03 - Betrayal Backfired
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By Encina
Sunday, March 13th 2005 - 10:58:49 AM
Betrayal Backfired PT1
Last story I told of how me and Mike were taken captive by Monica and Jane, who had a lot of fun inflicting torture on our bound selves, including forcing me and Mike to kiss. Realizing maybe they shouldn't have done that, they agreed to be captives next.
I couldn't wait until the next day, I managed to sleep somehow, planning to tie Jane the same way she did me. Well the morning came, and I wasted no time. I dressed in a red T-shirt with black jean shorts and red socks. After a quick breakfast I headed over to Mike's place so we could plan out what to do. I knocked on the door and it was Mike who told me to come in. I opened the door and to my shock I saw no one. Then Mike came from behind the door, and he pointed his finger in my back, which was supposed to be a gun.
"Raise your hands" he ordered with glee in his voice.
"I thought we were both supposed to be captors" I said complying.
"Oh well" he said walking me forward.
It was his living room of course. He had me turn around to face the couch. I didn't know where he had his bonds stashed but he pulled my hands behind me and cuffed them.
"What!" I gasped.
He turned me around, ripping a long strip of black tape.
"Comfy?" he asked before plastering the tape on my mouth, again stretching from cheek to cheek.
He smoothed out the gag and had me sit down. I pulled at the cuffs, they were real and even if I had the power to break them, I don't think Mike would appreciate that. He put his hands on my shoulders and lightly sat me down on the couch. Rope was on the floor behind him. He took a strand of it and bound my ankles together. My ankles couldn't have been pulled apart for dear life. When he was done he dusted his hands off.
"I'll be right back my cutie" he said pinching my cheek.
Apparently he was reminding me of the kiss we were forced to have. I blushed I knew because he laughed.
"You're blushing! I guess you do have the hots for me!" he exclaimed.
I protested through my gag but he simply rubbed his hand on my head and left me to myself. He brought most of his binding material with him.
My bonds were again unescapable so I merely sat there, enjoying the feeling of my helplessness. When he returned, it was he who had his hands cuffed behind him, gagged with tape, being escorted by Jane and Monica. I laughed loudly behind my gag.
"I told you so" I said through my gag.
I saw the cuffs holding him, he must've had quite a few. He was made to sit down next to while Monica binded his ankles.
"So it's true, he did betray our little Encina" said Jane honking my nose.
I had the feeling they weren't going to release me anytime soon. Monica finished binding Mike's ankles sooner then expected because she pulled Jane's hands behind her and cuffed them. He must've brought ANOTHER pair of cuffs with him.
Jane turned around. "No fair" she said.
"Too bad" said Monica, ripping off a strip of tape and placing it on her.
She had Jane sit down and then bound her ankles. Looking at Mike, it looked like Monica's ankle bonds were effective. Monica was wearing the same clothes she did the day before, which was normal for Monica. Jane was wearing a red tanktop with blue jeans and white socks. I'm surprised she wore jeans in this weather.
When she was done, Monica began ding somekind of little victory dance before sitting at the lounge chair across from us. She began to ponder what to do with us when an idea came to her. She came over and layed me down on the floor, face up, then managed to carry Mitch and put him on top of me! She took some rope and lifted me up enough so she could get the rope around and began binding me and Mike together, face to face! Jane squealed under her gag, which thank God she had or someone would've heard and came in here thinking there was a murder going on.
When she was done binding us at the upper layer, we found neither of us could pull away. I could see him blushing and I'm certain I was as well. She then binded us together at the knees. When done, we fell over on our sides, still very close. She ran out quickly then came back with a paper and ducktape. She put the paper on us and taped it on. There was a mirror in the living room, one on wheels and she rolled it over so we could both see. It said "Just Married". Mike and I turned our eyes away while Jane howled like heck under her gag.
"I wouldn't be laughing Jane" said Monica "I'm coming for you next"
TBC
Encina
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Sunday, March 13th 2005 - 01:21:04 PM
Betrayal Backfired PT2
Last time, Me and Mike were supposed to be the captors. However Mike captured me, then got captured by Monica and Jane, then Monica turned around and captured Jane! So now we were all hostages of Monica. Monica tied me and Mike together, face to face, then told Jane it was her turn.
Monica walked over to Jane and gently shoved her so she was laying on the couch and peeled Jane's socks off. Apparently she tied above where the socks were. Jane squealed like a pig knowing what was coming. Monica thus began a merciless tickle torture on poor Jane's feet. She squealed loudly, at least it was loud to us. No one outside could seem to hear it, and Monica didn't seem at all concerned someone would hear all this.
After awhile Monica got tired and stopped, putting Jane's socks back on her feet. She untied Jane's feet and took her gag off but left her cuffed.
"Sorry, but I'm not taking any chances" said Monica.
Jane just gave a large goofy grin. Monica bent down and untied us from one another another, then untied our ankles but left us cuffed, and unlike Jane, gagged.
"All you have to do if you want me to stop is say mercy" she said taking our socks off, well mine anyway.
Mike was barefoot again. Soon we were the ones squealing and even when we could find a moment where we weren't laughing too hard to say anything, when we said mercy it came out muffled. Monica obviously knew we were saying mercy but said "Sorry, it's mercy, not mpphr" she would taunt. She tickled us at least twice as long as Jane and I'm not sure how much more we could take. Finally she had tired herself out.
"Wow, you guys love to be tickled. Maybe I should keep you here and tickle you forever"
We both shook our heads furiously, saying no loudly through our gags. She laughed, took another strip of tape and regagged Jane. She checked us all for keys before leaving us. Without keys we were not going anywhere. We didn't go to remove our gags for some reason. Probably because we liked being gagged. We lay there limply for awhile until Monica came back and uncuffed me and Jane, and ungagged Mike. Jane and I removed our own gags, but Mike was kept cuffed.
"What's going on!" he said.
"You were a naughty boy, capturing your fellow captor. We're going to discipline you"
We looked at eachother with gleam in our eyes and Mike knew he was in for something worse then tickle torture.
TBC
Encina
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Monday, March 14th 2005 - 08:11:41 PM
Betrayal Backfired PT3
Before I continue, I want to thank you all for your support. I was worried my stories wouldn't do well. Thank you so much. Enough of that though, you want to read the story, right?
Anyway, last time Monica had us all hostage, using any methods she could to torture us (without crossing the line) Jane and I were let go however Mike was kept in his cuffs, Monica and Jane saying how he was a very naughty boy. Question was, what would be done to him? Like I said, it was worse then tickle torture.
"Allright, let's take a quick lunch break before we continue" said Monica.
We all agreed. Mike motioned his hands to be uncuffed. I asked for the key but Monica shook her head, then gave a smile.
"We'll just have to feed him ourselves after eating" said Monica. Mike looked astonished.
She cooked the three of us Lean Pockets, and we wolfed them down. We were more hungry then we thought. These kinds of games could be good exercise depending on what you went through, especially tickle torture. When we finished, Jane heated up another Lean Pocket while Monica stood Mike up and sat him in the chair, his cuffed hands behind it.
"You would've done the same" said Mike, who began trying to break free.
Hey, there were his cuffs, no loss to us if he broke them. This was a futile gesture at best, and soon he stopped.
Jane brought the lean pocket out, cooling it off the best she could before bringing it over. I held Mike's nose so he would have to open his mouth.
"Open wide" said Jane.
Without choice he did, eating the lean pocket in big bites. If he burned his tongue, he sure hid it. Of course we just started. When he was done, we pulled him off the chair and led him to the bedroom. We wiped off anything that got on his mouth or chin.
There was still rope in the bedroom but Jane still brought more.
"We're gonna bind him down to the bed. Want to do the honours?" whispered Monica.
I nodded vigorously and Mike was made to lie down, face on the bed. I was assigned to bind his ankles. Now was good practice, even if he got his ankles free his hands were still cuffed and he couldn't recapture anyone. I began by wrapping the rope around his ankles as tightly as possible, hoping it didn't hurt him. Once I cinched the knot, I asked if it hurt and he said no. He tested the bonds and I nearly shrieked when I saw t held, he could barely move them.
Jane lifted him up while Monica uncuffed his hands, then immediately cuffed a wrist. She brought the chain around one of the pillars of the headboard and cuffed the other, stretching him out. I took the roll of tape, placing a strip just big enough to fit his mouth.
"That won't hold" said Monica.
Mike tried working it off but it didn't work. I always had a theory small strips worked better. There was less tape for him to work off which made it harder.
Jane had us huddle together and we giggled like crazy when Monica said to give him a peck. We lined up, Monica first giving him a peck on the cheek. He blushed madly, then Jane, then me. If he was any more red after my peck, he might've had a heart attack!
"Hope you're comfy" said Monica before closing the door.
We left him in there for half an hour. I wanted to go in and taunt him some more but then the girls would think I had a crush on him. Truth was, I was slowly developing a crush. Anyway, when we entered again he was laying down perfectly still. We giggled, he could barely squirm. Of course we let him go, but now the whole cycle was mixed up. It was decided that from now on, using the finger gun or any other toy weapon, we could capture someone as long as they raised their hands in surrender (not sure how common this is for tie up games as I just came here and haven't read anything in the other sections)
We stopped for the day and played outside for awhile. The next game was really something else and I'll post it as soon as possible (I have a lot of free time on my hands, maybe too much?)
Encina
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Encina's stories
- 01 - First of Many Tie Ups (m/f+, f+/m)
- 02 - Captive Again (ff/mf)
- 03 - Betrayal Backfired (m/f, f+/mf, f/ffm, f+/m)
- 04 - Sister Mary (f/ff)
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