T&R : 04 - Failed revenge, due to betrayal! Well, sort of. (f/mf)
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04 - Failed revenge, due to betrayal! Well, sort of.
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By T&R
Monday, July 11th 2005 - 03:42:56 PM
Failed revenge, due to betrayal! Well, sort of.
Last time, Sarah and I became Amy's (In case you missed the last one Sarah's older sister.) mistreated captives. Directly after we were freed, we made plans for payback.
Two nights from when we planned our revenge, Sarah would leave the back door unlocked. I would sneak in at midnight and wake her up so we could capture her sister while we were sleeping. If I did not find Sarah at the appointed time, I would assume she had been bound, gagged and hidden somewhere in the house, in which case I would search for her.
As I snuck up the steps to the back door, I thought nothing could go wrong, as I had made a phone call to Sarah saying that I would be out of town that weekend.
I was wrong.
When I went to Sarah's room, she as nowhere to be found. After searching, I heard muffled noises, and the sound of something being dragged around coming from her parents closet.
When I opened it, I saw her tied up in nothing but her white underwear and bra.
No sooner did that happen when I was jumped from behind by Amy and thrown to the floor. I didn't totally realize what was happening at first, until I realized to my horror, that while Amy was pulling tape over my panty filled mouth, a SECOND pair of hands was taping my wrists!
...
Two minutes later, I was sitting on the floor, in what seemed to be my tie up uniform of a white bra and pair of panties, plus a waist length blond wig, tape bound at the ankles, shins, above and below the knees, wrists, and fingers, wearing a 'X' of tape over my gag and a hurt look on my face.
Amy and Sarah stood over me laughing and gloating at me.
"You know, I said to myself," Sarah spoke to me.
"What would be the easiest way to snare you. With help of of course! So Sarah about the plan so we could ambush you."
I Mmpphhed that she was stupid and was falling into a trap, but she wouldn't listen.
"C'mon Sis!" Amy shouted.
"Let's have a toast to the third capture of Ally!"
I Mmpphhed more muffled warnings to Sarah, but she was in her own world.
A few seconds later I heard a "Hey what are you--", sounds of a struggle, a loud Mmpphh!, and the sound of tape being stretched off a roll.
A minute later Sarah was marched in, kicking and Mmpphhing with all her strength. Though it was futile, as she was taped exactly as I was, although her legs were free. Soon her legs were taped as mine were, and she was placed on the floor with her back to me.
Amy lifted Sarah's bound wrists over my neck and let them come to rest on my lap while she did the same to Sarah with mine.
After some more taping, it looked like Sarah and I had our wrists taped in front of us, when really the other persons wrists were taped in our fronts.
The extra tape was used to bind our wrists to each other's laps, and was wound round the both of us at our elbows, and above and below Sarah's breasts, and my faux-breasts.
Afterwards, Sarah looked up pleadingly at her sister, hoping this was some form of joke.
Amy crossed her arms, holding the duct tape roll in her left hand, and said,
"Don't look so surprised baby sister! I only made an alliance with you so it would be easier to capture Ally here. I hope you to enjoy being my prisoners again, pulp novel duo guys. Goodnight!"
Sarah looked at me over her shoulder apologetically.
I merely glared with a "You should have known better, idiot!" look in reply.
It was one A.m., and we both soon fell asleep.
...
The next day was filled with futile struggling and Amy coming in every now and then to check to see if we were safe and to check our bonds.
Later she came in dressed in a navy blue blouse and black colored skirt, stockings, and heels.
"I'm going out tonight with my boyfriend," said Amy.
"It's six now, and I'll be back at ten. No running off now guys."
After she left we did our best to escape.
I just about gave up hope when I saw a penknife up on a dresser, at the other side of the room.
After gesturing towards it with my head, Sarah and I inched our way towards the dresser. When we reached the dresser it was 8. It had taken an hour to cross the room.
We tried to stand up for about 30 minutes before realizing that was a lost cause.
Then I started to kick the dresser in hopes of knocking it off.
The knife fell off into my lap eventually, but when we looked at the clock, we only had an hour left.
After trying numerous times, I wedged the knife between by knees.
"Mmpphhmphh mph, Mpphhmpph!" muffled Sarah, with a quiet urgency.
*Hurry up, Alex!*
It was now 9:30.
Very carefully I slipped the blade between the visible tips of her fingers and slowly cut the tape binding them.
When they were free, she took the knife, and slowly worked at freeing her wrists.
I looked at the clock. It was 9:50.
"Mmpphhmphh mph, Mpphhmphhhh!", I grunted, as loudly as my gag would permit. *Hurry up, Sarah!*
After she had freed her wrists, she worked faster.
When she freed herself. She stood up and started to walk away.
"Mmphh mmpphhhh!" I groaned with a pleading look on my face.
"Mph!" Apparently, she had not yet removed her gag.
She turned around walked over to me, hugged me, removed her gag, then my own, and kissed me.
"I'm sorry I got tricked into believing Amy! Can you forgive me?"
"Sure! Just untie me first so we can ambush her!"
"Alright!"
...
Soon, Amy was back and walked right by the room we had been tied in. Had she gone in, she would have found two saliva soaked pairs of panties and lots of cut strips of tape.
Amy went into her room, opened the closet and saw something strange.
Two underwear clad figures brandishing a few rolls of tape, and a pair of her silk panties.
She got as far as "Oh sh-" before we tackled her.
...
A few minutes later, Amy was taped and gagged exactly as we had been, wearing nothing but black. Black bra, black thong panties, black garter belt, and black stockings.
We took some pictures of her and were talking about what to do with her next, and whether to tie her more, or to change into somethin less revealing first.
"Look at Amy!" Sarah suddenly yelled.
I ran over and saw her sitting up, frantically Mmpphing at me. It wasn't until I was on the floor that I knew it was a warning.
...
I was majorally pissed. Everything was exactly the same as before our escape, save three differences.
I was dressed exactly as before, although my captor had added a white garter belt, and attached white stockings.
My partner and I were tied exactly as before, except for the fact that our captor had us clasp our hands together into a one-handed fist, so that the both of us had our arms end in a duct tape orb, instead of hands, making escape but a impossible dream.
And, most importantly, my partner and captor had traded places, leaving Amy and I glaring at each other over our shoulders, and glaring up at Sarah when she entered the room.
"Ally, you actually thought I would let you roam free in my house?" said Sarah as she patted my cheek.
I Mmpphhed in disgust, and drew away from her touch.
"And Amy. You shouldn't have been surprised when we struck back." Sarah patted Amy's cheek as well.
Amy reacted the same way I did.
Sarah did Amy's waist length brown hair into a ponytail, and did the same with my waist length blond wig.
Sarah then gave me the usual gamut of makeup.
When she was finished Amy and I could have been twins, save that she was taller and my wig was not a matching color.
"Well," said Amy in a fake evil voice.
"It looks like I have finally captured Ebony and Ivory, the famous private eye duo!"
We rolled our eyes and gave exasperated Mmpphhs in perfect unison.
Amy, continuing her shtick, said," You two have been a thorn in my side for too long threatening to expose my drug smuggling ring. But now that you're my captives, I can decide on a fitting death for you two! Or maybe a fate worse than death? Spending the rest of you lives in an arabian palace perhaps? Well either way, enjoy tonight. Because whether I kill you or do something else nasty to you, tomorrow, you will leave you former live behind forever!"
She left and closed the door while doing her mock bad guy laugh.
Amy and I struggled until we fell on our sides, and fell asleep.
...
The next day we were sat up and had our ankles tied with rope. The other end of mine was tied to a leg of the dresser my knife had come from. The end of Amy's rope was tied to the leg of the bed. Our legs were then taped to the floor with a single strip of tape at the shins, above and below the knees, two different places on the thigh, and over our hands and hips.
Before the hips and thighs were taped, we both had pillowcases thrown over our heads, and our panties pulled down.
Something was put on under them, then the panties were pulled back up.
After she left and our pillowcases were removed we saw that Sarah had put diapers under our panties.
I giggled under my gag at Amy. She looked ridiculous with diaper visible where her thong didn't cover.
Sarah came back around 5, and removed the diapers. They were not replaced.
Amy and I were then separated from each other. Tape was wound round the hips, so that our hands touched our butts, and above and below our breasts.
We were then dragged to the dining room where we were strapped to the backs of two armless wooden chairs with tape above and below our breasts, And at our wrists. Tape strapped our thighs to the seat of the chairs. More tape was wound round our shins and ankles.
Sarah then brought food to our mouths and mashed it against our gags. After wiping it off our faces, she said,
"Sorry Amy, but this is what you get for not feeding me and Ally last time! And I'm sorry Ally, but I want to be fair and I can't feed you if Amy doesn't eat anything!"
She then acted like a total bitch and ate and drank her fill while we were forced to watch.
A silent agreement crossed Amy's face and mine.
We would make her pay.
...
"MMPPHH!"
*HELP!*
"MMPPHHMPH!"
*SOMEONE!*
"MMPP'HH MPH MPH!"
*WE'RE IN HERE!*
"MMPPHH!"
*HELP!*
Sarah had dragged our chairs, with us in them, into her room. We had given up struggling after a half-hour and were now desperate enough to get outside attention, and had been screaming for at least 15 minutes. The only attention we would attract would be from Sarah as our gags were tight and effective, and the windows were closed and the blinds were shut.
Sarah came wearing a jean miniskirt and a pink tshirt, holding a roll of duct tape and two white pillow cases.
"I told you two to shut up!" she yelled angrily.
She held up our ponytails and wrapped tape around our mouths five times each. She then tied a detective over-the-nose gag over the tape, and let our ponytails drop (Approriate enough gag considering last night.).
"And stay quiet!"
We struggled against our bonds for another 15 minutes, since our yells had been reduced to a barely audible grunt.
She came back and freed our cramped fingers so that we could stretch them, and said that she would be going to a party and would not be back till midnight at least.
As she left she ignored Amy's wild and furious struggling and grunting as she was under her care and was not supposed to be leaving the house without her.
As Amy brooded, I noticed that Sarah had forgotten to move the penknife from where we had left it the previous night on the bedside table.
I slowly moved my chair about a foot towards the table over the next hour. I was already close to the table so thankfully that was all I had to move, as moving the chair was exhausting.
My fingers scrabbled for the knife and almost dropped it.
But I caught it and began to work on my wrists.
...
I had just finished freeing myself from the chair, and was walking to the door as I untied the pillowcase from around my mouth. I wold remove my tape gag and wig later as I was eager to change out of the lingerie and into my real clothes.
I was reaching for the doorknob when I heard a muffled, pleading squeak from my fellow lingerie clad bound and gagged companion.
I looked at Amy with pity as she gave me a pleading look from behind her gag.
I took off my tape gag, grabbed the knife, undid her ponytail, unagagged her and placed the knife in her hands.
"I'd unite you all the way, but I don't trust you," I remarked.
"I can understand," she replied.
"But you'll need to if you want revenge on her."
"Tonight?"
"No, sometime when she won't expect. I'll phone you when the time is right."
"Okay then, bye."
"Bye. And thanks."
Then I closed the door, changed, remove wig and makeup, and left waiting for that day.
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Hope you liked this one. I'll see if I can bring you the other one. Probably not for a while.
T&R
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04 - Failed revenge, due to betrayal! Well, sort of.
Story index at the bottom
By T&R
Monday, July 11th 2005 - 03:42:56 PM
Failed revenge, due to betrayal! Well, sort of.
Last time, Sarah and I became Amy's (In case you missed the last one Sarah's older sister.) mistreated captives. Directly after we were freed, we made plans for payback.
Two nights from when we planned our revenge, Sarah would leave the back door unlocked. I would sneak in at midnight and wake her up so we could capture her sister while we were sleeping. If I did not find Sarah at the appointed time, I would assume she had been bound, gagged and hidden somewhere in the house, in which case I would search for her.
As I snuck up the steps to the back door, I thought nothing could go wrong, as I had made a phone call to Sarah saying that I would be out of town that weekend.
I was wrong.
When I went to Sarah's room, she as nowhere to be found. After searching, I heard muffled noises, and the sound of something being dragged around coming from her parents closet.
When I opened it, I saw her tied up in nothing but her white underwear and bra.
No sooner did that happen when I was jumped from behind by Amy and thrown to the floor. I didn't totally realize what was happening at first, until I realized to my horror, that while Amy was pulling tape over my panty filled mouth, a SECOND pair of hands was taping my wrists!
...
Two minutes later, I was sitting on the floor, in what seemed to be my tie up uniform of a white bra and pair of panties, plus a waist length blond wig, tape bound at the ankles, shins, above and below the knees, wrists, and fingers, wearing a 'X' of tape over my gag and a hurt look on my face.
Amy and Sarah stood over me laughing and gloating at me.
"You know, I said to myself," Sarah spoke to me.
"What would be the easiest way to snare you. With help of of course! So Sarah about the plan so we could ambush you."
I Mmpphhed that she was stupid and was falling into a trap, but she wouldn't listen.
"C'mon Sis!" Amy shouted.
"Let's have a toast to the third capture of Ally!"
I Mmpphhed more muffled warnings to Sarah, but she was in her own world.
A few seconds later I heard a "Hey what are you--", sounds of a struggle, a loud Mmpphh!, and the sound of tape being stretched off a roll.
A minute later Sarah was marched in, kicking and Mmpphhing with all her strength. Though it was futile, as she was taped exactly as I was, although her legs were free. Soon her legs were taped as mine were, and she was placed on the floor with her back to me.
Amy lifted Sarah's bound wrists over my neck and let them come to rest on my lap while she did the same to Sarah with mine.
After some more taping, it looked like Sarah and I had our wrists taped in front of us, when really the other persons wrists were taped in our fronts.
The extra tape was used to bind our wrists to each other's laps, and was wound round the both of us at our elbows, and above and below Sarah's breasts, and my faux-breasts.
Afterwards, Sarah looked up pleadingly at her sister, hoping this was some form of joke.
Amy crossed her arms, holding the duct tape roll in her left hand, and said,
"Don't look so surprised baby sister! I only made an alliance with you so it would be easier to capture Ally here. I hope you to enjoy being my prisoners again, pulp novel duo guys. Goodnight!"
Sarah looked at me over her shoulder apologetically.
I merely glared with a "You should have known better, idiot!" look in reply.
It was one A.m., and we both soon fell asleep.
...
The next day was filled with futile struggling and Amy coming in every now and then to check to see if we were safe and to check our bonds.
Later she came in dressed in a navy blue blouse and black colored skirt, stockings, and heels.
"I'm going out tonight with my boyfriend," said Amy.
"It's six now, and I'll be back at ten. No running off now guys."
After she left we did our best to escape.
I just about gave up hope when I saw a penknife up on a dresser, at the other side of the room.
After gesturing towards it with my head, Sarah and I inched our way towards the dresser. When we reached the dresser it was 8. It had taken an hour to cross the room.
We tried to stand up for about 30 minutes before realizing that was a lost cause.
Then I started to kick the dresser in hopes of knocking it off.
The knife fell off into my lap eventually, but when we looked at the clock, we only had an hour left.
After trying numerous times, I wedged the knife between by knees.
"Mmpphhmphh mph, Mpphhmpph!" muffled Sarah, with a quiet urgency.
*Hurry up, Alex!*
It was now 9:30.
Very carefully I slipped the blade between the visible tips of her fingers and slowly cut the tape binding them.
When they were free, she took the knife, and slowly worked at freeing her wrists.
I looked at the clock. It was 9:50.
"Mmpphhmphh mph, Mpphhmphhhh!", I grunted, as loudly as my gag would permit. *Hurry up, Sarah!*
After she had freed her wrists, she worked faster.
When she freed herself. She stood up and started to walk away.
"Mmphh mmpphhhh!" I groaned with a pleading look on my face.
"Mph!" Apparently, she had not yet removed her gag.
She turned around walked over to me, hugged me, removed her gag, then my own, and kissed me.
"I'm sorry I got tricked into believing Amy! Can you forgive me?"
"Sure! Just untie me first so we can ambush her!"
"Alright!"
...
Soon, Amy was back and walked right by the room we had been tied in. Had she gone in, she would have found two saliva soaked pairs of panties and lots of cut strips of tape.
Amy went into her room, opened the closet and saw something strange.
Two underwear clad figures brandishing a few rolls of tape, and a pair of her silk panties.
She got as far as "Oh sh-" before we tackled her.
...
A few minutes later, Amy was taped and gagged exactly as we had been, wearing nothing but black. Black bra, black thong panties, black garter belt, and black stockings.
We took some pictures of her and were talking about what to do with her next, and whether to tie her more, or to change into somethin less revealing first.
"Look at Amy!" Sarah suddenly yelled.
I ran over and saw her sitting up, frantically Mmpphing at me. It wasn't until I was on the floor that I knew it was a warning.
...
I was majorally pissed. Everything was exactly the same as before our escape, save three differences.
I was dressed exactly as before, although my captor had added a white garter belt, and attached white stockings.
My partner and I were tied exactly as before, except for the fact that our captor had us clasp our hands together into a one-handed fist, so that the both of us had our arms end in a duct tape orb, instead of hands, making escape but a impossible dream.
And, most importantly, my partner and captor had traded places, leaving Amy and I glaring at each other over our shoulders, and glaring up at Sarah when she entered the room.
"Ally, you actually thought I would let you roam free in my house?" said Sarah as she patted my cheek.
I Mmpphhed in disgust, and drew away from her touch.
"And Amy. You shouldn't have been surprised when we struck back." Sarah patted Amy's cheek as well.
Amy reacted the same way I did.
Sarah did Amy's waist length brown hair into a ponytail, and did the same with my waist length blond wig.
Sarah then gave me the usual gamut of makeup.
When she was finished Amy and I could have been twins, save that she was taller and my wig was not a matching color.
"Well," said Amy in a fake evil voice.
"It looks like I have finally captured Ebony and Ivory, the famous private eye duo!"
We rolled our eyes and gave exasperated Mmpphhs in perfect unison.
Amy, continuing her shtick, said," You two have been a thorn in my side for too long threatening to expose my drug smuggling ring. But now that you're my captives, I can decide on a fitting death for you two! Or maybe a fate worse than death? Spending the rest of you lives in an arabian palace perhaps? Well either way, enjoy tonight. Because whether I kill you or do something else nasty to you, tomorrow, you will leave you former live behind forever!"
She left and closed the door while doing her mock bad guy laugh.
Amy and I struggled until we fell on our sides, and fell asleep.
...
The next day we were sat up and had our ankles tied with rope. The other end of mine was tied to a leg of the dresser my knife had come from. The end of Amy's rope was tied to the leg of the bed. Our legs were then taped to the floor with a single strip of tape at the shins, above and below the knees, two different places on the thigh, and over our hands and hips.
Before the hips and thighs were taped, we both had pillowcases thrown over our heads, and our panties pulled down.
Something was put on under them, then the panties were pulled back up.
After she left and our pillowcases were removed we saw that Sarah had put diapers under our panties.
I giggled under my gag at Amy. She looked ridiculous with diaper visible where her thong didn't cover.
Sarah came back around 5, and removed the diapers. They were not replaced.
Amy and I were then separated from each other. Tape was wound round the hips, so that our hands touched our butts, and above and below our breasts.
We were then dragged to the dining room where we were strapped to the backs of two armless wooden chairs with tape above and below our breasts, And at our wrists. Tape strapped our thighs to the seat of the chairs. More tape was wound round our shins and ankles.
Sarah then brought food to our mouths and mashed it against our gags. After wiping it off our faces, she said,
"Sorry Amy, but this is what you get for not feeding me and Ally last time! And I'm sorry Ally, but I want to be fair and I can't feed you if Amy doesn't eat anything!"
She then acted like a total bitch and ate and drank her fill while we were forced to watch.
A silent agreement crossed Amy's face and mine.
We would make her pay.
...
"MMPPHH!"
*HELP!*
"MMPPHHMPH!"
*SOMEONE!*
"MMPP'HH MPH MPH!"
*WE'RE IN HERE!*
"MMPPHH!"
*HELP!*
Sarah had dragged our chairs, with us in them, into her room. We had given up struggling after a half-hour and were now desperate enough to get outside attention, and had been screaming for at least 15 minutes. The only attention we would attract would be from Sarah as our gags were tight and effective, and the windows were closed and the blinds were shut.
Sarah came wearing a jean miniskirt and a pink tshirt, holding a roll of duct tape and two white pillow cases.
"I told you two to shut up!" she yelled angrily.
She held up our ponytails and wrapped tape around our mouths five times each. She then tied a detective over-the-nose gag over the tape, and let our ponytails drop (Approriate enough gag considering last night.).
"And stay quiet!"
We struggled against our bonds for another 15 minutes, since our yells had been reduced to a barely audible grunt.
She came back and freed our cramped fingers so that we could stretch them, and said that she would be going to a party and would not be back till midnight at least.
As she left she ignored Amy's wild and furious struggling and grunting as she was under her care and was not supposed to be leaving the house without her.
As Amy brooded, I noticed that Sarah had forgotten to move the penknife from where we had left it the previous night on the bedside table.
I slowly moved my chair about a foot towards the table over the next hour. I was already close to the table so thankfully that was all I had to move, as moving the chair was exhausting.
My fingers scrabbled for the knife and almost dropped it.
But I caught it and began to work on my wrists.
...
I had just finished freeing myself from the chair, and was walking to the door as I untied the pillowcase from around my mouth. I wold remove my tape gag and wig later as I was eager to change out of the lingerie and into my real clothes.
I was reaching for the doorknob when I heard a muffled, pleading squeak from my fellow lingerie clad bound and gagged companion.
I looked at Amy with pity as she gave me a pleading look from behind her gag.
I took off my tape gag, grabbed the knife, undid her ponytail, unagagged her and placed the knife in her hands.
"I'd unite you all the way, but I don't trust you," I remarked.
"I can understand," she replied.
"But you'll need to if you want revenge on her."
"Tonight?"
"No, sometime when she won't expect. I'll phone you when the time is right."
"Okay then, bye."
"Bye. And thanks."
Then I closed the door, changed, remove wig and makeup, and left waiting for that day.
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Hope you liked this one. I'll see if I can bring you the other one. Probably not for a while.
T&R
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T&R's stories
- 01 - First time with my gf (m/f)
- 02 - Sarah's revenge (m/f)
- 03 - Bound Twins (F/fm)
- 04 - Failed revenge, due to betrayal! Well, sort of. (f/mf)
- 05 - Icy Vengeance (mf/f)
- 06 - Kidnapped! (m+f/m)
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