01 - A modified - and better - game of hide-and-seek
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By Shiznach
Monday, June 24th 2002 - 10:33:44 PM
Shall I share?
Just FYI, this story really is true, but may not be 100% accurate. This is the first part of a few stories, if people like it.
Note: The following story is very long, you may want to scroll down and see if you're willing to commit to it...
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Well, I didn't have a bondage-filled childhood like a couple of you did, but I had a couple interesting experiences when I was younger. I first remember liking the feeling of confinement when I was 8 or 9, while in a somewhat narrow sleeping bag. I didn't realize then what it was, just that I liked it. I played a couple of tie-up games, but they weren't that memorable or exciting, due to the lack of experience from all parties involved.
The first time I was really tied up was when I was 12. Let me give some background on this incident.
All my life, I've gone to private, Christian schools. Due to this, and due to growing up in a Christian home, me and (most of) my friends lived somewhat sheltered lives. We weren't completely ignorant of the world, but some things we simply didn't know (I don't begrudge this at all, I don't think 10-12 year olds should be porno experts like some are now). We knew what sex was and all that, but I personally just hadn't thought about it that much.
Our school had our own little faux-Boy/Girl Scout club. It was actually pretty fun, resembled the Boy Scouts in most ways, but it was simply in a Christian environment. Every other month, we would either go camping, or go to the mountains and go rock climbing/white-water rafting (depending on the season).
Whenever we would go rock climbing, we wouldn't actually camp, but would sleep in the gym of another Christian school (it would always be during summer, so we never had to worry about interrupting classes).
The school grounds were excellent. At night, we could have the most awesome tag/hide-and-seek games. On one side of the school, there was a field extending from the building. It was about 100 m wide by 100 m wide. The squarish field was surrounded by dense forest. At night, the field was well lit, but the forest was pitch dark. And there was always a most awesome view of Mt Shasta (the school was WAY up Northern California).
Our favorite game to play was a variation of hide-and-seek. There were two teams: the evaders and the defenders. The evaders team was always much larger than the defenders. The defenders always had the "Scout Leaders" (I honestly can't remember what we called them, so I will refer to them as Scout Leaders) on their side, and usually the bigger, older, and more athletic kids.
The objective? The evaders had to get across the field, to the door on the side of the school. Once on the field, getting touched by two hands by the defenders meant that you were "captured".
Strangely enough, off on the right side of the field, there was an old shed. The door faced the forest (a mere 5-10 meters away). That was where you were taken if you were captured. Typically, you would have to sit on the outside of the shed, and could not move. If an evader came up and touched you, you were "free", and you and your rescuer got a free pass back to the forest (which was a safe zone). If an evader made it to the door, one prisoner would be loosed into the forest. The game ends either with all the evaders making it to the door, or all of them being captured.
This was an extremely popular game, but it was always much harder to be a defender. It was simply too easy to coordinate a multi-person dash for the prisoner, fake out the guard, and tag multiple people before reinforcements arrived. The defenders rarely won (and the teams usually consisted of the same people).
So, one time, one of our Scout leaders got us all together before the game started, and proposed a slight change in the rules.
1. Captives were taken inside the shed.
We had no problem with this one, and were ready for the game to be a little harder for the evaders (even we were getting a little bored with winning all the time).
2. Inside the shed, the captives could be tied.
This got our attention. We questioned the nature of the tying, and the Scout Leader showed a package of ropes and a couple rolls of duct tape. We were about to say "No," when he tacked on this other rule.
3. Tied captives can escape, and no one can *directly* guard the shed. (meaning, you could keep an eye on the shed, but nobody could just stand in front of it.
That salved our concerns, and we quickly discussed a couple of other rules.
4. On the field, the two-hand-touch rule still applied to capture. However, the forest is no longer a safe zone. The Defenders could go out and hunt down Evaders. But, they couldn't just touch the person, they had to catch them.
This brought grins to our faces. None of us younger kids believed we could get caught.
5. There were no "free passes" for rescuers; they had to untie a prisoner, and make it back to the woods with out getting touched.
There were a couple other rules, but I can't quite remember them. I'll mention them if they come to mind during this retelling.
We (the evaders) asked for one other rule: Before the game started, we had 15 minutes to work up a plan. This concession was suggested by the oldest (and smartest) member of the Evaders. I think he was 16, and he wanted to show up his friends. He apparently didn't believe we could win this new game without real strategy.
We played this game every single night of the four nights we stayed there, and each one sticks out vividly in my mind. I will do them all separately, and I might even split some of the nights up, since we occasionally played more than one very long round.
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Night One
We jogged out to the woods, out of sight, and began talking. I don't really remember the extent of the strategy, except that there was a fairly elaborate double-fakeout-rush play that would involve a good two-thirds of our team. I was one of the people not involved in this plan, I simply volunteered to go off on my own, and give the Defenders something else to worry about. I also mentioned that I would try to be a rescuer, if the opportunity arose. That worked out fine with our faux-military strategists. There was only one thing we were all agreed on. If captured in the woods, give a warning shout to alarm any nearby people who needed to get away quickly to avoid capture.
We had already split up by the time our Scout Leader shouted loudly from the field that the game was beginning in one minute. I went off to one side (if you were to face the forest from the school, it would have been the right side. I will refer to sides based on that impromptu measurement) and crouched down to wait. I was about 10 feet back from the edge of the forest, one eye peeking around the tree and looking at the field. There were war cries, and I realized the game had started.
I quickly estimated odds. Since some people chose to skip games every once in a while, the teams were always slightly different. Everyone was playing this game, due to the new rules. I guessed there were probably 35 people on my team, judging from our little meeting. It looked like we were up against 20-25 people. I noticed only about 10 staying behind to guard the field, the rest walked out in groups of threes, carrying various lengths of rope and other things I couldn't really make out.
Now, at this point in my life, I hadn't quite realized that I truly liked being tied up. And the competitive spirit in me drove any desire to be captured. I hunkered down in the shadow of a fairly large log, and waited for all the hunting parties to go past. None came really close, but I was still glad I was wearing dark clothing. Knowing that these games usually took a while, I sat up, watched the field from the shadows, and waiting, looking for a chance to run to the door (which was still the safe point).
About 5 minutes into the game, I saw one of the "hunting parties" come running out of the woods... carrying one of my bound teammates. Eyes widening, I sat up, watching them run toward the shed. The defenders started cheering, and one of the adults mentioned to them that the ropes to bind the prisoners were inside the shed.
I was annoyed. Not only had they reduced the number of my teammates, but the guy hadn't even given a warning! Then I saw why. The helpless captive was gagged. At first, I was puzzled. What had they used? Then I remembered. For a fundraiser, one of the adults had bought a BIG package of cheap towels and washcloths, but for our car wash, they were completely ineffective, but they had never been thrown away.
Annoyed, I now realized I would have to make an attempt to rescue him. I stayed put for a few more minutes, and the three captors came out of the shed, on the hunt again. They weren't heading toward me, so I wasn't too worried. Actually, I was so wrapped up in trying to figure out a silent way into the shed, that my attention on my surroundings dimmed.
I stretched, yawning, when suddenly, one of those cheap washcloths entered my mouth. I felt my arms yanked backward, and I was dumped unceremoniously to the ground, face first. A strip of duct tape was slapped on over my mouth, and within 5 seconds, my wrists were tied together. The cloth briefly tickled the back of my throat, sending me into a coughing fit. All activity on my capture hesitated. One of them ripped the tape from my mouth, and I spit out the cloth, coughing.
One of them asked "Are you okay?" The objective of this wasn't to hurt someone, and they thought I was choking on the cloth, not merely coughing. I nodded yes, and they helped me to my feet, my wrists still crossed behind my back.
"Don't make noise and we won't gag you," one of them said, obviously startled by my coughing fit. I moaned inwardly. Warn my team, or give myself comfort? It was only a split second decision.
"GGGGGGGGGEEEEEEEEEEEEET AWAAAAAAAY! I'VEEEEE BEEEEEEN CAAAAAAAUUUUUUGHHHHHHHT!" My captors were so startled, they didn't take action immediately. I quickly began another round of hollering, when they jammed the cloth back in and sealed it with the tape. I immediately realized that one strip of duct tape could be pushed out, but I decided not to exercise that revelation just yet. I was half-dragged, half-run to the shed, which was actually pretty close. I was pushed to the floor, where my ankles were quickly trussed up.
Let me describe the shed for a second. It was 20 feet by 15 feet, and had several support beams all around, mostly to hang tools on, it appeared. It was also empty except for us captors and captives, a massive pile of ropes, a roll of duct tape, and a couple of chairs. The shed was actually VERY sturdy, had beams on the ceilings, shelves, so on and so forth. I was sat into the chair, where my captors quickly realized that the back was too big for my wrists to go behind.
They untied my hands for a brief moment, then retied them in front of me. Jim, the other captive, watched. He was not gagged (not like it matters, shouting would only alert the guards to a possible rescue attempt). Grabbing some thicker rope, they began to wind the rope around my arms and the chair, criss-crossing the slats, going between my arms, pinning me to the back of the chair. They tied it off out of my reach, and then began tying my legs to the chair legs individually. Finally, they bound my thighs down to the bottom of the chair, completely immobilizing me to the chair. Smirking, they stepped outside, ready to go hunt for another person.
Too bad they made one crucial mistake.
When they tied my arms in front of me, and wrapped the rope around me, they in no way restrained my arms below my elbows. Grunting, I got my tongue behind the cloth, and pushed it against the duct tape. After a moment, it came free, and simply hung on one side of my fact, not covering my mouth at all. Jim, sitting on the floor with his wrists tied around a pole, raised his eyebrows.
"Can you get free?"
I nodded. "Yup."
I bent my elbows, and raised my wrists to my mouth. It wasn't very hard, just a little extra pressure against the bonds. I began picking at the knots with my teeth, and they came free within a minute. Jim snorted loudly, "Wish I had been caught by THOSE guys."
I grinned, and began squirming the ropes off of my arms and chest. I could hear shouting outside, laughing and screaming, and was afraid of getting a new roommate soon. Within 3 minutes, I was completely free. I squatted by Jim, and undid his wrist ropes. Those weren't tied expertly, but the knot was out of reach. Jim untied his ankles, and we both stood.
Now, being 12, I thought I was now the slickest person on earth, a living James Bond. Without thinking, I opened the door to the shed and stepped out... and found my original captors standing 10 feet away with another captive! They stared at me, open mouthed, and I stared back, frozen in fear.
"GET HIM!"
All three of them charged me, ignoring their other captive. Seeing them move set me into action, and I dashed for the trees. I tried to leap over a bush, but I didn't clear it. My feet caught, and I fell onto the ground like a ton of bricks. "Ooooooomph!!"
I tried to move, but the wind was knocked out of me, and all I could do was gasp for air. My pursuers leapt on top of me, pinning me to the ground. I didn't even try to resist this time. They were older, stronger, and bigger than me, and royally ticked off. They tied my wrists together VERY tightly, gagged me again, and then hustled me into the shed again. Much to their chagrin, they realized that the shed was now devoid of other occupants. I looked at their faces, and I think they could see me smiling through the duct tape. Growling, they pushed me to the floor, and tied my ankles together tightly again, removing my shoes in the process. They stood me up again, and one of them (I think his name was John) took the duct tape off, and flung the cloth out of my mouth. I worked my jaw, breathing from my mouth, knowing that it was probably a short-lived respite. I wasn't disappointed.
They got straight to the point. "Who got you out?" they demanded.
I smiled. I couldn't resist rubbing it in their faces. "You guys really suck at tying knots, it was so easy to get out!"
"YOU escaped!?"
"Uh-huh," was my mocking reply.
John growled, and then, his eyes shifted. A smile crossed his face, and he reached above and behind my head for a moment, and grabbed something. He looked at me, and then at his partners in crime.
"I've got a real good idea."
My heart sank. I knew this wasn't good. John and one of his partners (Ron, I think), started sorting through the piles of ropes. They selected quite a few pieces, and went to work.
They checked my wrist bonds, and they were very tight. They started winding rope around my upper body again, extremely tightly. I was mostly silent, hoping that they would make a mistake again. I knew it wasn't likely, as they started criss-crossing rope between my elbows, and around my body. There was no finesse involved with these ties (although they let Ron tie the knots; he had gotten honors in knot tying), they were simply rendering me immobile with quantity. After they were satisfied that I couldn't move my arms much, they went to work on my legs. By now, I was leaning forward slightly, hoping my jeans would create enough slack that my tormentor couldn't see that I was really enjoying this!
They tied my legs above and below the knees, so they were pinned together. I was still standing, wondering exactly where this was going. I was now only capable of squirming, but even that capacity would soon be reduced. They passed ropes over my shoulders, and then pulled them up between my legs. As soon as those ropes tightened, I knew I was in huge trouble. I could no longer shrug my shoulders, so tight they tightened the ropes (thankfully, the ropes pulled my hard-on flat, but not painfully, thereby hiding what I feared most would be discovered).
Now totally immobile, Ron asked, "What now?" John pulled his friends in close, and whispered the answer. They both burst out laughing, and went to grab more rope.
"What are you doing?" I blurted out.
"Aw, we can't have you yelling for help, now can we?" John deadpanned.
Ron picked out a (fresh) cloth, and stuffed it in my mouth. I rolled my eyes, but made no attempt to speak through it. Much to my surprise, instead of ripping of a strip, he began winding the roll around my head. Damn, I thought, so much for pushing it out. Glumly, I stood there as Ron wrapped the roll at least 7 or 8 times around my head at slightly different levels, effectively covering my face from the nose down in duct tape. I could barely move my jaw, it was so tight.
John took the roll of tape from Ron's hands, and ripped off a fairly large piece. Before I could react, he placed the tape over my eyes, making a makeshift blindfold. NOW I started to protest, trying to talk through the gag. My captors laughed at my unintelligible grunts.
"Lie down." The command came swiftly, and I felt hands lower me to the ground, face first. I sighed loudly, figuring I was going to be hooked onto the nearby pole. Not quite. I felt some tugging on my ankles, prompting a few grunts of protest from me.
"They're tight," Ron stated.
"Good."
I guessed it had been around 30-45 minutes since they started, when I felt some pressure on my ankle bonds. Murmuring grouchily, I shifted slightly.
"Now."
Suddenly, my feet lifted off of the ground, and one grunt of exertion later, my three antagonists had me hanging upside down! Shocked, I suddenly realized what John had been grabbing at earlier: He had been testing his weight on one of the O-ring hooks used to hang stuff on. Wriggling mightily, I shouting as best as I could, screaming to be let down. The tape came off of my eyes, and I found myself staring at the ground, a good three feet beneath my head.
John knelt down, face-to-face with me, and smiled. "You ain't getting out of this one. Excuse me while I go find you company."
I twisted around frantically, and saw how they raised me up. They used the hook as a makeshift pulley/fulcrum, and tied the end to another hook farther along. John chortled loudly, and then put the tape back on my eyes. I went absolutely ballistic. Screaming the best I could and thrashing around, I struggled against my bonds. The door to the shed shut, and I was all alone, upside down, gagged and blindfolded, without a prayer of a chance of escaping on my own.
I ceased my thrashing as soon as they left, and began working on my wrist bonds. I could hear screaming and laughter coming from the outside, and shouted commands came through the wall. I was somewhat proud of my teammates for evading capture for so long, but I hoped one of them would be tied less rigidly than I, so I could escape.
After a couple of minutes, I realized it was absolutely hopeless. They hadn't tied my wrist bonds within reach. I relaxed my body, and hung in the ropes, trying to ignore the blood rushing to my head.
After what I'm guessing was 15 minutes (but felt like hours), the door opened, and people came in. I lifted my head the best I could, and tried to inquire who was at the door. When I heard muffled protests, I knew rescue was far off. Activity stopped for a moment, and then some new voices burst out laughing.
"Holy crap, look at him!" "Jeez, who did that?" "Ha! That's priceless!"
I tried to say something, anything, but the gag was too damn effective. They laughed again. "Hey Mario, you want to be tied like that?" I heard the taunting cry. Muffled sounds DEFINITELY expressing a negative response filled the room.
They laughed again. "Don't worry, just don't escape and this won't happen."
I hung there in silence while they bound Mario to a chair. At one point they took off his gag. Mario asked a question about the rules that brought new hope to me. "Are we still playing when if someone makes it to safety one prisoner gets out?"
"Don't think so, about 13 people have made it to safety so far." My hopes had just been nuked. Dammit.
"I'll ask though, I think that's a good question." I heard people leave, after apparently reinserting Mario's gag, due to the muffled grunts I heard.
Groaning, I strained against the ropes again. I was still enjoying this immensely, but I was getting dizzy, and wanted OUT! I heard Mario quietly shifting. A minute later, the door opened again.
"I asked, no, you have to be rescued," the voice said, crushing the faint hope of a rescuer again. "And actually, we decided that any prisoners left at the end of the game have to stay tied up for an extra half-hour, while the winners get sodas. The game ends in...half hour, I guess." With that great piece of news, the door closed again.
I began swearing vehemently into the gag, producing unintelligible muffling sounds. Another hour in this! HELL NO! But there wasn't much I could do about it, so I tried to enjoy where I was, and ignore the blood pooling in my head. It actually wasn't so bad, I think that I was tense and moving enough to keep blood flowing through my muscles instead of my head.
After about 10 minutes, a roar kicked up outside. Instinctively, I twisted, trying to pick out the sound. A LOT of people were cheering, whooping and hollering. I realized that THIS was the big play, where all of the Evaders were to try to break the line of defense and make it to the safe point. I hung quietly (not much else I could do, eh?) and waited, resigned to my fate. I noticed that the sound seemed to drift away, and suddenly the door opened. Grimacing, I remained motionless. I felt a stunned silence fill the room.
"Damn, what did they do!" And then laughter. I recognized the voice as the voice of Trevor, the captive being brought in when I made a break for it the first time. Hope surged, and I twisted in his direction, making unintelligible noises.
"Man-hold still. Holy crap, thanks for giving me that escape chance, I wouldn't have wanted to end up like that! Damn!" He cut through the tape sealing my mouth shut, and pulled it and the tape covering my eyes off. I blinked, even the dim light hurting my eyes. Trevor placed the scissors next to the roll of duct tape where he found it. "How long have you been here?"
I groaned. "What time is it now?"
He checked his watch, "About 10:15."
I was floored. They had captured me at around 9. And if it took 45 minutes to put me up there- "I was only up here a half-hour? Seemed longer."
Trevor untied the knot from the ceiling using a chair, and slowly lowered me to the ground. I was lying up on my back, staring at the ceiling, my equilibrium totally thrown off. Trevor untied my wrists, and began unwrapping the rope from my chest. After he got my arms free, I went to work on my legs, feeling incredibly stiff. Trevor untied Mario, and helped me undo the knots around my ankles. He stepped outside for a moment, and looked around the corner.
"I uh-think the game's over"
"Huh?"
"It looked like most everyone made it out," he laughed. "I think we won."
Yeah, I felt like a winner.
That's the end of night one, I'll post more later, maybe...
Shiznach
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