03 - Connie's Camp Out
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By Trish
Wednesday, March 5th 2003 - 08:53:48 PM
Connies Cellar-4
Thanks again for all the positive feedback. While not all of the stories took place in Connie's cellar it was the centerpiece of many of our games. It is for this reason I will keep it in the title of all the stories involving Connie.
A couple of days after our adventure with Susan my family an I went on vacation an I didn't see Connie for two weeks. When we got back I found a message from her informing me of her plans to have a campout that following weekend and how she really wanted me to come. I took that to me that she had another bondage session planed so naturally I accepted her invitation. I didn't know for sure who our next victim would be but I wouldn't miss this for the world.
It had been a hot muggy August and that Saturday was on exception. It was in the 90's at 4pm, when I left for Connie's. I was wearing cotton gym shorts a short tank top and sneakers no socks. I brought my sleeping bag a couple of beach towels and a pair a change of clothes.
I arrived at Connie's to find her father working on his car. He greeted me and sent me around to the backyard. Connie was there with Cathy who I hadn't seen since that day in the cellar. She greeted me like nothing happened and she and Connie walked me back to where we would be camping. She had set up a few tents around the play area on the far end of the yard. She had strung up some lanterns and there was now a folding table under the big tree.
I stashed my things in one of the tents and joined them for a cool drink. A short while later Susan showed up also dressed in shorts and T. Right behind her Tammy who was really Cathy's friend showed up. Tammy was 15 average build with a brown Dutch boy haircut. A little while after that Connie's mother came out with a tray's of sandwiches and snacks. Her father followed along with a cooler filled with ice and more beverages. They put all the food on the table, told us to behave and disappeared into the house. Someone put on the battery-powered tape player and we all began to talk and eat.
A little while later more people showed up, Amanda and her sister Anna. I knew them from the neighborhood and I liked them both. Amanda was 17 the oldest of our crowd. She had haunting deep brown eyes and chocolate brown hair that usually hung down her back in cloud like curls. Given the evenings temperature she had it tied up in braids. Her sister Annie was 15, tall for her age and skinny as a rail. She two had deep dark eyes and brown hair but it was cut short and usually resembled a spilled bowl of spaghetti. On this occasion she had it tied back in a short ponytail. Connie showed them where to stow their gear and offered them something to eat.
Finally the sun sat and the lanterns cast an orange glow over the yard. Connie's mother showed up to check on us. Seeing that everything was fine she cautioned us to keep the music down and not stay up to late. Then she wished us a good night and retreated back to the house where her husband was warming up the barker loungers in front of the TV.
The back door had no sooner shut than Connie got up and turned off the music.
"Ladies may I have you attention please". A hush fell over the campsite. "Thank you all for coming this evening. I hope you are enjoying yourselves. Now that we have fed our faces it's time for a little entertainment". Then she turned to me. "You all know Trish, now I would like you to welcome her to our group". They all applauded. This was starting to sound like my mothers garden club. "Now Trish you have already played with Cathy and Susan, but what you don't know is that we all share the same interest".
I looked around at all of these familiar faces and realized for the first time that they were all players. WOW I was shocked but pleased at the same time. My mind was racing. What next? Who was going to make a move? Should I say something? What? Connie being the true leader that se was solved my dilemma.
"OK Trish you're it". Suddenly everything stopped for a second.
"What" I said. I must have been in shock.
"I said you're it". She tossed me something, "Now go into the tent and put that on". By now I was the only one seated. All the others were standing forming a circle around me. Then Connie continued. "You didn't think you were going to get to torture all these poor girls without consequence did you? Now go inside and change on your own or we will change you right here!" She was shouting.
I knew there was no use arguing I was out numbered. Besides what's fair is fair. I went into the tent and peeled off my clothes. She had given me a macro two-piece bathing suit. The bottom really hugged my crotch and the strapless top was little more then a Band-Aid. I put the suit on and stepped back out to meet my fate. "My god" I thought. There were six of them all waiting to have at me. Two of them I had tortured myself. They had a reason to want to get their hands on me. The others? I guess they were just sadistic bixxxxx-.
Saying nothing Connie came over and tied my hands behind my back. She used more rope to tie my elbows together. It was really tight but didn't really hurt. Cathy came over holding a balled up sock. She pinched my cheeks together that forced my mouth open and she stuffed the sock in. Standing next to her was Tammy. She had a role of duct tape. She tore off a long strip of tape and handed it to Cathy who pressed it across my lips. Next I was led over to the seesaw. (Remember this use to be a playground.) Cathy pushed me back and Connie caught me. Then they lifted me onto the seesaw. Someone, I don't remember who, handed them both several pieces of rope. My ankles were tied together and then to one handle of the seesaw. More rope was wrapped around my shoulders and hips and then wrapped around the seesaw. I was quite effectively tied to the seesaw. That was when their fun began. They started to push the seesaw up and down. Now I know that doesn't sound like much but remember you are suppose to sit on this thing. I was laying on it. After a few minuets they stopped leaving me tilted with my head down toward the ground and my feet up in the air. They were having the best time.
I heard Connie speak. "OK we all agree that she is to be tortured, now lets decide how we are going to go about this".
They all began to talk among themselves. I don't remember exactly who said what but it went something like.
"Shall we whip her?"
"I know lets make her walk on coals!"
"Wait! I know, we can put bamboo splinters under her fingernails!" or "Her toenails!" "HAHAHA!"
The conversation was getting me excited until I remembered it was ME they were talking about! Then Cathy spoke. "I know, lets see if she's ticklish!" Then I felt some fingers on the bottoms of my feet. I couldn't help but react. It was the I heard Tammy say "OH good I love tickle torture!"
Then they all took turns tickling my feet. Cathy and Susan got to go first since they had been my victims before. Over the next hour or so they each had a turn at tickle torturing my feet. They used every thing you can think of from feathers and fingers to chips of wood and a dinner fork. By the time they stopped I was a quivering breathless mass of jelly, and they were just getting started.
MORE TO COME
Trish
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Friday, March 7th 2003 - 05:56:13 PM
Connies Cellar-The Camp Out Conclusion
Here is the continuation of the story I posted on the 4th.
When we left off I was resting up form some rather intense torture on the seesaw. I was allowed to catch my breath for a few minutes. I could hear my captors talking and laughing among themselves but I couldn't really tell who was saying what. I do remember that they were talking about me and exactly what was to be done with me next.
After several minutes, Connie, Sue and Tammy came over to me. They untied me from the seesaw without untying my hands or feet. Two of them carried me over to the sand box where they dropped me face down in the sand. All at once they were on me. At least three or four of them worked together to untie my wrists from behind my back and turn me over. Then with a girl on each limb I was stretched out wide in a spread-eagle position, my arms and legs tied to the four corners of the frame. I was stretched at least as tight as Susan had been with no hope of escape. I recalled just how ruthlessly I had tortured her when she was in this position and looked forward to my impending fate with considerable dread.
I really did expect Susan to be the first one on me. Much to my surprise Amanda come over and straddled my hips. She had with her this long dangerous looking feather. She sat over me with a wide ear-to-ear grin but she said nothing. She started stroking my face ever so gently with the feather. It didn't really tickle but was strangely irritating. After a few minutes of this Annie approached from behind and knelt above me pinning my head between her knees. She took the feather from her sister and continued to tease my face and ears. As soon as she had handed over the feather Amanda began to dig her fingers into my armpits. I went wild. I never knew my pits were so ticklish but I was really going nuts. After a few minutes of that Cathy and Susan took up their places at my feet. They each had a bristle brush they used to sadistically torture my hyper sensitive feet.
Finally Tammy got into the act as she started running a bora up and down my thighs. By then I was laughing uncontrollably to the point of shedding tears. All this time Connie was supervising my torture as she circled the pit shouting orders at the others. "Come on people press harder on those pits! Lets see some fingers on her sides". And "Work harder on those feet, get that brush between every toe!" I don't know how long this went on but when Connie finally gave the order to stop I continued to convulse with laughter even after my tormentors withdrew.
Once I calmed down Connie and Amanda came over and released me from my staked out position. My hands were re-tied in front of me and I was helped to my feet. I was a little shaky at first but eventually gained my balance as I was led over to a stool. My gag was removed and I was given some water to drink. I was also offered food, which I refused.
After a short rest Tammy and Anna escorted me to the center of the camp. I was ordered to kneel while all the girls stood in a circle around me. Always being in charge Connie spoke.
"You have done well tonight Trish, so far." I didn't like the sound of that. She continued. "We have talked it over and we have decided that you are in good enough shape to stand additional tortures. Now you can refuse to continue but if you do you will no longer be a part of this group. What will it be?"
I really didn't want to continue but I knew if I were to quit I would never get my chance at revenge on any of them. So being just a bit dramatic I spit on the ground (yes guys girls can spit!) and shouted, in my most defiant voice, "Do your worst".
Almost instantly Cathy approached with a bandana, which she used to cleave gag, me. She and Sue lifted me up by my arms and led me over to a nearby tree. As we approached the tree I noticed that a fresh layer of pine bark had been spread around the tree. I noticed this because it was especially uncomfortable on my bare feet. My arms were lifted above my head and tied to a rope hanging from a long branch. The rope was lowered just enough so that I could bend my knees. Connie came over with a clever grin on her face.
"Here's a new one for ya". She said smiling. "I want you to try to pull yourself up by the rope".
When I adjusted my grip I discovered that I could indeed pull myself up lifting my feet off the ground. I didn't have the strength to hold myself up for very long and when I finally let go I dropped back down to the ground.. "OWWW" just came out as my feet came in contact with the pine bark. That really hurt and they were really enjoying watching me suffer! Connie explained that I was going to be left there for an hour. I could just stand there if I wanted or I could keep trying to pull myself up. I was told that I would be given credit for every minute I could keep myself off the ground and that my sentence would be shortened by that amount of time.
I was pretty good at sports and I could even climb that stupid rope in gym class. I really started to talk myself into it. You should have seen me try. I was pathetic. Every time I would get myself up off the ground someone would come along and poke me with a feather. I would giggle and loose my grip. This went on for a while then I finally just tried to stand as still as possible. Finally the hour was up and Amanda and Connie came to cut me down. Or so I thought. Instead of untying me and telling me what a good sport I was they simply lowered the rope until I could sit on the ground. The ground was still covered with pine bark and I was wearing a skimpy bathing suit don't forget.
They sat me up against the tree and adjusted the rope so my hands were still overhead. My ankles were tied together and a second rope was thrown over the branch. One end of that rope was tied to my ankles and the other end was drawn tight until my feet were pulled up and I was in sort of a "V". A second later Susan was standing in front of me with a cup. She removed an ice cube from the cup and pressed it against my feet. I wanted to pull out of the way but couldn't. As she stood there focused on her amusement she looked over at me and said, "You should be thankful. I wanted to use hot coals but I was out voted". I knew she was just being dramatic so I decided to play along. I started to scream bloody murder as if she were using hot coals. Even under the gag my screams got loud. That's when Connie rushed over and made Susan stop. Connie took the cleave gag off and balled up the scarf. Shoving it in my mouth she taped it in real good. Seeing that I had been properly silenced Susan continued the ice torture. Over the next half hour or so they each had a turn icing my feet and "spanking" my soles with a ruler.
I was finally released and allowed to join the others for a midnight snack. Later that night as I lay in my tent I fell asleep to dream of sweet revenge on each and every one of them.
Trish
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Trish's stories
- 01 - Connie's Cellar (f/f)
- 02 - Connie's Torture Pit (ff/f)
- 03 - Connie's Campout (f+/f)
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