01 - Summer in the countryside
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By Cygnus
Saturday, October 30th 2004 - 07:11:15 PM
Part One
When I was around thirteen I spent a summer with my cousin Jimmy at their house in the country. Jimmy and I had been good friends ever since we were small kids and our families always met during holidays and over summer. This year however, I spent the entire summer alone with his family.
What was so fascinating for me as a city-kid were the surroundings of their summer-house. It was situated alone by a clear lake far from the nearest village. Behind the house were vasts forests and fields where kids had a heaven playing cowboys and Indians, explorers or whatever suited our minds at the time. Best of all was the enormous barn that stood about five hundred yards from the main house. Jimmy's father kept some tools and an ancient farm-tractor there, but otherwise the barn was empty - and we were allowed to play any game there as long as we did not light any matches. Their nearest neighbour, the only farmer around, kept hay in the hay-loft, so that made for many good opportunities.
One of the first days Jimmy told me that we would play some games in the barn with three local kids, the children of the farmer.
-I play with them all the time, said Jimmy. We play pirates, cowboys and Indians and treasure-hunters.
-What's that? said I.
-Treasure-hunters? Well it's a game where we chase each other and take prisoners, you'll like it, he said with a broad smile.
One of our favourite games when our families met was to tie each other up and see who could escape. These tie-up games usually included tickling the prisoner as he lay bound and gagged. I thought this sounded very promising.
Jimmy gave me a tour of the barn the first day. We walked over there dressed as usual during the summer, t-shirts, jeans and sneakers. The barn was a huge building, surely over hundred feet long and as high as thirty feet. It was built of planks and half of it had a first floor built of white-washed bricks. When we walked inside, Jimmy kicked his shoes off and told me to do the same.
-We always go barefoot inside, he said. It feels good and it's easier to climb and play in the hay-loft without your shoes.
I did the same. Inside the barn seemed even bigger. It was dark and the old floor-boards, smooth from all the years, felt soft under my bare feet. In one end stood the tractor and Jimmy's fathers small work-bench. By one wall were different planks and boards stored. Endless coils of hempen rope hung on nails from the wall, everything from thick, two-inch ropes to thinner ones. To the other side of the barn was the part built by stones and bricks. In the old days the farmers had their cows there. On top of the brick-part was the hay-loft. We climbed a steep ladder to get there. The hay-loft was perhaps thirty by thirty feet and all four walls were covered with bales of hay, stacked on top of each other to form a sort of stair-case. In the middle of the room, filling the entire floor was loose hay in a layer probably ten feet high.
-You can jump from up there, Jimmy indicated a gallery up just beneath the ceiling, and not hurt yourself at all. It's a fall of fifteen feet and it's just great to jump into the hay, he said smiling.
From one of the huge beams in the ceiling hung a thick rope where the kids could swing from one gallery to another. There was also a hay-crane up on the gallery, where the bales could be hauled up from the loft and out the two big doors on the side. This place was indeed heaven!
We jumped in the hay for a while and then Jimmy continued to show me the rest of the barn. We went into the part where the cows had been in the old days. The floor was of cement and felt cold under my bare feet. The stalls for the cows had been cleaned and different crates and other stuff were stored there.
-The best of it all is the cellar, said Jimmy. It's really spooky.
We went down a flight of stairs and came into a dimly lit cellar. Storage rooms were by the walls and a heavy door led to a larger room with copper-pipes along the walls.
-This was the milk-room where they kept the milk, said Jimmy. The room was really cold.
-I spent four hours tied up in here last summer, Jimmy said with a smile.
I looked at him, four hours tied up!
-Why so long? I asked.
-Peter and the girls had kidnapped me and left me bound and gagged in here, he said. Then they had to go home and forgot about me.
-How did you get out?
-They came back when they remembered me, he said with a smile, it was cool.
We went down a second flight of stairs to a very small room.
-This is our dungeon, said Jimmy. We keep our prisoners here.
The room was cold and a little damp. I could just imagine the feeling of spending time here tied up and gagged.
Part Two
The next day we met up with his friends to play Treasure-hunters. Peter, his best friend was thirteen, a tall, blond, easy going kid. His two sisters were even better, the twins Camilla and Cassandra, were two really cute girls of fourteen, They were exactly alike, had blonde, long hair, blue eyes and cute, freckled button-noses. Both had rather wide mouths with full lips that smiled a lot. They were not as tall as their brother, but my height. We instantly liked each other.
All five of us had similar clothes, t-shirts for the boys and tops for the girls, we all had jeans and were barefoot. To make it possible to separate them, Camilla, or Milla as she was called, had a pony-tail, while Cassandra, Sandra, had her hair in braids.
Jimmy outlined the rules of the game quickly. Two of us would go outside and hide a treasure each, the treasure was a white stone.
The hunters' jobs were to capture the treasure-owners, bring them back to the barn and force them to tell where the treasure was hidden. Interrogation could not begin until both owners were captured. The free owner could during the game try to release his or her buddy. When both owners were captured they could be interrogated, the hunters using various methods such as tickling.
They all looked at me and told me I had to be an owner the first time. I didn't mind, I had always liked to be tied up. Sandra volunteered to be my partner. I went to get my shoes, but she told me I could go barefoot.
-They'll take your shoes off when they capture you anyway, she said with a smile.
We went off into the forest behind the barn. I hid my stone under a fallen tree-trunk by the narrow path I followed. Sandra had gone the other way so now we were separated. I didn't do too well my first day. After sneaking around the barn for fifteen minutes I was spotted and Milla and Peter started chasing me. I was not used to going barefoot in the forest, they ran faster than I did. Soon I felt a hand touching my back and that meant I had to surrender.
Peter ordered me to remove my t-shirt and hold my hands behind me and he tied my hands tight, but not as it hurt, palms out, and chinged the rope good. They blindfolded me and led me back to the barn. It was not easy walking barefoot and blindfolded and on top of that having your hands tied behind you. Milla and Peter held my upper-arms and directed me, but still I stepped on pine-needles and sharp twigs a lot.
At the barn I found out the positive thing of being barefoot. I could feel the floor and estimate where they were taking me. The soft planks were followed by the cold stone-floor of the milking area. They directed me down the stairs, twice. I was going to the dungeon. Suddenly they stopped me. Peter told me to stand with my feet together and I could feel Milla's hands rolling my trouser-legs up a bit. Then she tied my feet together, chinging them. I stood there, swaying a bit while Peter tightly tied my upper-arms, chinging between the arms and body.
Finally I was helped down on my stomach and they hog-tied me tightly. Milla pushed a rag into my mouth and covered it with a knotted piece of cloth that forced the rag deeper in. I was totally helpless. I twisted and giggled as I felt Milla's fingers lightly caress my bare soles.
-Tickle, tickle, she said laughing. I notice you are very ticklish. This will be fun!
Part Three
The door was shut with a bang and I was alone in the small, cold room. Lying face down without a shirt on made me shiver. I tested my ropes and found that all knots had been placed out of reach. The hog-tie was tight but not painfully so...yet. I tried to roll around and get a sense of where the walls were, but the hog-tie made it hard. My thoughts went back to what Jimmy had said:
-I was tied up for four hours.
I could not hear anything for a very long time, but suddenly the high pitched screams of a girl drifted down to my prison. It must be Sandra who had been captured. After a while the screams were muffled. The door banged open and I heard the sound of bare feet on the concrete floor. My blindfold was taken off and I blinked from the strong light of a lantern on the floor. Milla was there and she started to untie me, every rope except the one hold my hands behind me. She also took the gag off and gave me water to drink. She led me up the stairs to the barn.
In the middle of the barn stood four saw-horses. Two planks lay between each pair of horses. On one of them, Sandra lay on her back, tightly tied to it with her arms under the plank. She was gagged and her blue eyes above the gag looked at me pleadingly. But there was no help from me. Her bare feet hung over the end of the plank. Her arms, legs and ankles were tightly tied and chinced to the plank, her hands tied together behind her and the plank. Her two big-toes were tied together with a piece of string and the string was stretched to the rope binding her thighs, forcing her toes back and making them immobile. I understood why. After about fifteen minutes I found myself in the same situation, helpless and non-moving bound to the plank.
As the interrogation started Milla was by my feet and Jimmy by Sandra's. Milla started to slowly run her fingers up and down my soles, caressing them lightly. I bit my lip knowing that once I started to laugh, there was no going back.
-Tickle, tickle, tickle, she said giggling.
-Tell me where the treasure is and I'll stop tickling you.
-Never! I shouted, but was just one little laugh away from loosing it all.
She was skilled at tickling. She altered between light tickles to scratching my soles with her nails. She poked between my toes and covered every part of my feet from the upper-side to the heels, feeling her way, testing where she'd get the best result.
At the same time I heard Sandra screaming with hysterical laughter as Jimmy tickled her feet and Peter worked on the exposed skin around her belly-button. Her face was red and already, tears were rolling down her cheeks.
The simple torture of being totally unable to move was the worst. Milla had access to every square inch of my bare feet and tickled every single one. She favoured my arches and between my toes and I knew I could not take it for long. I had no sense of time and did not know how long the torture continued for, but finally, between deep breaths and hysterical laughter I cried:
-Stop! I'll tell! And I did.
As Milla went to recover the treasure I lay there panting, looking at the helpless, bound Sandra being tickled to death by her brother and Jimmy. She could no longer get enough air to scream, but she just giggled softly and cried from the intense tickle-torture.
Finally she too gave up.
Part Four.
We were released from the planks, but still had our hands tied behind us. I had been tied up for over two hours now. We were blindfolded again and led to the foot of the ladder leading up to the gallery above the hay-loft. A rope was tied around my chest and they helped me climb the ladder blindfolded and with my hands tied behind me. When I was up on the gallery they led me about ten yards along it and then stopped me. I was turned ninety degrees and told to stand with my feet together, and they were tied together.
-Now jump! Jimmy said and gave me a little push. I had tried bunny-jumping before tied hand and foot and that is fairly easy, but while blindfolded it is hard, because the balance is a bit off. Luckily I was barefoot and could feel the surface. I realized I was jumping out on a plank sticking out from the gallery just like a pirate's prisoner walking the plank. For each little hop, about two inches long, the plank swayed more and more up and down and this made it even more difficult to hold my balance. For each hop I curled my toes, expecting to feel the end of the plank. Suddenly my toes wiggled in empty air and I tumbled forward. Afterwords they told me I screamed and tumbled in the air so I landed in the hay on my back. I don't remember anything, only the feeling in my stomach, similar to that when you go down the highest fall on a roller-coaster. It was the best rush ever.
Once in the hay I could feel someone tying another rope around my ankles and my feet started to go up in the air. Soon I was hanging upside down. The rope cut into the flesh but did not hurt so much as it was on top of the rope binding my feet. I slowly turned and swayed a little as they were working the hay-crane and bringing me back up. It was a cool sensation to hang there with my hands tied. I heard a scream and understood Sandra had gone the same way as I had.
We did about eight jumps each and everyone was as good as the first. It was a great feeling to hop out on the plank, hands tied behind me and blindfolded, totally helpless. After the last one, they were down in the hay with us and hog-tied us. The blindfolds were removed and instead they shoved big rags in our mouths and tied knotted cloth-strips over the rags.
-Was there no end to this? I thought.
-I have been hog-tied and left for an hour in a dungeon, nearly tickle-tortured to death and hopped out on a plank bound hand and foot. Now they are going to leave us hog-tied and gagged in the hay - for how long?
To make our stay in the hay-loft even more fun Milla took the time to put some straws of hay between our toes. The straws were very uncomfortable to have between my toes and they tickled horribly.
-Try to wiggle them out from your toes! Milla said with a grin.
Her sister looked at her with killer-eyes and grunted behind her gag.
-Bye bye, Milla said. We're going to the lake for a swim. See you in a couple of hours! Behave now!
We "mphed" back and were all alone, hog-tied, gagged and exhausted. It was not easy to lie hog-tied in the hay. My hands had started to hurt and I felt the circulation going as my hands had been tied behind my back for nearly three hours now. The strain from the hog-tie didn't exactly help. The hay tickled everywhere and there was not a single position that was comfortable lying bound in the hay. I tried to wiggle my way over to Sandra to try and undo her ropes, but it was impossible to move in the shifting hay.
She looked over at me, her blue eyes huge above the gag that stretched the corners of her mouth and made her lips wide around the big knot. She was on her side, facing me, her top had hiked up over her belly and I could clearly see the contours of her breasts beneath the stretched fabric. She shifted a little and I could see her hog-tie was so strict that her fingers touched the rope binding her ankles. I thought she was actually smiling behind her gag, she liked this as much as I did!
After about an hour they returned and freed us from our ropes.
Cygnus
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Cygnus's stories
- 01 - Summer in the countryside (fmm/fm)
- 02 - More Summer Games (fm/fm)
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