhile anyway. Hey, I still had thirty minutes to get free, then I would get to tie them up- I decided to put all of my energy into freeing myself and beating them at their own game.
By this point, my hands and feet were helplessly bound, as I sat in near helplessness. There wasn't much I could do at this point, except to accept any further bonds and gags they wished to administer, and try to free myself when the timer started. Torrie wasn't satisfied with my helplessness, of course, and worked to continue tying me.
She wrapped ropes around my chest, pinning me to the back of the chair, then wrapped rope around my lap, pinning me to the seat of the chair. I was hopeless. The knots were all tight and thick, and it would take alot of effort to even start and untie them... And that's when things got really hairy.
Torrie picked up the duct tape, and smiled devilishly. I figured she was going to plaster a strip over my mouth to silence me, but was surprised she didn't want to pack my mouth to ensure silence first. One strip of tape would surely be easy to remove, however, so I wasn't in the least bit concerned. Of course she wasn't ready to gag me yet- she had grander plans.
She tore off several long strips of the tape, and began to wrap them around the knots on my bonds. The tape was sticky and strong, and would clearly hold fast- now I was getting nervous- and infuriated. My chances of freeing myself under these circumstances had diminished greatly. Now, I was in trouble.
"Hey! You can't do that! That's not fair!" I exclaimed angrily. I wasn't going to put up with this.
"And exactly WHAT are you going to do about it? I don't think you're in a position to be telling me what I can and cannot do," Torrie replied.
"But..." Torrie tore of another strip, but instead of continuing to tape up the knots like I expected, she taped up my mouth. She did it so quick that I had no chance to react or try and avoid it. The tight adhesive strip molded to my face, holding my mouth tightly shut. I grunted loudly at this, and she and Sarah gleefully squealed with delight. Overall I think it is fair to say they got the most joy out of gagging me- it gave them a rush to shut me up without my permission.
It was only a single strip of duct tape, so it wasn't a long term gag, but for the time being it kept me quiet, and I think that was all that Torrie was looking for at the time. She continued to tape up all of the knots, and it soon became evident to me that I was not going to free myself, and I was going to be tickled- I was going to be their prisoner for as long as they desired.
Now that the knots had all been secured, Torrie reached up and with one fluid motion, ripped the tape away from my lips. I'm not going to lie- it hurt like the dickens, and I screamed something inappropriate for this site.
"Such dirty words..." remarked Sarah. "Maybe we should gag him again? Keep those words from coming out?"
Torrie smiled. "All in good time. We need to make sure that this gag is a really efficient one- better than last time,"
Better than last time? This wasn't sounding good for me. With that, she reached over and grabbed a pair of the balled up socks.
"Open wide- be a good boy," she ordered.
Even though I was originally planning on being as strong as possible and not giving in at all to their whims, I found myself pleading not to be gagged- at least not in the manner that they seemed to have planned.
"Please- please Tor, not the socks and duct tape. The socks hurt my jaw and the duct tape is murder on my skin- please, could you just use that bandanna and.... Oommpph!"
I never finished my sentence, the large balled up socks that were suddenly crammed into my mouth preventing me.
"There we go!" Sarah said cheerily. I let out a sharp grunt at this remark- it infuriated me to be mocked by my sisters while being gagged. After all... They were my sisters.
With the socks planted firmly in my mouth, I was effectively gagged- I mean, they wouldn't use the phrase "put a sock in it" if a sock didn't shut you up, would they? Well anyway, I knew, as did my sisters, that it wouldn't take me long to get the socks out of my mouth, so they took it to the next step with the duct tape.
Torrie picked up the roll of shiny metallic tape and pulled out a large length, bringing it and the roll toward my face. As she brought the exposed strip to my lips, it occurred to me that we both had something plastered on our faces- I had duct tape plastered on mine to shut me up, and she had a smile of joy and victory plastered on hers.
She continued to smooth this tape out, the cool tape molding to my face as she ran her fingers over it. I noticed, that she hadn't cut off a piece of tape, and the roll was still attached to my tape gag. Apparently she wasn't done. She then began to wrap the tape all the way around my head, as tightly as she could, moving slowly and carefully, making it as inescapable as possible. She pressed the tape around the back of my head, against my hair, then all the way around to the front of my face, pressing another layer of the sticky wrap over the first, reinforcing my silence. She continued this process, wrapping the tape all the way around my head at least six times, smoothing each tight new layer of silver tape with her fingers. The seal over my lips ran from the very bottom of my chin up to my nose, and was as tight as humanly possible- the tops of my cheeks were puffy and red as the bulged over the top of the duct tape, both the socks stuffed into my mouth and the tape wrapped around it causing it to do so.
"Now that is a gag!" Sarah exclaimed, wide-eyed, as she stared at the heavy tape which covered the packing, which held me helplessly silent. Naturally I was thinking the same thing, but of course I was in no position to say anything about it. Torrie placed the roll of tape down, and stepped back to admire her handiwork. She smiled again, very wickedly this time.
"It really is something. The ropes will keep him from going anywhere, and he certainly won't be able to call for any help with that gag- I mean, look at it, there's no way he'll be able to get that out. And I mean..." she reached down and pinched my leg. I howled in pain, but the sock packing and layers of duct tape stiffled my cry to a minimal grunt that was barley hearable. "... It's not like anyone can hear him through it either. Looks like we've got this bet taken care of," she added with a grin.
She and Sarah gave each other a high five. Apparently they were counting their chickens before they hatched. Or maybe not. I didn't want to start my desperate struggle for freedom until after they had lost interest and gone off to watch TV or the like, but I knew Torrie had a point. The ropes were tight and strong, with thick knots reinforced with tape. The gag was of course, strict and silencing - I wasn't getting it off and I couldn't make a peep. I knew, however, that I had to get out. I just had to.
It was just then, that I realized that Torrie had not yet completed her masterpiece. She reached over for the last item she had brought down- a handkerchief- and folded it up, before bringing it up to my eyes and bringing it around them. She pulled it tautly around my head before tying it in the back- and everything was dark. I could no longer see Torrie and Sarah's smiling faces, but I could see them in my head, grinning psychotically at my situation. I could hear them giggle... It was time to begin.
"Time starts... Now. You've got half an hour," I heard Torrie say.
Here I was, bound, gagged, and now blindfolded by my sisters, with my chances of escape slim to say the least, but most definitley necessary. What should I do now?
Even though I had originally planned to attempt my escape only after Torrie and Sarah were out of sight, I could no longer see, so I decided it didn't matter if I waited. It wouldn't be embarrassing to struggle helplessly in front of them, because I couldn't see their smug faces; heck, I didn't even know for sure if they were there.
So, I began to fight the bonds. I started with my wrists of course, which were tightly bound behind the back of the chair. First I gave the ropes a sharp yank, which of course, did nothing but give my wrists some rope burn. The ropes were strong and tight, and I wasn't going to break them or simply pull and arm free, that was for sure. Just for kicks I tried to twist my wrists in opposite directions, mess around with them a little, to see if I could free myself. After further irritating my wrists and realizing that I would have to undo the knot somehow, I let out a soft sigh into my heavy gag. The girls giggled at this. I could feel my face blushing, but decided to continue. If I were to free myself, I would make sure that THEY would be the ones that were blushing.
There was no time to worry about my revenge now, though- I needed first to get myself into a position where I could claim revenge. I groped at the knots with my fingers, and felt the smooth encasing duct tape that was wrapped around them. I tried to feel the knots underneath, but it was evident to me that there was no way that I could undo them or even work on them without getting this tape of first. I tried to find the end so that I could peel away the tape, but I was exasperated to find that my bound wrists couldn't reach that part of the tape... I continued to feel for it anyway. I needed to be free.
"25 minutes!" Sarah announced cheerily. She was apparently thrilled with my lack of progress in my first five minutes bound.
I yanked at my bonds angrily with noted frustration, grunting into my gag.
"Yes, yes, I tied you nice and tight. What was that again? I'm sorry, but if you want us to hear you, you're going to have to speak up over that gag," Torrie mocked. I ignored her and concentrated on the task at hand.
I tugged at the bonds holding my ankles to the legs of the chair. They were just as tight, strong, and contricting as the ropes holding my wrists, only I wasn't going to be able to untie them. Back to my wrists.
I felt, and groped, and struggled relentlessly at the tape over the knots- I could barley reach the end of the tape and it was proving impossible to peel up. I worked for several minutes, and I had worked up a good sweat before I finally decided to give up... Right before I had a break through. I grasped the smooth edge of the tape securing the knot one more time in a last ditch effort, and with a small tug, it peeled back.
Success! I continued to peel back the tape, and could feel the rope in the knot bellow now- I was in good shape.
"Torrie- look! He's gotten the tape off of the knot tying his wrists!" I heard Torrie exclaim in a concerned tone. Ah hah! Perhaps even more rewarding then getting the tape off of my wrists was my sister's reaction to it.
"I'm not worried- he still has to get the knots undone- and he's only got fifteen minutes. I'm confident," Torrie calmed. I too realized this, and knew I needed to take things up a notch. I was so close now- all that stood between me and imminent freedom was a few measly knots.
By this point, of course, the gag was beginning to take its toll. The sock that had been crammed deep into my mouth was causing my jaw to ache, and biting into it gave me more pain. I felt like I was about to choke on it, and it was soggy and nasty, crushing my tongue down, hurting my mouth. The tape was no better- it was ridiculously tight, and ached as well- it almost felt as though it was cutting off the blood circulation to the top of my head. The duct tape was so sticky that I couldn't even more my head in the slightest bit- doing so caused the full duct tape wrap-around to yank the hair from my skull. Ouch.
I moaned at the pain, but the soft groan barley came out at all behind the sock and duct tape. It may have hurt, but it worked.
The knots, however, were strong, and virtually unpickable. They were literally like rocks made out of rope- unmovable in the least bit. As much as I tugged, yanked, felt, pressed, pushed, or pulled, the knots seemed to stay the same. My fingers were getting more and more tired by the second- I fought, working for freedom.
A breakthough didn't seem to be on the horizon.
"Six minutes!" Sarah chimed in, just as I felt like giving up. I slouched as much as the ropes would let me, lowering my heavily wrapped head. I would have screamed swears into the gag, but I felt no need to remind my sisters of my enforced silence- they always seemed to get a kick out of that.
Eventually I went back to work, fighting the knots like a bat out of hell, picking like a psycho. All to soon, however, I heard what I had been dreading.
"Time's up! Looks like Sarah and I won the bet!" I had lost. I was still bound, gagged, and blindfolded, and Torrie and Sarah were ready to complete the game.
I soon felt my shoes and socks being removed hastily. They were tossed carelessly to the side, as noted by the thud they made on the other side of the room. I couldn't resist calling out to my sisters for mercy.
"Mmmmmpphh!" I grunted, the gag causing my muffled grumble. The tape keeping my lips sealed seemed to hold in the sound- that is, the sound that made it passed the packing of the sock.
"Oh, don't worry, we'll take that off eventually, but we'll keep it on for awhile- just long enough to keep you shut up while we tickle you," Torrie replied smugly. I of course, knew that I was in for it.
The tickling then started, and went on for what seemed like forever. They both attacked me like ravenous wolves, their fingers rubbing and scratching at the soles of my delicate feet. I was (and still am) sensationally ticklish, so of course, I was spasming and thrashing violently.
"Mmmmmmmpppph! Mmmpphh! Mmhmmphhmmmpph!' I squealed with giggling agony, as I squirmed uncontrollably in my seat. I was tied down tightly, and couldn't move much at all, but as the tickling ensued, it seemed as though I was jolting around more than I had originally thought possible.
I moved my feet around as much as I could, but they were held fast by the tight ropes binding them, putting them in prime position to be tickled. The fingers continued to tickle for at least fifteen minutes straight, before the girls got bored, and left me in my bound and gagged position to sit for another hour. During the wild tickle-enduced jostling, my blindfold had come off, and now tears that had come to my eyes were making their way down the three long inches of silver tape that was wrapped around my head. I was still catching my breath, breathing heavily through my nose- my gagged mouth not being an option.
Eventually they untied me, after another hour of sitting in bound and gagged isolation. I tried to free myself during this period, but it was a fruitless effort, and I knew it while I was trying. I had also tried to scream for help (it was possible my mom had come home) but the sock packing and tape kept me virtually silent, so silent in fact, that Torrie and Sarah didn't even hear me. I tried to pry my lips apart, but of course the duct tape was strong enough to keep them sealed- so after the long hour I was released. For some reason I didn't try to fight them or retaliate right away- fear of being retied was part of it, but I was also reluctant for other reasons I wasn't sure of. I swore revenge and they only chuckled.... Of course, this time I would get my revenge...
Well that's the story of the second time I was tied. Feedback would be appreciated.
The Unknown
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The Unknown's stories
- 01 - The First Time I Was Tied-Up (ff/m)
- 02 - The Game (ff/m)
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