The Beginning
Just an ordinary weekend for Paul and Gemma becomes extraordinary with their parents being away all weekend. It becomes a big celebration once they get permission for friends Katie, Gareth, and Tina to help them housesit. When this happens, you break out the treats and goodies to ensure everyone maintains a nice sugar high.
Being in University allowed Gareth and Gemma, aged 21, to return to the house before Paul and Katie, aged 14, or Tina, aged 9. In fact, they could probably arrange to put the three young ones out of circulation for the entire time before karate class.
Gareth and Katie gathered rope and waited for Paul to come home. They knew he'd be first because Katie had to bring Tina over. So, they gathered ropes, chains, and gags.
"What do we do once we have them in place?"
"With my parents gone until Monday afternoon, it doesn't matter. As long as we make karate and feed them, we're OK."
"Good enough for me then."
"They don't even get to change their clothes!"
"Naughty Gemma! I like it!"
So Gareth and Gemma waited. And waited. And chatted. And waited. The sun was getting lower on the horizon when they heard the bus drive by, which meant Paul would come soon. They got ready for him to enter the house.
"Gemma, I am home!" he entered in his uniform slacks and polo and put his bag down.
"Hey, Paul!" Gemma gave him a hug and kiss.
"Paul, our prisoner!" Gareth pulled his arms behind his back and bound them.
"Thanks for nothing, Gareth!"
"A might bit of a pleasure."
"Traitor!"
"I know!" Gemma giggled as she produced a red bandana, "Open wide!"
"Yes, sis!" Paul opened his mouth.
"Good boy!"
Paul was led to the coffee table and laid down upon it. His ankles, thighs, and elbows were tied, and then the lad was hogtied. He squirmed a bit even though it was hopeless.
"One down, two to go!" Gareth noted.
"The real fighters, you mean!"
The sun was now turning an orange color due to the season, and soon they saw the approach of Katie and Tina, who were in their own school skirts (not a kilt, for the stereotypers and such in the room). Gemma was armed with chain in her pocket and Gareth with rope.
"Hey, you two, come in!" Gemma invited them in.
"Hi, Gem. Oh, I can hear Paul!"
"And you will join him too!"
"Gareth, you big galoot!" Gemma had to go after Tina.
Tina is a wrestling genius. She isn't afraid to take on Paul or even Gareth. She fights and fights hard, and she will not go down easily. She also has a sharp tongue and taunts her oppressors even as she loses ground. Gemma would not have it easy.
"Come nicely!"
"Not if I get you first!"
Gemma and Tina wrestled mightily and rolled around the house, bumping off of walls. Gemma was full of firm resolve and was able to finally pin Tina's arms to her waists with a chain, which was just enough.
Gareth had no problem hogtying Katie just like Paul although she fought as well. Katie, however, doesn't quite have Tina's killed instinct. She had a blue gag to complement Paul's and took the remaining table space next to him.
With Gareth's help, Tina was pushed into a chair and a chain attached to a wrist, wrapped under the chair seat, and locked to the other wrist. Another chain held her chest to the chair back, and another was wrapped around her ankles and up to the chain under the chair seat. Finally, she got a black bandana gag.
"Well, that was a fun start! Let's seat her with the others," Gemma said.
"Mmm!" Tina fought mightily.
"It's going to be quite a weekend!" Gareth said.
"Let's start by using our human footstools!"
"Kate is nearer the sofa, so her turn first."
Katie, then Paul, took one hour turns as the human footstool. Some fine television entertained the group during this first phase of the weekend. As the sun disappeared into darkness and three captives grunted and squirmed, Gareth looked at Gemma.
"This is going to more than either of us bargained.
The Slumber Weekend (M+F+/M+F+) [Finished]
The Slumber Weekend (M+F+/M+F+) [Finished]
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Fantastic - roll on part 2.
Plunged into Darkness
"Well, time for karate, kids!" Gareth announced and slacked the ropes binding Katie and Paul's wrists. In the same vein, Gemma undid the locks holding Tina.
"An interesting start!" Katie said as she pulled out her gag.
"It's a fun way to begin a party!" Paul agreed, "Kidnapped by my own sister in my own home."
"It's my home too!" Gemma snorted.
"You acted more like an invader."
"Go get ready for karate, you ingrate!"
Karate was in and of itself a transformation for these youths. It meant changing into a track suit or something else they could put over the karate uniform while in transit to and from the class, which was in Edinburgh as opposed to further from the city. It was close enough that they could walk it though.
Karate was good for them in several ways. It teaches skills that can be applied fo several realms of life; it teaches body awareness; it conditions the muscles; and that's just a few things. For this group of inseparable friends, it was another thing to do together.
The walk to and from karate is often more interesting than karate itself. The conversation and antics that take place on the walk can be quite rowdy. After a pre-karate round of TUGs, everyone expected more to follow after dinner.
Everyone had to get cleaned up and then dinner was "made": take-out pizza, which mind you is quite inferior to what the author gets locally or can make himself. This, however, is irrelevant to the story at hand. Nevertheless, after an inferior pizza, it was time to decide how to punish the youths for the night.
"I want to be staked out for the night!" Tina immediately volunteered.
"Oooh... a brave soul! Who wishes to dare the odds?" Gareth asked,.
"Hmmm," Paul thought about it.
"Katie and I will join her for a girls' night out!" Gemma suggested.
"There's something sinister in that," Paul laughed.
"Had to make sure it a trustworthy young couple left alone," Katie winked.
"Right!"
"Well, get going!"
Katie, Gemma, and Tina got themselves jammied and marched into the great outdoors and darkness. Such was what thrill was made of. There was a distinct thrill in being left out in he darkness while helplessly trussed up. It was a built difficult in the darkness, but soon there were 8 stakes set in a row with old towels set out near where their heads would go... for a reason,
Tina, as a reward for her bravery, went first and on the left. To her surprise she was staked out on her stomach so that her face was against the sheet. The chains stretched her arms and legs out and held her taut. Such was a cruel trick.
Katie was roped in the middle and face up. She got mercy thanks to Paul's efforts, or she too would have been face down. Rope stretched her out and left her helpless. She giggled as she was bound.
In a similar vein, Paul lobbied for Gemma to be splayed out with her face to the ground. It was an act of cruelty that only Paul could perpetrate so effortlessly. Gemma protested, but she was muffled by the ground before her face.
"Now, be good girls! If I hear a giggle fest, I will gag you!" Gareth warned.
"We'll be fine!" Gemma said.
Paul and Gareth went indoors for this first night. It wasn't that they didn't want to be tied up but rather that they were just willing to wait a night for their turn. Overall, it wasn't too much of a sacrifice.
Outdoors, Katie and the others got talking and eventually giggling. Katie teased the other two about how she could see different constellations and how the moon was moving. Gemma and Tina rued their positions.
"I am so using Paul as a footstool tomorrow!"
"I will be using Gareth as a chair!"
It was a beautiful night outdoors. The air was crisp, and the stars and moon were bright. The glow of Edinburgh illuminated the horizon, while the moon handled the rest. It was a perfect scene for a TUG. The only natural sounds were the cricket's chirps and the bird's tweets.
The unnatural sound was that of giggling as the girls plotted their revenge. Face-planted or not, this was a fabulous way to spend a night. It was almost too good even. It was so good that Gareth followed through on his promise to cleave gag them if they didn't stop. But, being so experienced, it was muffled conversation and giggling.
How good God was to allow to so fully enjoy such a perfect night, surrounded by His glory as expressed in nature. What a beautiful thought by which to sleep!
"Well, time for karate, kids!" Gareth announced and slacked the ropes binding Katie and Paul's wrists. In the same vein, Gemma undid the locks holding Tina.
"An interesting start!" Katie said as she pulled out her gag.
"It's a fun way to begin a party!" Paul agreed, "Kidnapped by my own sister in my own home."
"It's my home too!" Gemma snorted.
"You acted more like an invader."
"Go get ready for karate, you ingrate!"
Karate was in and of itself a transformation for these youths. It meant changing into a track suit or something else they could put over the karate uniform while in transit to and from the class, which was in Edinburgh as opposed to further from the city. It was close enough that they could walk it though.
Karate was good for them in several ways. It teaches skills that can be applied fo several realms of life; it teaches body awareness; it conditions the muscles; and that's just a few things. For this group of inseparable friends, it was another thing to do together.
The walk to and from karate is often more interesting than karate itself. The conversation and antics that take place on the walk can be quite rowdy. After a pre-karate round of TUGs, everyone expected more to follow after dinner.
Everyone had to get cleaned up and then dinner was "made": take-out pizza, which mind you is quite inferior to what the author gets locally or can make himself. This, however, is irrelevant to the story at hand. Nevertheless, after an inferior pizza, it was time to decide how to punish the youths for the night.
"I want to be staked out for the night!" Tina immediately volunteered.
"Oooh... a brave soul! Who wishes to dare the odds?" Gareth asked,.
"Hmmm," Paul thought about it.
"Katie and I will join her for a girls' night out!" Gemma suggested.
"There's something sinister in that," Paul laughed.
"Had to make sure it a trustworthy young couple left alone," Katie winked.
"Right!"
"Well, get going!"
Katie, Gemma, and Tina got themselves jammied and marched into the great outdoors and darkness. Such was what thrill was made of. There was a distinct thrill in being left out in he darkness while helplessly trussed up. It was a built difficult in the darkness, but soon there were 8 stakes set in a row with old towels set out near where their heads would go... for a reason,
Tina, as a reward for her bravery, went first and on the left. To her surprise she was staked out on her stomach so that her face was against the sheet. The chains stretched her arms and legs out and held her taut. Such was a cruel trick.
Katie was roped in the middle and face up. She got mercy thanks to Paul's efforts, or she too would have been face down. Rope stretched her out and left her helpless. She giggled as she was bound.
In a similar vein, Paul lobbied for Gemma to be splayed out with her face to the ground. It was an act of cruelty that only Paul could perpetrate so effortlessly. Gemma protested, but she was muffled by the ground before her face.
"Now, be good girls! If I hear a giggle fest, I will gag you!" Gareth warned.
"We'll be fine!" Gemma said.
Paul and Gareth went indoors for this first night. It wasn't that they didn't want to be tied up but rather that they were just willing to wait a night for their turn. Overall, it wasn't too much of a sacrifice.
Outdoors, Katie and the others got talking and eventually giggling. Katie teased the other two about how she could see different constellations and how the moon was moving. Gemma and Tina rued their positions.
"I am so using Paul as a footstool tomorrow!"
"I will be using Gareth as a chair!"
It was a beautiful night outdoors. The air was crisp, and the stars and moon were bright. The glow of Edinburgh illuminated the horizon, while the moon handled the rest. It was a perfect scene for a TUG. The only natural sounds were the cricket's chirps and the bird's tweets.
The unnatural sound was that of giggling as the girls plotted their revenge. Face-planted or not, this was a fabulous way to spend a night. It was almost too good even. It was so good that Gareth followed through on his promise to cleave gag them if they didn't stop. But, being so experienced, it was muffled conversation and giggling.
How good God was to allow to so fully enjoy such a perfect night, surrounded by His glory as expressed in nature. What a beautiful thought by which to sleep!
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Revenge!
Katie, Tina, and Gemma had gag talked their revenge plans while waiting for Gareth and Paul to release them. But what a revenge it was to come. The sweet taste of revenge tastes, well, sweet; as least it's sweet when it's funny revenge.
The revenge got kicked up a notched when a rain shower passed over the house before their release. Now they were gagged, bound, muddy, and wet. They were three muddied St. Andrew's crosses! Katie was muddiest of all because she didn't have any barrier between her and the ground. Now, they all had to shower before breakfast!
"Sorry, girls," Gareth said with a laugh as he and Paul released them after the rain had passed.
"I ought to kill you!" Katie seethed.
"You'll get your chance," Paul grinned back.
Rain put a damper on their hopes of some outdoor air in the morning, but there was nothing wrong with having to do stuff indoors! After each girl had de-mudded herself in the shower, breakfast was prepared in a true Scottish fashion: fried egg, bacon, etc. Somehow this author suspects that Gemma likes the fattier pieces, but he can't be 100% certain.
The author admits that he has read all the James Herriot books, some of them twice. The Herriot books, for the unfamiliar, tell the approximately true stories of a Scottish vet who worked at a practice in Yorkshire. All the elements were realistic, even when the events hadn't necessarily occurred. He is also familiar with the legendary race car drivers of Scotland, like Jim Clark and Jackie Stewart. But this is the extent of his knowledge of Scotland.
Remember that now it is three against one, and everybody unsurprisingly was wearing blue jeans. Some had polos and others had t-shirts. Gemma had her RHSE tracksuit on over it all as such is where she felt most comfortable. It was a very typical gathering of the youths in the house just outside Edinburgh.
"Paul, you must punished and tormented for last night," Gemma laid down as they ate.
"Agreed, Gem!"
"Gareth, you might be dead when I am done with you. If you live."
"Death is too permanent for a little wet. You would have left me out there just the same if the roles were reversed!"
"He's got you, Gemma," Katie interjected between bites.
"Revenge still comes for face-planting us in the dirt like that!"
"I can accept that."
"Enjoy my stilettos."
"What was that?"
"Enjoy!"
"Gem, you need to stop focusing on how you torture us and instead let it just come to you," Paul chided her.
"No one's twisting your arm, Gem!"
"OH!" she was thereafter silent for the rest of the meal having been put in her place by her friends.
After breakfast, Gareth and Paul were escorted by the girls toward the living room, where their punishment began. Gareth was roped at his wrists and ankles and ordered to lie down on the sofa. Paul was similarly ordered to lie down on the coffee table. His arms were pulled alongside the table legs and fasted at his wrist and shoulders. His ankles were similarly fastened.
"Paul, dear, look what I found!" Gemma showed a couple pair of high heels.
"Oh, what have you done to yourself, Paul? he questioned his own actions.
"Oh, I found a pair for Katie too!"
"Tina, don't hog all of Gareth like that!" Katie chided her cousin.
"Make me!"
"Get off you!"
"I'll fight you!" Tina gripped the sofa tightly.
"Get off!" Katie pulled her strongly, and both tumbled to the floor.
"Be careful you two!" Gemma warned.
"For that you get this!" Katie get on top of Tina and started tickling her.
"Katie, ha ha, get off!"
"No, you have to throw me off!"
"You two," Gemma laughed as she sat on Gareth's back.
"Oof!"
"I'm not that heavy."
"No, it could be a car on me!"
"Ha ha ha Katie!"
"Do you give up? If so, I'll chain you!"
"NO!" Tina threw Katie off.
"There we go!"
"Come on, girls! While you were fighting Gemma found a chick flick for us to choke on!" Paul ordered.
"You're the captive!" Tina poked Paul and then sat on Gareth's butt, "I get the soft spot!"
"Ha ha!"
"Let's be entertained!" Katie sat on Gareth's legs.
"Maybe the car would have been better! Make it a Fiat!"
"Shut up!"
The girls each had a pair of high heel shoes, though they didn't fit Tina's feet. They rested the hard heels on Paul, and throughout the movie each one, in turn, occasionally took the shoe and poked Paul. Katie was near Paul's head, Tina his stomach, and Gemma his legs. Sometimes they twist so as to tickle Paul.
Paul didn't mind as it was all in good sport. He was enjoying the captivity even if the on-screen entertainment was trash in his, Gareth's, and the author's eyes. It all moved so quickly when he was like this, and he was used to seeing such graphic chick flicks anyway.
Gareth couldn't see the movie at all, fortunately. He was so mashed down that he thought he was holding his breath part of the way. But occasionally Gemma would fidget and allow him to breathe again. Such a challenge left him to test his own personal limits. It was an endurance test to see how much he could handle. Next time, he could handle a little but more! But it sure was goofy when one of the girls would poke him with a stiletto. He'd let out a snort, shake his head, and resume his thoughts.
For either guy, this wasn't exactly an easy time for spiritual reflection, but it was easier for Gareth. Mostly it was a simple thought: thanking God for these three girls. Each one had an unique personality that made them contribute differently to his life, and their varying ages provided a broad perspective.
When the movie was done, Gemma moved to the next phase of her torment.
"Katie, you hold Gareth down while I tickle him. Tina, you get Paul all to yourself!"
"OK!" Katie got on top of Gareth.
"Oh, Gemma, you're a mean girl! Ha ha ha!"
"Tina, you brat!"
"Ha ha ha ha ha!" came in chorus from the two boys.
"This is for leaving us out in the rain!"
"Ha ha ha ha ha! Tina, please!"
The tickling went on so long no one knew how long it was. Gareth and Paul were hurting when it finally ended. Gemma crouched in front of Paul.
"Aw, is the little boy sore?"
"A bit!"
"Good!" Gemma gave him a peck on the cheek.
"Heh heh!"
"Now, you two will stay there until lunch is ready!"
And she kept her word. When lunch was finished, Paul and Gareth were released. There was much clamor at the table, as always, as everyone silently wondered what would happen next. The score for boys versus girls was now even, which left them open to do whatever they pleased.
What would the afternoon bring?
Katie, Tina, and Gemma had gag talked their revenge plans while waiting for Gareth and Paul to release them. But what a revenge it was to come. The sweet taste of revenge tastes, well, sweet; as least it's sweet when it's funny revenge.
The revenge got kicked up a notched when a rain shower passed over the house before their release. Now they were gagged, bound, muddy, and wet. They were three muddied St. Andrew's crosses! Katie was muddiest of all because she didn't have any barrier between her and the ground. Now, they all had to shower before breakfast!
"Sorry, girls," Gareth said with a laugh as he and Paul released them after the rain had passed.
"I ought to kill you!" Katie seethed.
"You'll get your chance," Paul grinned back.
Rain put a damper on their hopes of some outdoor air in the morning, but there was nothing wrong with having to do stuff indoors! After each girl had de-mudded herself in the shower, breakfast was prepared in a true Scottish fashion: fried egg, bacon, etc. Somehow this author suspects that Gemma likes the fattier pieces, but he can't be 100% certain.
The author admits that he has read all the James Herriot books, some of them twice. The Herriot books, for the unfamiliar, tell the approximately true stories of a Scottish vet who worked at a practice in Yorkshire. All the elements were realistic, even when the events hadn't necessarily occurred. He is also familiar with the legendary race car drivers of Scotland, like Jim Clark and Jackie Stewart. But this is the extent of his knowledge of Scotland.
Remember that now it is three against one, and everybody unsurprisingly was wearing blue jeans. Some had polos and others had t-shirts. Gemma had her RHSE tracksuit on over it all as such is where she felt most comfortable. It was a very typical gathering of the youths in the house just outside Edinburgh.
"Paul, you must punished and tormented for last night," Gemma laid down as they ate.
"Agreed, Gem!"
"Gareth, you might be dead when I am done with you. If you live."
"Death is too permanent for a little wet. You would have left me out there just the same if the roles were reversed!"
"He's got you, Gemma," Katie interjected between bites.
"Revenge still comes for face-planting us in the dirt like that!"
"I can accept that."
"Enjoy my stilettos."
"What was that?"
"Enjoy!"
"Gem, you need to stop focusing on how you torture us and instead let it just come to you," Paul chided her.
"No one's twisting your arm, Gem!"
"OH!" she was thereafter silent for the rest of the meal having been put in her place by her friends.
After breakfast, Gareth and Paul were escorted by the girls toward the living room, where their punishment began. Gareth was roped at his wrists and ankles and ordered to lie down on the sofa. Paul was similarly ordered to lie down on the coffee table. His arms were pulled alongside the table legs and fasted at his wrist and shoulders. His ankles were similarly fastened.
"Paul, dear, look what I found!" Gemma showed a couple pair of high heels.
"Oh, what have you done to yourself, Paul? he questioned his own actions.
"Oh, I found a pair for Katie too!"
"Tina, don't hog all of Gareth like that!" Katie chided her cousin.
"Make me!"
"Get off you!"
"I'll fight you!" Tina gripped the sofa tightly.
"Get off!" Katie pulled her strongly, and both tumbled to the floor.
"Be careful you two!" Gemma warned.
"For that you get this!" Katie get on top of Tina and started tickling her.
"Katie, ha ha, get off!"
"No, you have to throw me off!"
"You two," Gemma laughed as she sat on Gareth's back.
"Oof!"
"I'm not that heavy."
"No, it could be a car on me!"
"Ha ha ha Katie!"
"Do you give up? If so, I'll chain you!"
"NO!" Tina threw Katie off.
"There we go!"
"Come on, girls! While you were fighting Gemma found a chick flick for us to choke on!" Paul ordered.
"You're the captive!" Tina poked Paul and then sat on Gareth's butt, "I get the soft spot!"
"Ha ha!"
"Let's be entertained!" Katie sat on Gareth's legs.
"Maybe the car would have been better! Make it a Fiat!"
"Shut up!"
The girls each had a pair of high heel shoes, though they didn't fit Tina's feet. They rested the hard heels on Paul, and throughout the movie each one, in turn, occasionally took the shoe and poked Paul. Katie was near Paul's head, Tina his stomach, and Gemma his legs. Sometimes they twist so as to tickle Paul.
Paul didn't mind as it was all in good sport. He was enjoying the captivity even if the on-screen entertainment was trash in his, Gareth's, and the author's eyes. It all moved so quickly when he was like this, and he was used to seeing such graphic chick flicks anyway.
Gareth couldn't see the movie at all, fortunately. He was so mashed down that he thought he was holding his breath part of the way. But occasionally Gemma would fidget and allow him to breathe again. Such a challenge left him to test his own personal limits. It was an endurance test to see how much he could handle. Next time, he could handle a little but more! But it sure was goofy when one of the girls would poke him with a stiletto. He'd let out a snort, shake his head, and resume his thoughts.
For either guy, this wasn't exactly an easy time for spiritual reflection, but it was easier for Gareth. Mostly it was a simple thought: thanking God for these three girls. Each one had an unique personality that made them contribute differently to his life, and their varying ages provided a broad perspective.
When the movie was done, Gemma moved to the next phase of her torment.
"Katie, you hold Gareth down while I tickle him. Tina, you get Paul all to yourself!"
"OK!" Katie got on top of Gareth.
"Oh, Gemma, you're a mean girl! Ha ha ha!"
"Tina, you brat!"
"Ha ha ha ha ha!" came in chorus from the two boys.
"This is for leaving us out in the rain!"
"Ha ha ha ha ha! Tina, please!"
The tickling went on so long no one knew how long it was. Gareth and Paul were hurting when it finally ended. Gemma crouched in front of Paul.
"Aw, is the little boy sore?"
"A bit!"
"Good!" Gemma gave him a peck on the cheek.
"Heh heh!"
"Now, you two will stay there until lunch is ready!"
And she kept her word. When lunch was finished, Paul and Gareth were released. There was much clamor at the table, as always, as everyone silently wondered what would happen next. The score for boys versus girls was now even, which left them open to do whatever they pleased.
What would the afternoon bring?
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Fabulous
Gemma
Fabulous
Gemma
A New Table Topper and a New Coat
"What pleasure is brought to the afternoon?" Gareth asked.
"Well, I think Paul suffered enough in the morning," Gemma explained.
"But not me? Katie farted on me!"
"I did not!"
"Did so! No shame in it except it felt gross."
"Did you Katie?" Paul goaded her.
"Boys..."
"I say she gets tied up for it!"
"This is such a disgusting conversation."
"You do what you need," Gemma groaned, "I'm getting the mail."
Gemma grabbed a jacket from the closet for the walk to the mailbox as there was a steady cold rain outside. The sound of it pattering on the roof was one thing, but it was quite a different patter when outdoors. It made a constant racket, like that she experienced in the morning. In a brief moment of immaturity, she jumped in a puddle. No one would see her except her friends, so she happily walked to the box without avoid the puddles even when it made a splash. Just as soon, she was indoors again.
"Where is Katie?" she asked.
"You'll see!" Gareth grinned.
"Let me hang up my coat."
Gemma went to the coat closet to put it back. She opened the door and was surprised to find Katie in there between the coats. She was gagged with what appeared to be a red bandana and strips of duct tape. Her wrists and elbows were tied together in front of her. She was in the middle, her wrists were against the left wall, and the rope ran from her wrists, over her head, and were knotted on the back side of the rack. Her ankles and thighs were tied as well.
"Iiiii!" Katie greeted.
"Oh, my! Let me put this back!" Gemma hung up her coat, "En... enjoy?"
"Mmmmm!"
"Bye now!" she shut the door.
"Well?" Gareth asked.
"You're a naughty!"
"I try!"
"Now it's your turn!"
Gareth was laid upon the coffee table on his back. Ropes were attached to his wrists and fasted to the table legs near his ankles, and ropes ran from his shoulders to the other table. His ankles were also tied down.
"So this how it feels to be captured by a mad scientist to steal my brain!"
"Shush!" Gemma sat down and put her heels on his stomach.
"Heh heh!"
Meanwhile, Paul and Tina were missing this opportunity to instead wrestle each other as they often did. Paul and Tina were a surprisingly good match for each other in spite of Tina's size. They loved tussling as they did especially since it was all in good sport. And these two in particular never missed a competition.
Paul for a moment thought he had won, but with a well-timed push Tina got Paul's arm stuck underneath his body. He was now helpless as the girl put him through the "bucking bronco" punishment. In this one, Paul successfully shed Tina, and both laid on the floor on their backs laughing before Gemma stopped them.
"Now, pick out some footwear and join me!"
"Yes, ma'am!"
"What did you call me?!"
"Ma'am!"
"PAUL!"
"Yes, GemGem!"
"Better!"
"You're a brat, Gemma!" Gareth cackled.
"What was that?" she grinned and dug her heels in.
"I said, 'You're a brat.'"
"Making sure," she didn't let up.
"I'm back!" Paul sat down with what Americans call cleats. He rested his feet on Gareth's chest.
"Merciless, Paul?"
"Just taking advantage of a great opportunity!"
"That it is!"
Paul relished the opportunity to be using the human footstool for a change, and they had a pretty cool new coat in the closet. It felt so... different... to be on this side of things. Outside, the rain finally showed signs of letting up. It was such a perfect day to be stuck indoors with these amazing people!
"Comfortable?" Gemma asked Gareth.
"As comfortable as I will ever be?"
"I'll put water on for tea!"
"OK."
Making tea for 5 was easy. Serving it to all 5 was difficult especially when one was tape gagged, and another person didn't want any this time. This makes it much easier to deal with just 3 cups. One cup got a straw in it.
"Here you go, Gareth!"
"Oh, thank you!"
"Have a biscuit?"
"Thank you kindly!"
The 'biscuit' is what Americans call a "store bought cookie." For Gemma, it was fun trying to feed a captive, especially a nice one. For Paul, it was strange to not be the one being fed.
"Mmm *bang*" came from the closet.
"I think Katie wants to be with us," Paul said as he went to get her.
"I am sure she's lonely."
"Hey, Katie, are you lonely? Well, too bad," Paul shut the door.
"PAUL," Tina threatened.
"Come on," Paul led her out while making her hop.
"What do we do with her?"
"Eh, tie her wrists to her ankles," Gemma suggested.
"Good idea," Paul grabbed a rope.
"Mmm!" Katie watched herself become more helpless.
"Enjoy."
After an hour of captivity, it was time to release the captives and work on supper. The day seemed to fly by, and everyone had fun chattering especially about the football games they had watched that afternoon. It was the usual sports discussion among knowledgeable people.
Would the evening be able to match the craziness of this day so far?
"What pleasure is brought to the afternoon?" Gareth asked.
"Well, I think Paul suffered enough in the morning," Gemma explained.
"But not me? Katie farted on me!"
"I did not!"
"Did so! No shame in it except it felt gross."
"Did you Katie?" Paul goaded her.
"Boys..."
"I say she gets tied up for it!"
"This is such a disgusting conversation."
"You do what you need," Gemma groaned, "I'm getting the mail."
Gemma grabbed a jacket from the closet for the walk to the mailbox as there was a steady cold rain outside. The sound of it pattering on the roof was one thing, but it was quite a different patter when outdoors. It made a constant racket, like that she experienced in the morning. In a brief moment of immaturity, she jumped in a puddle. No one would see her except her friends, so she happily walked to the box without avoid the puddles even when it made a splash. Just as soon, she was indoors again.
"Where is Katie?" she asked.
"You'll see!" Gareth grinned.
"Let me hang up my coat."
Gemma went to the coat closet to put it back. She opened the door and was surprised to find Katie in there between the coats. She was gagged with what appeared to be a red bandana and strips of duct tape. Her wrists and elbows were tied together in front of her. She was in the middle, her wrists were against the left wall, and the rope ran from her wrists, over her head, and were knotted on the back side of the rack. Her ankles and thighs were tied as well.
"Iiiii!" Katie greeted.
"Oh, my! Let me put this back!" Gemma hung up her coat, "En... enjoy?"
"Mmmmm!"
"Bye now!" she shut the door.
"Well?" Gareth asked.
"You're a naughty!"
"I try!"
"Now it's your turn!"
Gareth was laid upon the coffee table on his back. Ropes were attached to his wrists and fasted to the table legs near his ankles, and ropes ran from his shoulders to the other table. His ankles were also tied down.
"So this how it feels to be captured by a mad scientist to steal my brain!"
"Shush!" Gemma sat down and put her heels on his stomach.
"Heh heh!"
Meanwhile, Paul and Tina were missing this opportunity to instead wrestle each other as they often did. Paul and Tina were a surprisingly good match for each other in spite of Tina's size. They loved tussling as they did especially since it was all in good sport. And these two in particular never missed a competition.
Paul for a moment thought he had won, but with a well-timed push Tina got Paul's arm stuck underneath his body. He was now helpless as the girl put him through the "bucking bronco" punishment. In this one, Paul successfully shed Tina, and both laid on the floor on their backs laughing before Gemma stopped them.
"Now, pick out some footwear and join me!"
"Yes, ma'am!"
"What did you call me?!"
"Ma'am!"
"PAUL!"
"Yes, GemGem!"
"Better!"
"You're a brat, Gemma!" Gareth cackled.
"What was that?" she grinned and dug her heels in.
"I said, 'You're a brat.'"
"Making sure," she didn't let up.
"I'm back!" Paul sat down with what Americans call cleats. He rested his feet on Gareth's chest.
"Merciless, Paul?"
"Just taking advantage of a great opportunity!"
"That it is!"
Paul relished the opportunity to be using the human footstool for a change, and they had a pretty cool new coat in the closet. It felt so... different... to be on this side of things. Outside, the rain finally showed signs of letting up. It was such a perfect day to be stuck indoors with these amazing people!
"Comfortable?" Gemma asked Gareth.
"As comfortable as I will ever be?"
"I'll put water on for tea!"
"OK."
Making tea for 5 was easy. Serving it to all 5 was difficult especially when one was tape gagged, and another person didn't want any this time. This makes it much easier to deal with just 3 cups. One cup got a straw in it.
"Here you go, Gareth!"
"Oh, thank you!"
"Have a biscuit?"
"Thank you kindly!"
The 'biscuit' is what Americans call a "store bought cookie." For Gemma, it was fun trying to feed a captive, especially a nice one. For Paul, it was strange to not be the one being fed.
"Mmm *bang*" came from the closet.
"I think Katie wants to be with us," Paul said as he went to get her.
"I am sure she's lonely."
"Hey, Katie, are you lonely? Well, too bad," Paul shut the door.
"PAUL," Tina threatened.
"Come on," Paul led her out while making her hop.
"What do we do with her?"
"Eh, tie her wrists to her ankles," Gemma suggested.
"Good idea," Paul grabbed a rope.
"Mmm!" Katie watched herself become more helpless.
"Enjoy."
After an hour of captivity, it was time to release the captives and work on supper. The day seemed to fly by, and everyone had fun chattering especially about the football games they had watched that afternoon. It was the usual sports discussion among knowledgeable people.
Would the evening be able to match the craziness of this day so far?
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I know i'm repeating myself, but its just fantastic, Alex. Thank you so much.
The Crazy Scots
The Crazy Scots
Stretched Out
Bedtime sometimes turns out to be a simple affair. Other times it is complex. Rarely it's chaotic. Tonight was the former as Tina wanted to prove she was a big girl and spend a night staked out alone. She persisted so much that finally Gemma gave in to the pressure.
So Tina's request was fulfilled. She was brought out back and put into a face up St. Andrew's cross. The ropes were tightened just right so that she was helpless. Gareth was naturally the party pooper.
"You comfortable?"
"Yes."
"Nothing in the way?"
"Nothing."
"You sure about this?"
"Ughhh... yes!"
"You don't want anyone else tied up with you?"
"Oh, shut up! I'm big enough to handle myself for a few hours!"
"Well, err..."
"I can take it! Quit being a worry-wort! Just because I'm a girl..."
"It's not that! It's just that you're..."
"Oh, the 'You're too small' stuff now?" Tina rolled her eyes.
"Push off, Gareth," Katie ordered him back to the house.
It was a clear night without a cloud in sight. The moon wasn't full nor high in the sky, though. From this, mostly a glow filled the garden as opposed to a full light. Such was perfect for a night TUG.
Inside the house, in the light, everyone's pyjamas were apparent. After the events of the day. naturally everyone wanted a piece of Gemma. In fact, Gemma wanted a piece of Gemma too!
"Gem, time to put you in time out!" Paul declared.
"How do you plan to do that?"
"The table of course?"
"You can't! For a night?"
"Wrong table!"
Paul meant the dining table. Gemma was tied up in a contorted St. Andrew's cross on that table, which was certainly large enough to keep her comfortable for an entire night. She was a bit larger than the table, but it worked once her legs were pulled off enough for her knees to bend!
"This isn't bad!"
"Especially with a pillow under your head!" Gareth teased, "But I doubt you need one."
"Quit the teasing, Gareth. It's fine."
"I am sure. It looks nice from here."
"Quit studying her, Gareth!"
"Oh, I wasn't!"
"Now, what about me?"
"You get the floor, friend," Katie explained.
Under the table, Paul was laid on his stomach so that his ankles could be fastened to the table legs... with zip-ties!
"That's clever!"
"Oh, grow up, you have an inch of slack!" Katie put his elbows at right angles.
"You sure?"
"Get over it, you coward!" she said as she secured one wrist.
"Coward? I can take it!"
"You whine more then Tina for sure!" she secured the other.
"She's got you!" Gemma said from above.
"Mighty nice, Kate! Which one of us now?"
"I really don't care either way."
"I'll take the easy out then!" Gareth put his hands together behind his back.
"What?"
"Tie me up. I'm game!"
For his part, Gareth got his wrists ziptied behind his back and his ankles zipped together. Katie laid him on the sofa. It all seemed perfect for a second.
"Man, these pinch!"
"Quit struggling so much!"
"What am I supposed to do?" Paul asked.
"Sleep!"
"That's not the entire point."
"Please, for the love of it all, please shut up Paul!" Gemma ordered.
"Yes, Gemma."
"They do pinch a bit!"
"Shut up, all three of you!"
"Somebody is in charge now!" Gemma said tongue-in-cheek.
"Next word from any of you, and I gag all three!"
That shut them all up. Katie quietly inspected the bindings on each person and then shut off the light.
"Good night!"
Bedtime sometimes turns out to be a simple affair. Other times it is complex. Rarely it's chaotic. Tonight was the former as Tina wanted to prove she was a big girl and spend a night staked out alone. She persisted so much that finally Gemma gave in to the pressure.
So Tina's request was fulfilled. She was brought out back and put into a face up St. Andrew's cross. The ropes were tightened just right so that she was helpless. Gareth was naturally the party pooper.
"You comfortable?"
"Yes."
"Nothing in the way?"
"Nothing."
"You sure about this?"
"Ughhh... yes!"
"You don't want anyone else tied up with you?"
"Oh, shut up! I'm big enough to handle myself for a few hours!"
"Well, err..."
"I can take it! Quit being a worry-wort! Just because I'm a girl..."
"It's not that! It's just that you're..."
"Oh, the 'You're too small' stuff now?" Tina rolled her eyes.
"Push off, Gareth," Katie ordered him back to the house.
It was a clear night without a cloud in sight. The moon wasn't full nor high in the sky, though. From this, mostly a glow filled the garden as opposed to a full light. Such was perfect for a night TUG.
Inside the house, in the light, everyone's pyjamas were apparent. After the events of the day. naturally everyone wanted a piece of Gemma. In fact, Gemma wanted a piece of Gemma too!
"Gem, time to put you in time out!" Paul declared.
"How do you plan to do that?"
"The table of course?"
"You can't! For a night?"
"Wrong table!"
Paul meant the dining table. Gemma was tied up in a contorted St. Andrew's cross on that table, which was certainly large enough to keep her comfortable for an entire night. She was a bit larger than the table, but it worked once her legs were pulled off enough for her knees to bend!
"This isn't bad!"
"Especially with a pillow under your head!" Gareth teased, "But I doubt you need one."
"Quit the teasing, Gareth. It's fine."
"I am sure. It looks nice from here."
"Quit studying her, Gareth!"
"Oh, I wasn't!"
"Now, what about me?"
"You get the floor, friend," Katie explained.
Under the table, Paul was laid on his stomach so that his ankles could be fastened to the table legs... with zip-ties!
"That's clever!"
"Oh, grow up, you have an inch of slack!" Katie put his elbows at right angles.
"You sure?"
"Get over it, you coward!" she said as she secured one wrist.
"Coward? I can take it!"
"You whine more then Tina for sure!" she secured the other.
"She's got you!" Gemma said from above.
"Mighty nice, Kate! Which one of us now?"
"I really don't care either way."
"I'll take the easy out then!" Gareth put his hands together behind his back.
"What?"
"Tie me up. I'm game!"
For his part, Gareth got his wrists ziptied behind his back and his ankles zipped together. Katie laid him on the sofa. It all seemed perfect for a second.
"Man, these pinch!"
"Quit struggling so much!"
"What am I supposed to do?" Paul asked.
"Sleep!"
"That's not the entire point."
"Please, for the love of it all, please shut up Paul!" Gemma ordered.
"Yes, Gemma."
"They do pinch a bit!"
"Shut up, all three of you!"
"Somebody is in charge now!" Gemma said tongue-in-cheek.
"Next word from any of you, and I gag all three!"
That shut them all up. Katie quietly inspected the bindings on each person and then shut off the light.
"Good night!"
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Just Hanging Around
Katie woke up on Sunday morning as the first streams of sunlight came through the window. A chill went down her spine when she water dripping from the eaves; it had rained over night. Katie got up and looked out the window; there had been an overnight deluge.
Note to self: check the weather report before a long-term outdoor TUG.
"Will someone get us out?" came a male voice from the living room.
Katie shuffled out to the living room and undid the ropes binding Gemma. She knew they would have to get ready for church, but there was ample time. She looked at Gemma with dread apparent on her face
"Tina will kill me."
"Nah, if she lived, you will be fine. If she didn't, you will have a problem."
"I see her squirming out there."
"What about us?" Gareth asked.
"You whiners can stay there."
Katie went out into the sunny wetness. The sun was getting higher, and the veritable swamp Katie saw necessitated she borrow Gemma's Wellies for retrieving Tina. She trudged over to find her cousin half sunk in mud.
"How was it?"
"When the rain started, I didn't think much and slept through it!"
"Well, that's a good thing to hear!"
"Now I'm suctioned down! Help me out so I can clean up!"
"All right. The ropes will keep you from sinking further."
"It's like being in a full body cast."
"I'm glad you liked it. You handled yourself just as I expected."
"I must avenge this, you know."
"Of course."
In the house, Paul was having fun dragging the kitchen table around, Gemma was tickling Gareth. Katie and Tina smiled at this.
"She didn't drown," Paul feigned surprise.
"Typical boy."
"Tina, before you shower, could you cut these?"
"Let me think about that NO!" Tina went to clean herself.
"How are you, Paul?"
"Pinched but comfortable. Vaseline and long-sleeves are a must!"
"Agreed!" Gareth concurred between laughs as Gemma stopped.
"Sorry, boys," Katie held the scissors menacingly, "IT'S THE END."
"Oh, stop it and just free us!" Gareth scolded.
"All right!" Gemma freed Paul first!
"Thanks, sweet Katie."
"You're welcome," she gave Paul a sweet smile in kind.
"Me?"
"You can wait, crybaby!"
After breakfast, everyone checked themselves and made sure no marks were visible before they we to church. "Onward Christian Soldiers" encouraged Katie every bit as needed as she knew doom awaited her that afternoon. Sure enough, it began as soon as she was out of her church clothes. It was a bright, sunny, clear afternoon; perfect for an execution.
"Everyone, I have an idea for how to torture Kate!" Gemma announced.
"Do tell!" Gareth encouraged.
"More easily done then said."
"Let's do it!" Paul was eager.
The table was flipped upside down, and Katie was laid down on it as that she could be zip tied just like Paul was: straight legs and bent arms. First, for protection, they wrapped a couple layers of insulation tape around her wrists and ankles. Then they came in with a sheet, centering it on her and knotting the corners on the top side of the table, which required team work of one lifting and one tying. For security, they duct taped Katie at chest, waist, and ankle level around the table before flipping her over.
"Whoa!" Katie was surprised by this.
"It worked!" Gemma beamed with pride.
Katie was now securely attached to the bottom of the table. Tina crawled underneath and stared up at her.
"Hi, cousin!"
"Hi, Tina! Gemma's mind was at work last night!"
"It sure was! Enjoy!"
"She can probably keep it up for an hour," Gareth suggested.
"I'll check every 15 just in case."
"Who else?"
"Let's play a game, Paul!"
Paul was pout through another "bucking bronco" game of trying to toss his sister off his back. Laughter filled the air as they tussled and wrestled. After much hollering and verbal jousting, Paul had thrown off Gemma.
"Where's Tina?" Gemma asked Gareth when they were done.
"You have another new coat."
"Gareth!"
Sure enough, in the coat closet was Tina with her wrists chained behind her back. Another chain came down from the hanging rack, through her right armpit, over the hook again, through her left armpit, and back up to the hook. A blue bandana cleave gagged her. The chain was loose enough that she could walk a step or two.
"You and your coats, Gareth!" Paul chastised him.
"Couldn't you have been original?" Gemma remonstrated him.
"I secured her differently!"
"Oh, Gareth!"
"He should be tied up for that!"
"What?"
"I agree!"
"You will have to get me!"
"Come here!" Paul tackled him.
Paul and Gareth wrestled and fought until finally he and Gemma got Gareth into position to rope his wrists behind his back. Gareth was dragged over to the coffee table on his stomach put against the table so that his knees were bent at right angled in the air. His lower legs were against the table; his upper legs against the floor. From his, his ankles and knees were zip tied to the legs of the table.
"I would have preferred the kitchen table, but his legs can't open enough!" Gemma explained.
"Our house, our rules!"
"Our house, we ruled!"
"We sure did!"
Paul and Gemma were indeed in charge in their own home.
Katie woke up on Sunday morning as the first streams of sunlight came through the window. A chill went down her spine when she water dripping from the eaves; it had rained over night. Katie got up and looked out the window; there had been an overnight deluge.
Note to self: check the weather report before a long-term outdoor TUG.
"Will someone get us out?" came a male voice from the living room.
Katie shuffled out to the living room and undid the ropes binding Gemma. She knew they would have to get ready for church, but there was ample time. She looked at Gemma with dread apparent on her face
"Tina will kill me."
"Nah, if she lived, you will be fine. If she didn't, you will have a problem."
"I see her squirming out there."
"What about us?" Gareth asked.
"You whiners can stay there."
Katie went out into the sunny wetness. The sun was getting higher, and the veritable swamp Katie saw necessitated she borrow Gemma's Wellies for retrieving Tina. She trudged over to find her cousin half sunk in mud.
"How was it?"
"When the rain started, I didn't think much and slept through it!"
"Well, that's a good thing to hear!"
"Now I'm suctioned down! Help me out so I can clean up!"
"All right. The ropes will keep you from sinking further."
"It's like being in a full body cast."
"I'm glad you liked it. You handled yourself just as I expected."
"I must avenge this, you know."
"Of course."
In the house, Paul was having fun dragging the kitchen table around, Gemma was tickling Gareth. Katie and Tina smiled at this.
"She didn't drown," Paul feigned surprise.
"Typical boy."
"Tina, before you shower, could you cut these?"
"Let me think about that NO!" Tina went to clean herself.
"How are you, Paul?"
"Pinched but comfortable. Vaseline and long-sleeves are a must!"
"Agreed!" Gareth concurred between laughs as Gemma stopped.
"Sorry, boys," Katie held the scissors menacingly, "IT'S THE END."
"Oh, stop it and just free us!" Gareth scolded.
"All right!" Gemma freed Paul first!
"Thanks, sweet Katie."
"You're welcome," she gave Paul a sweet smile in kind.
"Me?"
"You can wait, crybaby!"
After breakfast, everyone checked themselves and made sure no marks were visible before they we to church. "Onward Christian Soldiers" encouraged Katie every bit as needed as she knew doom awaited her that afternoon. Sure enough, it began as soon as she was out of her church clothes. It was a bright, sunny, clear afternoon; perfect for an execution.
"Everyone, I have an idea for how to torture Kate!" Gemma announced.
"Do tell!" Gareth encouraged.
"More easily done then said."
"Let's do it!" Paul was eager.
The table was flipped upside down, and Katie was laid down on it as that she could be zip tied just like Paul was: straight legs and bent arms. First, for protection, they wrapped a couple layers of insulation tape around her wrists and ankles. Then they came in with a sheet, centering it on her and knotting the corners on the top side of the table, which required team work of one lifting and one tying. For security, they duct taped Katie at chest, waist, and ankle level around the table before flipping her over.
"Whoa!" Katie was surprised by this.
"It worked!" Gemma beamed with pride.
Katie was now securely attached to the bottom of the table. Tina crawled underneath and stared up at her.
"Hi, cousin!"
"Hi, Tina! Gemma's mind was at work last night!"
"It sure was! Enjoy!"
"She can probably keep it up for an hour," Gareth suggested.
"I'll check every 15 just in case."
"Who else?"
"Let's play a game, Paul!"
Paul was pout through another "bucking bronco" game of trying to toss his sister off his back. Laughter filled the air as they tussled and wrestled. After much hollering and verbal jousting, Paul had thrown off Gemma.
"Where's Tina?" Gemma asked Gareth when they were done.
"You have another new coat."
"Gareth!"
Sure enough, in the coat closet was Tina with her wrists chained behind her back. Another chain came down from the hanging rack, through her right armpit, over the hook again, through her left armpit, and back up to the hook. A blue bandana cleave gagged her. The chain was loose enough that she could walk a step or two.
"You and your coats, Gareth!" Paul chastised him.
"Couldn't you have been original?" Gemma remonstrated him.
"I secured her differently!"
"Oh, Gareth!"
"He should be tied up for that!"
"What?"
"I agree!"
"You will have to get me!"
"Come here!" Paul tackled him.
Paul and Gareth wrestled and fought until finally he and Gemma got Gareth into position to rope his wrists behind his back. Gareth was dragged over to the coffee table on his stomach put against the table so that his knees were bent at right angled in the air. His lower legs were against the table; his upper legs against the floor. From his, his ankles and knees were zip tied to the legs of the table.
"I would have preferred the kitchen table, but his legs can't open enough!" Gemma explained.
"Our house, our rules!"
"Our house, we ruled!"
"We sure did!"
Paul and Gemma were indeed in charge in their own home.
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Fantastic.
Alex is definitely the best writer on this forum.
Gemma
Alex is definitely the best writer on this forum.
Gemma
Kidnapped in Their Own Home
Katie was quite impressed by her imprisonment. She didn't want to struggle too much and dump herself on the ground or, more likely, leave herself at the mercy of the zipties. Nevertheless, Gemma's first check came after 17 minutes. The second another 25. The third 33. The fourth 31. Her "1 hour" had turned in almost 2! Katie was, to her surprise, in the same spot as before. The binding had done its job exceptionally well!
On the floor by the coffee table, Gareth more or less was in a match of patience. He could squirm a bit, but why bother when there was fine entertainment on the television? As such, for him the time passed quickly.
Tina in the closet found herself chained like a dog, gagged, and plunged into darkness. Hers was the most adventurous as she had the most opportunity to use her imagination to brighten up the situation. For Tina, dinner came almost too soon.
"Well, Katie, are you OK?"
"I am fine. It's quite thrilling being in the air yet not really suspended at all!"
"It's like you're stuck to the ceiling?"
"Kind of!"
"I'll free Gareth!"
"On it!" Paul said.
"Thanks, mate!" Gareth said as Paul cut his legs free.
"Let's get you out!" Paul undid the wrist rope.
"Let's free Katie!"
Paul and Gareth flipped over the table, and Gemma cut the zip ties. Soon Katie was free and didn't even need to put Vaseline on her body! All were impressed.
"Now we know how to keep a dummy in suspense!" Paul joked.
"Would you stop?" Gemma asked.
"No, Gem."
"Please?"
"OK."
Soon, a pleasant evening gave way to one last bedtime. Tomorrow, they'd go to school together and go home separately. Thus, they wanted one special final night. Naturally, that meant tying up Paul and Gemma.
"Paul can't handle being along all night like I did!" Tina bragged.
"I can if I want!"
"Then do it!"
"I will!"
"Good!"
"Gemma?"
"I know what to do with her," Gareth volunteered.
"Us three can use a break for tonight."
"Fine."
So Paul was marched out into a clear night and led to the stakes where he was bound in the usual St. Andrew's cross. A clear night of stars and a waning moon greeted him. This would be easy if it didn't rain!
"Enjoy, Paul!" Tina said with a devilish grin on her face.
"Good night!"
Indoors, Gemma met a similar but more comfortable fate.
"Gemma, to your own bed!" Gareth instructed.
"See, sir!" said the prisoner as she marched to her captivity.
Gemma was tied in a St. Andrew's cross, but she was tied while lying on her bed. She was fastened to the headboard and footboard, not stakes. For peace, Gareth gagged her with a red bandana.
"Now, I am going to spend the night in my own bed!"
"Wimf!" Gemma castigated him.
"Oh, well!"
"You are a wimp!" Tina joined.
"Really lame!" Katie thirded.
"Oh, whatever!"
Gemma and Paul were captives in their own home! Well, Gemma was, but Paul was only sort of one. Fortunately they were captives of people they loved and trusted.
It was a pleasant, dry night. No rain came at all to Tina's consternation. She was quite determined to make sure Paul met the same fate she did. Around 6:00 she arose and sneaked outside in Paul's Wellington's. She awoke Paul in a rude fashion.
"What!? Oh, it's raining. And the sun is rising. That rain is awfully heavy and small."
"Ha!" Tina cranked up the pressure.
"Blub heyph stopff! Tina!"
"It didn't rain on you, so now it's raining."
"Brat!"
"There, you're nice and soaked. I'll be back in a bit!"
Tina left Paul in a muddy puddle. He sank about 4 inches into the soil but no more. She was determined to make sure that Paul suffered the same fate he had! Worse, she soon came back out in the Wellies and stood on Paul's stomach.
"Karate training," she said tongue-in-cheek.
"Obvious. Outdoor edition."
"Definitely!"
"I sank in this."
"Good."
"Good?"
"I did too."
"You're quite the imp!"
"I try my best to be loving and kind for Katie's sake."
"I hear sarcasm?"
"That's enough," she got down and started untying Paul.
"I am quite dirty!"
"You lived as I did. But of course you didn't handle the rain as well as I did."
"You weren't awaked by a garden hose in your face!"
Paul went indoors to find Katie releasing Gemma. Paul took a shower, and from there it was a normal Monday morning as the friends readied themselves for another week of school. The weekend may have been over, and their parents may bave been returning that afternoon, but the memories would live on. And the TUGs would keep piling on.
Katie was quite impressed by her imprisonment. She didn't want to struggle too much and dump herself on the ground or, more likely, leave herself at the mercy of the zipties. Nevertheless, Gemma's first check came after 17 minutes. The second another 25. The third 33. The fourth 31. Her "1 hour" had turned in almost 2! Katie was, to her surprise, in the same spot as before. The binding had done its job exceptionally well!
On the floor by the coffee table, Gareth more or less was in a match of patience. He could squirm a bit, but why bother when there was fine entertainment on the television? As such, for him the time passed quickly.
Tina in the closet found herself chained like a dog, gagged, and plunged into darkness. Hers was the most adventurous as she had the most opportunity to use her imagination to brighten up the situation. For Tina, dinner came almost too soon.
"Well, Katie, are you OK?"
"I am fine. It's quite thrilling being in the air yet not really suspended at all!"
"It's like you're stuck to the ceiling?"
"Kind of!"
"I'll free Gareth!"
"On it!" Paul said.
"Thanks, mate!" Gareth said as Paul cut his legs free.
"Let's get you out!" Paul undid the wrist rope.
"Let's free Katie!"
Paul and Gareth flipped over the table, and Gemma cut the zip ties. Soon Katie was free and didn't even need to put Vaseline on her body! All were impressed.
"Now we know how to keep a dummy in suspense!" Paul joked.
"Would you stop?" Gemma asked.
"No, Gem."
"Please?"
"OK."
Soon, a pleasant evening gave way to one last bedtime. Tomorrow, they'd go to school together and go home separately. Thus, they wanted one special final night. Naturally, that meant tying up Paul and Gemma.
"Paul can't handle being along all night like I did!" Tina bragged.
"I can if I want!"
"Then do it!"
"I will!"
"Good!"
"Gemma?"
"I know what to do with her," Gareth volunteered.
"Us three can use a break for tonight."
"Fine."
So Paul was marched out into a clear night and led to the stakes where he was bound in the usual St. Andrew's cross. A clear night of stars and a waning moon greeted him. This would be easy if it didn't rain!
"Enjoy, Paul!" Tina said with a devilish grin on her face.
"Good night!"
Indoors, Gemma met a similar but more comfortable fate.
"Gemma, to your own bed!" Gareth instructed.
"See, sir!" said the prisoner as she marched to her captivity.
Gemma was tied in a St. Andrew's cross, but she was tied while lying on her bed. She was fastened to the headboard and footboard, not stakes. For peace, Gareth gagged her with a red bandana.
"Now, I am going to spend the night in my own bed!"
"Wimf!" Gemma castigated him.
"Oh, well!"
"You are a wimp!" Tina joined.
"Really lame!" Katie thirded.
"Oh, whatever!"
Gemma and Paul were captives in their own home! Well, Gemma was, but Paul was only sort of one. Fortunately they were captives of people they loved and trusted.
It was a pleasant, dry night. No rain came at all to Tina's consternation. She was quite determined to make sure Paul met the same fate she did. Around 6:00 she arose and sneaked outside in Paul's Wellington's. She awoke Paul in a rude fashion.
"What!? Oh, it's raining. And the sun is rising. That rain is awfully heavy and small."
"Ha!" Tina cranked up the pressure.
"Blub heyph stopff! Tina!"
"It didn't rain on you, so now it's raining."
"Brat!"
"There, you're nice and soaked. I'll be back in a bit!"
Tina left Paul in a muddy puddle. He sank about 4 inches into the soil but no more. She was determined to make sure that Paul suffered the same fate he had! Worse, she soon came back out in the Wellies and stood on Paul's stomach.
"Karate training," she said tongue-in-cheek.
"Obvious. Outdoor edition."
"Definitely!"
"I sank in this."
"Good."
"Good?"
"I did too."
"You're quite the imp!"
"I try my best to be loving and kind for Katie's sake."
"I hear sarcasm?"
"That's enough," she got down and started untying Paul.
"I am quite dirty!"
"You lived as I did. But of course you didn't handle the rain as well as I did."
"You weren't awaked by a garden hose in your face!"
Paul went indoors to find Katie releasing Gemma. Paul took a shower, and from there it was a normal Monday morning as the friends readied themselves for another week of school. The weekend may have been over, and their parents may bave been returning that afternoon, but the memories would live on. And the TUGs would keep piling on.
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Great Halloween tale! I wonder what these guys will get up to at Christmas!
Took a while until I found the time to finish reading your story. It's great as always. I really love their playful relationship with all those little pranks.
Fantastic stories and a pleasure to read. Alex is a superbly gifted writer.