01 - Cops and Robbers
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By Jim
Sunday, September 2nd 2001 - 12:41:07 AM
When I was younger, perhaps ten, I consistently played tie-up games with the girls in my neighborhood. During the summer, there wasn't much else to do. There were no boys my age who lived near me- just one girl my age, and then two other sisters, one a year older than I, one a year younger. Occasionally I got them to play my games (sports), but more often I was forced to join them in dolls. We did however, both enjoy cops and robbers.
Typically we would play with two teams of two. It would be Stacy (my age) and I, vs. Dharma (one year older) and her sister, Betty (one year younger). The fist time we played, I had suggested it. Betty and Stacy were definitely into it, but Dharma needed convincing. We made the rules. Originally Stacy suggested that once someone is shot, they die and are out of the game. Betty offered that perhaps someone should be tied up, and if they are able to escape, they are free. Naturally we all agreed with this logic. The teams were decided. Stacy and I were the cops. Dharma and Betty were they robbers. We each had our own bases, and we each gathered supplies.
Then the game started.
Stacy and I got our stuff together. We each had one pair of plastic handcuffs (virtually the only difference between being cops and robbers) which would be used to escort our prisoners back to our base. There they would be further restrained.
We split up and I went to spy on Betty and Dharma. I peered around the corner and looked into their basement (they had one where it open from the outside, you know, where you walked down, kinda like a storm cellar). I was immediately grabbed from behind, a powerful hand clamping over my mouth stifling my screams. Dharma overpowered me and dragged me into the basement. Betty rushed over and assisted her older sister into forcing me into the large arm chair that they had set up. Needing to use four hands, my mouth was released. They bound my hands to each arm of the chair as I screamed for Stacy to help me. Then they bound me ankles to each leg of the chair, before roping me to the back of the chair.
"What are you going to do now, cop?" Betty sneered, staying in character.
"I'm going to yell for back up!" I informed, and I did. For a little while. Betty stuffed a large rag into my mouth.
"That aught to keep you quiet enough." she smiled.
"Mmmmph!" I grunted to their satisfaction. After grinning at the sight of me bound and gagged, they left, presumably to find my partner. With them gone, it took be seconds to attempt at freedom.
I was surprised to find that I was well bound. Being tied by girls, in a haste as well, I had figured that I could easily escape. But it was not so. The ropes were pretty tight, and struggling made them more uncomfortable. The knots were think and tight, and I was unfamiliar with them. With effort, I moved the chair a few inches, but it wasn't very effective in the grand scheme of things. I got upset at being bound and gagged and being unable to free myself, especially at the hands on girls.
Nothing was holding my gag in, I realised after long last. It took some work to avoid swallowing it, but it wasn't to hard to work out of my mouth (she had stuffed it pretty deep). With disgust I spat it onto the ground.
"HELP!" I yelped between bites at my knots. I couldn't even get the knots out with my teeth, so I just yelled for help. I didn't take long for someone to come... But it wasn't who I was hoping.
"Hmmm, so I'll have to keep you quiet using other means." Dharma smiled with an evil grin. She looked around the basement, and produced a role of masking tape. She ripped a long strip of tape from the role and approached me.
"This should keep you quiet." she said as she pressed the tape against my lips. It sealed my mouth and I grunted.
"There nice and quiet the way a captive cop should be." she proceeded to tear of strip after strip further plastering my mouth with tape.
"Now listen real good Jim, you better keep you big mouth shut. My mom's right outside in the garden, and we can't have her hearing you and setting you free. After all, I think I like you better this way." she mocked, before making a quick departure.
I knew I could work the tape off, but she used ALOT and it might have taken awhile, so I decided to make some noise, by knocking something over, thus alerting Dharma and Betty's mom. I glanced around the room, thankful I wasn't blindfolded. I saw a bunch of tools on a shelf nearby and figured that I could inch over there and knock them off. I worked my way, straining against the ropes to move the chair, which seemed harder than it should have been, grunting into my gag with the work. Eventually I gave up and I am not a very hard worker. I licked at the tape gag. It tasted foul, naturally, but it seemed to work. The large amount of tape made it harder, because the outward edges of the gag were plastered onto my cheeks and I was unable to remove the gag. Then I decided to rub my cheek against my shoulder: and low and behold! I got it off! I screamed to high heaven: but again the person answering my pleas was not who I hoped.
Betty came down backward and was carrying someth- she carried the feet of a squirming Stacy, which were tightly bound with rope. Dharma was carrying her upper body as they lowered her down the stairs. She was bound heavily with lots of rope, over her ankles, knees and thighs. Her wrists were bound together in front, which surprised me, but they were tightly pinned down to her body by even more heavy ropes tied very tightly all over her torso/waist/chest area. She was wearing jeans and a sweater, I remember because the wool and denim bulged out from where ever there was not any tight roping. She was equally tightly gagged, her bulging mouth was obviously packed, and held in by a red bandanna, tied over the mouth/detective style. A second red bandanna was used to blindfold her. Her face was bright pink and sweaty from struggling.
"Took us quite a while to tie her up. But now we got both you cops at our mercy. So what are we going to do?" Dharma questioned with an evil grin.
"Why, I think that we should hold them as hostages!" Betty exclaimed in an obviously rehearsed scene.
"MMMPPH!" a muffled roar of disapproval came from Stacy's gagged mouth.
"That's not fair!" I ranted "According to the rules we should be set free, if we're both captured, you win!" I was in agreement with my partner.
"Survey says..."
"You guys stay our hostages." Betty chuckled.
"And it appears that you just won't stay gagged!" Dharma let out, just realizing I had ungagged myself.
"Well I could go look around for some duct tape if you'd like." Betty chimed in. Dharma's eyes lit up.
"Of course. Nothing keeps big mouths shut better that good old silver duct tape!" I was in horror. I didn't want duct tape applied to my skin, for fear that in would hurt too much upon removal. I knew it would.
"No! Help! Help! Hel- Mmmpph!" Dharma's hand clamped down over my mouth.
"Quick Betty, get the duct tape! I'll just keep him quiet the manual way."
It didn't take very long for Betty to rummage around and find the big thick roll. She pulled off a length which made a ripping sound, before tearing it off with her teeth.
"Open up!" Dharma stuffed my mouth with the original rag I had spit out. It was still moist as she packed it deeply into my mouth. Then Betty pressed the cool sticky tape against my lips pressing hard against my lips, taping my mouth shut.
"Mmmpph!" I struggled. The gag was tight.
"See, he can't even open his big mouth up! Perfect. A nice tight gag makes all boys look better!" she smiled at me.
"Mmmpph!" I struggled helplessly.
"Why look Betty, I think he's trying to communicate." she mocked.
"Mmmpph!" came another bound and gagged captive from the floor.
"Keep quiet too! We had enough of your lip before we gagged your precious little mouth, and I'm sick of it. You're both better gagged. C'mon Betty, let's go have a snack." Dharma resolved, as they left us, bound, gagged, and helpless.
Let me know if you want me to continue this story...
Jim
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