Tied Twins: Forest Frolic (mm/ff)

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Tied Twins: Forest Frolic (mm/ff)

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Tied Twins: Forest Frolic
by OldTUGger

Special thanks to BindPam and damsel, who suggested portions of the plot; and also to sarobah for inspiring one scene


“OK, girls. Here’s where the real part of the hike begins.”

Denise and Elise exchanged a look. They’d been looking forward to “the real part of the hike” for more than a week, ever since Elise’s boyfriend Ted told her about it. Elise, in turn, had told Denise, her identical twin sister, who happened to be dating Tim, Ted’s identical twin.

The plan was simple enough: The twin couples would go on a double date, a five-mile hike through a nearby national forest. Ted told Elise that she and Denise should bring their lunches and water; he said he and Tim would bring the “supplies.”
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Elise knew exactly what he meant. And now, a mile from the trailhead and away from prying eyes, she and her twin were finding out exactly what Ted and Tim had in store for them.

The boys took off their day packs, laid them on the ground and unzipped them. The two Eagle Scouts had, indeed, come prepared. Their packs contained food, water, trail maps, first aid kits, bandannas, Scout neckerchiefs, and many hanks of quarter-inch rope.

The girls’ eyes lit up.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear you guys have big plans for us,” Elise deadpanned.

“I wouldn’t bet against it,” Ted replied. “But we’re going to start off small. Hold your hands out in front of you.”

The two redheads complied, and watched intently while their boyfriends expertly wrapped and cinched their wrists together.

“Too tight?” Tim asked. “Remember, we still have another mile and a half to go before we get to the turnaround point.”

The girls twisted their wrists to check their range of motion.

“We’re fine,” Denise said. “Onward!”

“Wait a sec.”

From his pack, Tim took a short length of rope, doubled it, looped the bight around the chest strap of Denise’s day pack and slid the free ends of the rope through the bight to form a girth hitch. It also, Denise instantly realized, formed a leash. She looked over at Elise, who was receiving a similar treatment from Ted.

“You’re our prisoners now, fair damsels,” Ted said. “Follow us to our lair.” He tugged lightly on the leash, and Elise fell into formation, walking about half a step behind. Tim and Denise followed close behind them.

“Do you always tie up your dates and put them on leashes?” Elise demanded.

“Only for safety’s sake,” answered Ted, grinning puckishly. “We can’t have you falling off the trail and tumbling down the mountainside, can we?”

“That works great on Everest, but I don’t think these mountains are anything like the Himalayas,” Denise countered.

“Maybe not, but just in case…” Tim let the sentence trail off, smiling all the time.

The early-autumn woods, just short of peak color, provided a resplendent setting for the couples’ bondage hike. The twin boys gently led their tethered dates through the brightly hued tableau, reveling in their luck at finding a set of twin girls who shared their fondness for tie-up games. The girls, for their part, couldn’t help thinking about the other hanks of rope, the bandannas and neckerchiefs they’d seen in their dates’ backpacks. What bound and gagged fate awaited them at whatever destination the boys chose?

As they trod the well-worn pathway, the four talked about many things, but the conversation invariably steered back toward the twins’ previous tie-up adventures. The boys discovered, somewhat to their surprise, that Denise and Elise had been tying each other up since they were just eight years old.

“Wow! You realize that’s almost half your lives, don’t you?” Ted said incredulously. “Tim and I didn’t get started until we were eleven, our first year in the Boy Scouts. Compared to you, we were slow starters!”

“You do well enough,” Elise answered, smiling and holding up her bound hands.

“Whoops!” Ted exclaimed suddenly. “I got talking and almost missed our turn.” He pointed toward a side trail that led toward the ridgetop. “Our destination is up there, on top of the hill.”

A few minutes later, the boys and their “captives” arrived at their picnic spot, under a rock overhang on the ridge’s far side, about 100 yards off the path they’d taken up the hill. A scattering of ottoman-sized boulders made the overhang a perfect place to sit and eat.

“Ready to have lunch?” Ted asked Elise.

“Sure! Aren’t you going to untie my hands?”

“Why would I want to do that?”

“Umm…so I can take off my backpack, maybe? Duh!”

“Oh.”

The boys undid their dates’ bonds just long enough for the girls to shuck off their packs.

“Okay. Now, hands behind your backs,” Tim ordered. “We’ll get your lunches for you.”

With their wrists secured behind them, the girls had little choice but to sit on a couple of nearby boulders and wait for the guys to retrieve sandwiches, water bottles and trail-mix bags from their packs. It didn’t take Ted and Tim long to lay the picnic items out.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Dig in!” Ted said, chuckling. The girls shot him their best “we’re not amused” look.

“Actually, ladies, we’re going to hand-feed you,” Tim said. “And you’re going to be blindfolded while we do it.”

“Seriously?” Denise asked, her eyes twinkling.

“Seriously.”

“You won’t mess with us while we’re blindfolded?”

“Nope. Scout’s honor.”

The boys kept their word. Over the course of the next half hour, the girls dined, as the French say, sans vue -- without sight. When the meal ended, the boys stowed the sandwich bags and water bottles in the girls’ packs and shouldered their own.

“Time to move,” Ted said, holding Elise’s upper arm as he helped her to her feet.

“Blindfolded? No way.”

“Only a short distance. We’ll make sure you don’t fall or bump into anything.”

Once again, the boys were as good as their word. Fifty feet around the other side of the outcrop, they brought their dates to a halt and removed their blindfolds.

“Welcome to Tie-Up Land,” Tim said.

The boys clearly had been busy in the days before the hike. Two poplar poles, each four inches in diameter and six feet tall, had been sunk into the soft earth. Off to one side, an even longer poplar pole had been lashed horizontally to three short vertical ones, forming a three-legged hitching post of sorts.

“Which will it be, girls? Standing or kneeling?” Ted asked.

“Kneeling,” said Elise.

“Standing,” said Denise.

“Your wishes are our commands!” Ted said as he escorted Elise to the center upright of the hitching post and unzipped his backpack. “Kneel down with your back to the upright, Elise. One foot on each side of the post.”

Elise did as she was told, and somewhat to her surprise, she found that the leaf-covered ground provided plenty of cushion for her knees.

“Hook your arms around the horizontal pole,” Ted said. “And cross your ankles behind the vertical pole.” With that, he stepped over the hitching post “rail” and bound his girlfriend’s ankles with almost-by-the-book diagonal lashing. He used square lashing to tie each of her elbows to the rail, then fashioned a bar-wrap across her belly to bind her wrists as closely together as she could hold them.

As Ted put the finishing touches on her bondage, Elise looked over at Denise, bound in a classic pole tie.

Tim hadn’t spared the cordage. Cinched wraps secured Denise to the stake at her ankles, her knees and her waist. As Elise and Ted watched, Tim finished binding her to the improvised stanchion with ropes above and below her breasts. Pulling her arms behind the pole, he wrapped her arms from wrists to elbows with a doubled strand of rope, pulling her forearms together as he went.

Elise and Denise shared a look. They’d been tied quite differently, but both ties had the same effect. The elbows-back positions pushed both girls’ chests out, greatly enhancing their bustlines.

“Enjoying the show?” Denise asked Tim.

“Sure am, smart mouth,” he grinned, blushing. “Time to put an end to your chatter. Open wide.”

A Boy Scout neckerchief, folded with a bandanna inside and knotted in the middle, creates a cleave gag that rivals a ball gag in sheer mouth-filling ability. In short order, Denise and Elise found themselves chomping on large wads of tightly woven cotton -- but only after each boyfriend had kissed his girlfriend firmly on the lips.

“Do you like that?” Ted said as he stroked Elise’s cheek where it bulged above the gag. She mewed contentedly, and received a kiss on her forehead as a reward.

Tim looked over at Ted. “Let’s blindfold them so neither of them can see how the other is being treated,” he suggested. The heavily gagged girls couldn’t say so, but they wholeheartedly approved.

Playing off each other’s cues, the boys spent the next twenty minutes stroking their girlfriends’ hair, caressing their cheeks, kissing their foreheads and holding their bound hands. Not once did they break from the first point of the Scout Law -- trustworthiness -- and let their hands roam where they shouldn’t.

Being bound in such strenuous positions eventually wore down both Denise and Elise, who began to fidget in their bonds. Ted looked over at Tim, who nodded. As one, they freed the knots on the girls’ gags and pried the sodden neckerchiefs from their mouths.

“Need a drink?” Tim asked.

“Yes!” both girls chimed at once.

After giving their bound and blindfolded dates a good, long drink, Ted and Tim took off the girls’ blindfolds and spent several minutes freeing the redheads from their bonds. After the boys had taken down the poles and policed the site thoroughly, they walked over to the girls with mischievous expressions on their faces.

“Time to get tied up for the return trip,” Ted announced. “Hands behind your backs this time.”

“We can’t do that! We’ll be wearing our packs,” Elise protested.

“No, you won’t. Tim and I will carry your packs. Without the food and most of the water, they hardly weigh anything.”

Satisfied, the girls twirled around and stood still while their boyfriends bound their wrists yet again.

“Can we do this again sometime, maybe next spring?” Denise asked.

“Sure! I think Ted and I can dream up something really special for you by then,” Tim replied.

Something really special! The thought flashed simultaneously through the girls’ heads. How could it get more special than this?

After half a heartbeat, it dawned on them.

Oh! Ohhh…
Last edited by OldTUGger 3 years ago, edited 4 times in total.
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This is getting better and better surely.
And, on top, being reminded of the wonderful stories of Sarobah!
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Post by Emma »

What a nice, family-friendly Tugs story to see, first thing when booting up the computer this morning!
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Thank you to you and your contributors for such a beautifully written and charming story.
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Great writing, OldTUGger.
Thanks for reading. Feel free to comment.
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Nainur wrote: 3 years ago And, on top, being reminded of the wonderful stories of Sarobah!
Dining while blindfolded was one of sarobah's favorite things to do with her boyfriend, Rob. This story contains a small homage to that.
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This is really cool, and can give you ideas :D
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CapturedKim wrote: 3 years ago This is really cool, and can give you ideas :D
Exactly! Another winning chapter!
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Post by Terri »

This story, and the series itself, is really quite impressive! It's a pleasure to see how you keep things fresh and interesting.
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Thanks, everyone, for the kind words! As soon as inspiration strikes, I'll get busy on further adventures for the twins!
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