My afternoon with Emma and Shannon - FINAL UPDATE Parts I, II, and III (fm/f, f/m, ff/m)
Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2020 2:57 am
Here is another story involving my awesome cousin Emma when we were in our early teens. I previously wrote a few months ago about a night when she tied me up to see if I could escape (I couldn’t) and wound up tickle-torturing me as a penalty for not being able to. This story happens that same summer as the last one, maybe 2 weeks later.
Emma was a great friend as well as my first cousin and we lived in the same town. She was 14 at the time and lived with her parents and her younger sister Jenny (11) and I was 13 and lived with my parents and younger sister Molly (11) not far away in a different part of town. We were all very close and shared a lot of friends from school too.
Emma was thin and tallish and very pretty, with red hair past her shoulders and big green eyes. She was an all-star gymnast and very strong and athletic; I was a baseball player and in good shape, but whenever we would play-fight she would always win because she was stronger than she looked and very agile. Also, she was a tickling freak and loved to tickle me, her sister, my sister, her friends or anyone else she got the chance too.
Emma was also into magic and the art of escape – she learned rope tricks from magicians’ books and she was really into escapology and liked the idea of tying people up and having power over them. She could escape almost any way of being tied up, and she was also able to tie you up in a way you couldn’t escape. I don’t think it was that she was kinky or anything, I just think she had this skill and liked to use it in a way to best her friends, the way kids often do.
While the last story was just Emma tying me up – first at a nearby gymnastics gym one night when we were alone, and then later that night in a tent campsite we had set up all summer long in the woods behind her house – this one involved her friend (my friend too) named Shannon. Shannon was also 14 and lived a few houses from Emma. She was pretty as well and taller than both of us. She had long blonde hair and blue eyes and was a cheerleader. Emma had tied her up before too, but never around me to this point.
We were sitting in Emma’s bedroom on an overcast summer day and the three of us were alone. Our parents had gone to a gymnastics meet with our sisters (it was a tournament for pre-teens) and were about 90 minutes away and wouldn’t be home until the next day. We had planned at all sleeping over Shannon’s house and our parents and Shannon’s were all OK with it; even though we were just 13-14 we were pretty trustworthy.
It was about 11 am and we were in Emma’s room, talking and looking through yearbooks and photo albums and stuff like that. We weren’t sure what we were doing that day. We all wore sweatpants over shorts – if the day got better we would go swimming in Emma’s pool, but right now it was overcast and didn’t look good so we had sweatpants on. I had a baseball-sleeved shirt that was white with blue three-quarter sleeves and sneakers and white socks. Emma had black sweat pants with purple socks tucked over the bottom of them and a matching purple tennis shirt; her shoes were off. Shannon wore a pink tennis shirt over grey sweats and was barefoot.
I was sitting on the floor with Emma looking at a photo album and Shannon was on the bed, face down, going through another album with her bare feet hanging off the side of the bed.
Emma looked at me, looked at Shannon’s feet and raised her eyebrows with a smile. And then she reached up and started to quickly tickle Shannon’s feet up and down with one hand.
Shannon yelped and pulled her feet away, laughing, but Emma giggled and grabbed both of Shannon’s ankles and pulled them back down towards her, tickling the bottom of her feet again as she did.
“No! No! I told you don’t tickle me – I can’t take it!” Shannon screamed and laughed as she tried to escape Emma’s clutches. But Emma had a mean grin on her face and bit her lip and get up with the foot tickling, while Shannon struggled to free her feet.
“You should know better, Shannon. My cousin is a tickle freak,” I said, laughing.
“Guilty as charged!” Emma sang and laughed some more, now dragging Shannon down to the floor and keeping the tickling going.
“Eeeeee!” Shannon shrieked and finally got away, running across the room. “Don’t do that!”
“Shannon is so ticklish, I love it!” Emma giggled, sitting back down cross legged on the floor and leaning against the bed. “I can’t help it if you’re an easy target for tickle torture!”
We all laughed and Shannon quickly scrambled and grabbed her old running shoes and put them on her feet across the room.
“Well since I can’t trust you, I guess I have to put my shoes on!” Shannon said with a big smile. “Bobby, we should tickle her!”
“Leave me out of this!” I said, thumbing through an album on the floor and not looking up. “I suffered enough a couple weeks ago when she tied me up and I couldn’t get free. I don’t need to antagonize my cousin these days!”
Emma giggled and nodded, “I told Shannon about that!”
“Yeah!” Shannon said, now sitting down with her legs crossed on the floor with us, with her shoes on. “Sounds like you’re not quite the escape artist you think you are!”
“Look who’s talking!” I replied to Shannon. “Emma told me that night she tied you up and tickled you too! And you couldn’t get free either. So I would say I am better at it than you are!”
“Yeah, Jules (their friend Julia) challenged her she couldn’t get loose. We hogtied her and when she gave up we tickled her until she was nearly crying!” Emma laughed.
Now we all laughed.
“We should tie HER up!” Shannon said to me, motioning to Emma. “So she knows how it feels!”
“But she can escape from anything!” I said. “It wouldn’t do us any good. She’s mastered these magician tricks by now.”
“You guys can try,” Emma said. “But if I get loose I get to choose which of you I want to tie up. And I get to do by best, hardest knots to escape from!”
Shannon and I looked at each other and considered this.
“How long do you get to escape?” I asked Emma.
“15 minutes. If I’m not out you guys win,” Emma said and then smiled and exhaled heavily, “and you get to tickle ME.”
This delighted me and Shannon to hear so we agreed.
“OK. Where are we doing it?” Emma asked. “Here or in the tents? Because if I win I’m tying one of you up in the tents. It’s more fun out there and more challenging to escape.”
So we agreed to do it in the tents. Emma put on a pair of running shoes and we walked out of the house.
“Um…shouldn’t one of you get ropes or something to tie me up with?” Emma asked sarcastically. Shannon and I both kind of looked at each other like,
“Oh yeah!”
“I’ll get them- I have to use the bathroom first anyway,” Shannon said. “Where are they?”
“There are some in the basement – ropes and other things. Do me a favor and put them in a bag first, OK? So the neighbors don’t see you carrying this stuff outside?’ Emma said with the grin. “Bobby and I will see you in the big tent.”
Shannon agreed and ran to the basement while Emma and I walked into the woods behind her house to the clearing where the camping tents were set up. As I said before this was a nice little area where the ground was clear and where Emma and Jenny had set up three different tents, one big and two small, and we spent a lot of the summer out there.
It was getting more overcast out and starting to look like rain, and the grass was a little wet from the rain the night before. But we walked out to the tents anyway.
“I swear she is such a flake sometimes,” Emma laughed as we walked out there. “’Here, I’m gonna tie you up. Oh wait! You mean I need ropes first????’” Emma laughed as she gently made fun of Shannon.
“Oh well – I still don’t think we can win this. I’m more focused on which of us you’re gonna tie up when you escape,” I said as we reached the tent.
“Hee hee heee…you’ll find out, cousin, if I get free. Could be either of you!” Emma said, using her feet to kick her shoes off before entering the tent, which had a tarp for a floor. “Shoes off, Bobby. Take your shoes off so you don’t track dirt.”
Inside the tent were some rolled up sleeping bags and a couple of towels, as well as a couple decks of cards and magazines.
I did. I was wearing white tube socks and went inside, while Emma padded in in her purple knee socks tucked over her black sweats. We carried our shoes inside with us and sat down and a few seconds later Shannon came in with a paper bag.
“OK let’s do this!” Shannon said, coming into the tent.
“Shoes! Leave the dirt outside – no shoes in here!” Emma said and Shannon obeyed, kicking her sneakers off and leaving them just inside the door. Shannon then sat down and pulled out of the bag what she brought.
One piece of rope! About four feet long. ONE!
“Are you kidding me?” I asked as Emma just started to laugh.
“What?” Shannon asked. Clueless.
“One piece of rope? To thoroughly tie her up??? How do we tie her hands, feet and body with this?” I asked. Emma just laughed and laughed. And as she did we heard the skies open up and the rain began to pour!!!
“Oh…hmmm…you’re right!” Shannon said with a smile. “Sorry about that!”
I laughed and sighed. “No problem, no problem. Just go back and get more.”
“Out there???” Shannon yelled, as the rain pelted the tent. (The tent was plenty waterproof and we were dry). “No way!”
Emma stopped laughing and spoke up. “It’s OK, it’s OK. For now anyway. One of you take the laces out of your shoes and use those to tie my feet.
This rope that Shannon brought can tie my hands.”
“But,” Emma continued, “if I escape and get to tie one of you up, the other one of you is running back to the house to get more rope and supplies, OK?”
Shannon and I agreed. We took the laces out of my sneakers and tied them together while doubling them up– it made like an 4-foot rope that was two-laces wide, which would work.
“OK guys, do your best!” Emma said, uncrossing her legs to stretch her feet in front of her, and putting her hands behind her back. “Tie me up!”
I went to work tying Emma’s hands behind her back while Shannon tied her feet at the ankles. I tried to remember what Emma taught me about interior knots and looping and cinching and all that, and when I finished about 2-minutes later I thought it was pretty tight.
“No fair trying to escape until Shannon is done and we say go,” I said.
“Of course not,” Emma said with a smile. “I’ll just sit her like a good little damsel in distress.”
I laughed. “How you doing, Shannon?”
“Should be almost done,” Shannon said, kneeling at Emma’s feet to tie them. I slid over to inspect and it looked pretty good.
“Do you want your socks on or off?” Shannon asked, looking at Emma’s pueple socks.
“On please,” Emma said. “Need my feet to stay warm!”
“OK, we’re done,” Shannon said and she and I slid back across the tent to give Emma room.
“You have 15 minutes starting…One..two…three…GO!” I said.
Emma began to thrash around and giggled while Shannon and I looked on and laughed.
“I can’t help myself – I may not get this chance again!” Shannon said and started crawling over to Emma’s bound body, wiggling her fingers.
“NO! No way! Not yet! We had a deal!” Emma said as she thrashed harder.
“Maybe you and Bobby did, but not you and me!” Shannon said, now crouching alongside her with her wiggling fingers. “Plus, this is revenge for tying me up and tickling me a few weeks ago!”
Shannon began to tickle Emma’s ribs and armpits while she tried to escape the ropes. Emma is wildly ticklish, just like me and Shannon, and she screamed and laughed.
“AYYYY!!! STOP!!! STOP!!!!! BOBBY MAKE HER STOP!!!!” Emma screamed, tried to roll away while Shannon’s torturing fingers followed her.
“Enh, not my fight cuz. Plus, she kinda has a point,” I laughed. “Get loose and you won’t have to worry about it anymore.”
“She is so ticklish, Bobby!” Shannon giggled as she kept rapidly tickling Emma’s ribs and belly. “Whassa matter Emmy? Afraid to be tickle-tortured???”
“STOP! STOP! STOP! NOOOOO!” Emma screamed more as she thrashed and squirmed. “PLEASE!!!!!”
About a minute had passed since Shannon started tickling her, and about three since she started her escape. 12 more to go!
Shannon relented. “OK. I’ll give you a break, poor baby. Five minutes but then I tickle you all over again!”
Emma was red-faced and laughing hard when she sat up and began to seriously work the ropes that bound her hands behind her back. And all of a sudden, about two minutes later, her hands were free!
“HAH! Got it!” Emma yelled and quickly reached down to her feet and began to untie the knots while wiggling her sock-covered feet to get them loose. And about a minute later she was totally loose!
“Dammit!” Shannon said. “I tied her feet tight too!”
“Not exactly, Shannon,” I said. “That did not go the way we planned it, Emma.”
Emma stood up and held the ropes in her hand and danced around the tent, taunting us while did.
“Freedom! Freedom!” she sang as she laughed and danced. Shannon and I just shook our heads and smiled.
“OK, so who do I get to tie up?” Emma asked, standing over us as we sat and kinda of playfully moving her finger back and forth, like she was doing “eeny meeny” in her head.
Finally she crouched down in front of us and put a really mean smile on her face. Sinister really.
“Both of you deserve to be tied up!” Emma said. “You for tickling me when I was helpless, and YOU for refusing to help me!”
We both sat there, a little scared now.
“Here’s what’s gonna happen,” Emma said. “I am going to tie…YOU up, Bobby!” And she dramatically pointed at me.
“Oh God…” I said.
“And YOU, Shannon, will go get the supplies I need! In the rain!” Emma said. “Now get your shoes on and listen up! There is more rope in the basement on the workbench, and there is duct tape there too. Also try and grab a belt and some socks from my room. And there are a couple of bandanas on my dresser, get them too. Got it?”
Shannon nodded as she put her sneakers on and she ran outside in the pouring rain, yelling as she did.
Emma and I laughed.
“I wonder if she’s bright enough to grab an umbrella for the walk back?” Emma said with a laugh and we both cracked up. Shannon was actually quite smart. Just a little scattered sometimes.
“OK, time to tie you up,” Emma said, grabbing the one “good” rope Shannon brought and kneeling down in front of me. “Put your hands behind your back.”
“I thought we were waiting for Shannon to get back?” I asked.
“I can still tie your hands behind your back as a start. C’mon, let’s go,” Emma said, crawling behind me.
I did and put my hands behind my back. Emma grabbed them and pulled them together and began to tie them REALLY tight. I could feel her cinching knots and making new ones, and I knew this would be hard to escape from.
“Duct tape, really?” I asked as Emma kept tying my hands. “You really have to gag me?”
“Sure do!” Emma said, still tying my hands. “You are going to be completely bound and gagged. I may even blindfold you if Emma remembers the socks or bandanas. There, that should do it! Hold still and don’t try and escape until I can finish tying your feet and stuff.”
“Fair enough,” I said, and Emma crawled back around to in front of me. She grinned at me and raised her eyebrows in a way that I knew I was about to be tickled.
“Emma…no….please,” I said.
Emma giggled and wiggled her fingers. “Just for a minute – to make sure you can’t escape!” And she tickled my ribs with both hands as I started laughing and yelling and flopped to my right side.
“No! No please!” I laughed and yelled, but Emma kept lightly tickling my exposed ribs on the left side.
“You are so ticklish, it’s crazy!” Emma said, stopping after about 30 seconds and laughing. “OK, that’s enough for now.”
“For now?” I asked, regaining my composure. “You mean…”
“We’ll see,” Emma said, winking. “We’ll see where the day brings us!”
“Oh God,” I moaned and sat back up with my hands tied. Just then we heard Shannon running through the rain. She emerged through the door of the tent and what do you know? She had an umbrella! As we as a bag presumably filled with ropes and stuff.
“It is awful out here! And I just stepped in a big mud puddle!” Shannon said, leaving the umbrella leaning against the outside of the tent, kicking her shoes off and then walking inside the tent barefoot. She placed her muddy shoes in the corner and gave the bag to Emma, then looking at me. “You tied him up already?”
“I got started – just his hands. Nice job, Shann! Bobby, look what we’ve got!” Emma said, and she pulled out probably four more decent-sized lengths of rope, two bandanas, duct tape and a belt. “We could keep you tied up for weeks with all this!”
I groaned and Shannon rubbed her bare feet. “My feet are freezing! Can I borrow a towel?” she asked Emma.
“Sure help yourself,” Emma said, kneeling at my feet and starting to tie them with rope at the ankles, very tight as usual. “Wait, I told you to bring socks from the house. You could wear those. You didn’t?”
“Dammit, I forgot!” Shannon said. “Maybe I’ll get inside one of your sleeping bags.”
Emma finished tying my ankles with one of the ropes and then started on another rope.
“Not all wet you won’t, no!” Emma said, but then she pointed to my feet. “Here, take Bobby’s socks off and put them on. He doesn’t need them.”
“Wait, no!” I yelled.
“Are they clean?” Shannon asked, then looking down at them. “Are they Bobby?”
“Yes, right out of the wash, but no! No one is taking off my socks!” I demanded as Emma finished tying my feet with a second rope. It was tight and seemed inescapable.
“Shhh,” Emma said, quickly crouching behind me and putting her hand over my mouth. “Shannon, hand me the duct tape. I need to gag him.”
I struggled as Shannon got the roll of silver duct tape, but Emma held me with one hand and gagged me with the other.
“Do you want us to tickle you? Because if you don’t stop squirming we’re going to tickle torture the hell out of you!” Emma threatened, and Shannon wiggled her fingers with her free hand. “You’re socks are coming off and Shannon is going to put them on her feet to keep warm. Or we give you some crazy tickle torture! You have no choice here, got it?”
“OK,” I said into Emma’s hand, muffled.
“Good,” Emma said, taking her hand off my mouth. She took the tape from Shannon, tore a piece off and gagged me with it. Then she put another piece over my mouth to further gag me.
“Try and talk,” Emma ordered.
“MMMMMM,” I said, unable to do anything else.
“That’s good for now. Shannon, take his socks off. They’re all yours,” Emma said, now grabbing the belt to tie my arms to my body.
“Looks like these are my socks now, Bobby,” Shannon taunted, taking them off my feet, giggling in a mean way. “Hope your feet don’t get too cold!”
My socks came off and Shannon put them on her bare feet, while Emma fastened the belt around my chest and then took another piece of rope, rolled me over, and tied my hands and feet together. There was enough slack for me to move my legs at the knees, so I wasn’t really hogtied, but it was clear I wasn’t going anywhere.
Emma then sat me back up and looked at me.
“You are now our prisoner, Bobby! You’ve been kidnapped,” Emma announced and she and Shannon high-fived. “Should we blindfold him, Shannon?”
“NO!” I grunted, trying to be heard but unable to speak.
“Mmm…not yet. Let’s give him a chance to escape,” Shannon said. “Go ahead, Bobby. Try and get loose.”
“No way is that happening,” Emma giggled while I started to writhe around and struggle. “Shannon, let’s play cards while Bobby tried to get untied. Gin rummy?”
“Yes!” Shannon said with a smile, excited. “Good luck Bobby – you’re going to need it!”
Emma started to deal the cards while I was grunted and struggled – this was so tight and well-tied there was no way I was getting loose.
“You have 15 minutes, cuz,” Emma said as she and Shannon started playing. “If you can’t get loose by then, Shannon and I are going to start torturing you!”
“Tickle torture, Bobby! If you don’t get out you’re dead!” Shannon added.
I grunted and tried to yell under my gag as I kept squirming and struggling with no chance, but they ignored me. I struggled and struggled for several minutes against the ropes, but it was clear I wasn’t going anywhere.
Emma looked over at one point, then looked at her watch and laughed.
“Eight minutes, Bobbsy!” Emma taunted. “That’s how long you have until we start tickling you!”
She and Shannon laughed and kept playing cards as I struggled helplessly, knowing I had no way of escaping and knowing their brutal tickle torture soon would start.
Emma was a great friend as well as my first cousin and we lived in the same town. She was 14 at the time and lived with her parents and her younger sister Jenny (11) and I was 13 and lived with my parents and younger sister Molly (11) not far away in a different part of town. We were all very close and shared a lot of friends from school too.
Emma was thin and tallish and very pretty, with red hair past her shoulders and big green eyes. She was an all-star gymnast and very strong and athletic; I was a baseball player and in good shape, but whenever we would play-fight she would always win because she was stronger than she looked and very agile. Also, she was a tickling freak and loved to tickle me, her sister, my sister, her friends or anyone else she got the chance too.
Emma was also into magic and the art of escape – she learned rope tricks from magicians’ books and she was really into escapology and liked the idea of tying people up and having power over them. She could escape almost any way of being tied up, and she was also able to tie you up in a way you couldn’t escape. I don’t think it was that she was kinky or anything, I just think she had this skill and liked to use it in a way to best her friends, the way kids often do.
While the last story was just Emma tying me up – first at a nearby gymnastics gym one night when we were alone, and then later that night in a tent campsite we had set up all summer long in the woods behind her house – this one involved her friend (my friend too) named Shannon. Shannon was also 14 and lived a few houses from Emma. She was pretty as well and taller than both of us. She had long blonde hair and blue eyes and was a cheerleader. Emma had tied her up before too, but never around me to this point.
We were sitting in Emma’s bedroom on an overcast summer day and the three of us were alone. Our parents had gone to a gymnastics meet with our sisters (it was a tournament for pre-teens) and were about 90 minutes away and wouldn’t be home until the next day. We had planned at all sleeping over Shannon’s house and our parents and Shannon’s were all OK with it; even though we were just 13-14 we were pretty trustworthy.
It was about 11 am and we were in Emma’s room, talking and looking through yearbooks and photo albums and stuff like that. We weren’t sure what we were doing that day. We all wore sweatpants over shorts – if the day got better we would go swimming in Emma’s pool, but right now it was overcast and didn’t look good so we had sweatpants on. I had a baseball-sleeved shirt that was white with blue three-quarter sleeves and sneakers and white socks. Emma had black sweat pants with purple socks tucked over the bottom of them and a matching purple tennis shirt; her shoes were off. Shannon wore a pink tennis shirt over grey sweats and was barefoot.
I was sitting on the floor with Emma looking at a photo album and Shannon was on the bed, face down, going through another album with her bare feet hanging off the side of the bed.
Emma looked at me, looked at Shannon’s feet and raised her eyebrows with a smile. And then she reached up and started to quickly tickle Shannon’s feet up and down with one hand.
Shannon yelped and pulled her feet away, laughing, but Emma giggled and grabbed both of Shannon’s ankles and pulled them back down towards her, tickling the bottom of her feet again as she did.
“No! No! I told you don’t tickle me – I can’t take it!” Shannon screamed and laughed as she tried to escape Emma’s clutches. But Emma had a mean grin on her face and bit her lip and get up with the foot tickling, while Shannon struggled to free her feet.
“You should know better, Shannon. My cousin is a tickle freak,” I said, laughing.
“Guilty as charged!” Emma sang and laughed some more, now dragging Shannon down to the floor and keeping the tickling going.
“Eeeeee!” Shannon shrieked and finally got away, running across the room. “Don’t do that!”
“Shannon is so ticklish, I love it!” Emma giggled, sitting back down cross legged on the floor and leaning against the bed. “I can’t help it if you’re an easy target for tickle torture!”
We all laughed and Shannon quickly scrambled and grabbed her old running shoes and put them on her feet across the room.
“Well since I can’t trust you, I guess I have to put my shoes on!” Shannon said with a big smile. “Bobby, we should tickle her!”
“Leave me out of this!” I said, thumbing through an album on the floor and not looking up. “I suffered enough a couple weeks ago when she tied me up and I couldn’t get free. I don’t need to antagonize my cousin these days!”
Emma giggled and nodded, “I told Shannon about that!”
“Yeah!” Shannon said, now sitting down with her legs crossed on the floor with us, with her shoes on. “Sounds like you’re not quite the escape artist you think you are!”
“Look who’s talking!” I replied to Shannon. “Emma told me that night she tied you up and tickled you too! And you couldn’t get free either. So I would say I am better at it than you are!”
“Yeah, Jules (their friend Julia) challenged her she couldn’t get loose. We hogtied her and when she gave up we tickled her until she was nearly crying!” Emma laughed.
Now we all laughed.
“We should tie HER up!” Shannon said to me, motioning to Emma. “So she knows how it feels!”
“But she can escape from anything!” I said. “It wouldn’t do us any good. She’s mastered these magician tricks by now.”
“You guys can try,” Emma said. “But if I get loose I get to choose which of you I want to tie up. And I get to do by best, hardest knots to escape from!”
Shannon and I looked at each other and considered this.
“How long do you get to escape?” I asked Emma.
“15 minutes. If I’m not out you guys win,” Emma said and then smiled and exhaled heavily, “and you get to tickle ME.”
This delighted me and Shannon to hear so we agreed.
“OK. Where are we doing it?” Emma asked. “Here or in the tents? Because if I win I’m tying one of you up in the tents. It’s more fun out there and more challenging to escape.”
So we agreed to do it in the tents. Emma put on a pair of running shoes and we walked out of the house.
“Um…shouldn’t one of you get ropes or something to tie me up with?” Emma asked sarcastically. Shannon and I both kind of looked at each other like,
“Oh yeah!”
“I’ll get them- I have to use the bathroom first anyway,” Shannon said. “Where are they?”
“There are some in the basement – ropes and other things. Do me a favor and put them in a bag first, OK? So the neighbors don’t see you carrying this stuff outside?’ Emma said with the grin. “Bobby and I will see you in the big tent.”
Shannon agreed and ran to the basement while Emma and I walked into the woods behind her house to the clearing where the camping tents were set up. As I said before this was a nice little area where the ground was clear and where Emma and Jenny had set up three different tents, one big and two small, and we spent a lot of the summer out there.
It was getting more overcast out and starting to look like rain, and the grass was a little wet from the rain the night before. But we walked out to the tents anyway.
“I swear she is such a flake sometimes,” Emma laughed as we walked out there. “’Here, I’m gonna tie you up. Oh wait! You mean I need ropes first????’” Emma laughed as she gently made fun of Shannon.
“Oh well – I still don’t think we can win this. I’m more focused on which of us you’re gonna tie up when you escape,” I said as we reached the tent.
“Hee hee heee…you’ll find out, cousin, if I get free. Could be either of you!” Emma said, using her feet to kick her shoes off before entering the tent, which had a tarp for a floor. “Shoes off, Bobby. Take your shoes off so you don’t track dirt.”
Inside the tent were some rolled up sleeping bags and a couple of towels, as well as a couple decks of cards and magazines.
I did. I was wearing white tube socks and went inside, while Emma padded in in her purple knee socks tucked over her black sweats. We carried our shoes inside with us and sat down and a few seconds later Shannon came in with a paper bag.
“OK let’s do this!” Shannon said, coming into the tent.
“Shoes! Leave the dirt outside – no shoes in here!” Emma said and Shannon obeyed, kicking her sneakers off and leaving them just inside the door. Shannon then sat down and pulled out of the bag what she brought.
One piece of rope! About four feet long. ONE!
“Are you kidding me?” I asked as Emma just started to laugh.
“What?” Shannon asked. Clueless.
“One piece of rope? To thoroughly tie her up??? How do we tie her hands, feet and body with this?” I asked. Emma just laughed and laughed. And as she did we heard the skies open up and the rain began to pour!!!
“Oh…hmmm…you’re right!” Shannon said with a smile. “Sorry about that!”
I laughed and sighed. “No problem, no problem. Just go back and get more.”
“Out there???” Shannon yelled, as the rain pelted the tent. (The tent was plenty waterproof and we were dry). “No way!”
Emma stopped laughing and spoke up. “It’s OK, it’s OK. For now anyway. One of you take the laces out of your shoes and use those to tie my feet.
This rope that Shannon brought can tie my hands.”
“But,” Emma continued, “if I escape and get to tie one of you up, the other one of you is running back to the house to get more rope and supplies, OK?”
Shannon and I agreed. We took the laces out of my sneakers and tied them together while doubling them up– it made like an 4-foot rope that was two-laces wide, which would work.
“OK guys, do your best!” Emma said, uncrossing her legs to stretch her feet in front of her, and putting her hands behind her back. “Tie me up!”
I went to work tying Emma’s hands behind her back while Shannon tied her feet at the ankles. I tried to remember what Emma taught me about interior knots and looping and cinching and all that, and when I finished about 2-minutes later I thought it was pretty tight.
“No fair trying to escape until Shannon is done and we say go,” I said.
“Of course not,” Emma said with a smile. “I’ll just sit her like a good little damsel in distress.”
I laughed. “How you doing, Shannon?”
“Should be almost done,” Shannon said, kneeling at Emma’s feet to tie them. I slid over to inspect and it looked pretty good.
“Do you want your socks on or off?” Shannon asked, looking at Emma’s pueple socks.
“On please,” Emma said. “Need my feet to stay warm!”
“OK, we’re done,” Shannon said and she and I slid back across the tent to give Emma room.
“You have 15 minutes starting…One..two…three…GO!” I said.
Emma began to thrash around and giggled while Shannon and I looked on and laughed.
“I can’t help myself – I may not get this chance again!” Shannon said and started crawling over to Emma’s bound body, wiggling her fingers.
“NO! No way! Not yet! We had a deal!” Emma said as she thrashed harder.
“Maybe you and Bobby did, but not you and me!” Shannon said, now crouching alongside her with her wiggling fingers. “Plus, this is revenge for tying me up and tickling me a few weeks ago!”
Shannon began to tickle Emma’s ribs and armpits while she tried to escape the ropes. Emma is wildly ticklish, just like me and Shannon, and she screamed and laughed.
“AYYYY!!! STOP!!! STOP!!!!! BOBBY MAKE HER STOP!!!!” Emma screamed, tried to roll away while Shannon’s torturing fingers followed her.
“Enh, not my fight cuz. Plus, she kinda has a point,” I laughed. “Get loose and you won’t have to worry about it anymore.”
“She is so ticklish, Bobby!” Shannon giggled as she kept rapidly tickling Emma’s ribs and belly. “Whassa matter Emmy? Afraid to be tickle-tortured???”
“STOP! STOP! STOP! NOOOOO!” Emma screamed more as she thrashed and squirmed. “PLEASE!!!!!”
About a minute had passed since Shannon started tickling her, and about three since she started her escape. 12 more to go!
Shannon relented. “OK. I’ll give you a break, poor baby. Five minutes but then I tickle you all over again!”
Emma was red-faced and laughing hard when she sat up and began to seriously work the ropes that bound her hands behind her back. And all of a sudden, about two minutes later, her hands were free!
“HAH! Got it!” Emma yelled and quickly reached down to her feet and began to untie the knots while wiggling her sock-covered feet to get them loose. And about a minute later she was totally loose!
“Dammit!” Shannon said. “I tied her feet tight too!”
“Not exactly, Shannon,” I said. “That did not go the way we planned it, Emma.”
Emma stood up and held the ropes in her hand and danced around the tent, taunting us while did.
“Freedom! Freedom!” she sang as she laughed and danced. Shannon and I just shook our heads and smiled.
“OK, so who do I get to tie up?” Emma asked, standing over us as we sat and kinda of playfully moving her finger back and forth, like she was doing “eeny meeny” in her head.
Finally she crouched down in front of us and put a really mean smile on her face. Sinister really.
“Both of you deserve to be tied up!” Emma said. “You for tickling me when I was helpless, and YOU for refusing to help me!”
We both sat there, a little scared now.
“Here’s what’s gonna happen,” Emma said. “I am going to tie…YOU up, Bobby!” And she dramatically pointed at me.
“Oh God…” I said.
“And YOU, Shannon, will go get the supplies I need! In the rain!” Emma said. “Now get your shoes on and listen up! There is more rope in the basement on the workbench, and there is duct tape there too. Also try and grab a belt and some socks from my room. And there are a couple of bandanas on my dresser, get them too. Got it?”
Shannon nodded as she put her sneakers on and she ran outside in the pouring rain, yelling as she did.
Emma and I laughed.
“I wonder if she’s bright enough to grab an umbrella for the walk back?” Emma said with a laugh and we both cracked up. Shannon was actually quite smart. Just a little scattered sometimes.
“OK, time to tie you up,” Emma said, grabbing the one “good” rope Shannon brought and kneeling down in front of me. “Put your hands behind your back.”
“I thought we were waiting for Shannon to get back?” I asked.
“I can still tie your hands behind your back as a start. C’mon, let’s go,” Emma said, crawling behind me.
I did and put my hands behind my back. Emma grabbed them and pulled them together and began to tie them REALLY tight. I could feel her cinching knots and making new ones, and I knew this would be hard to escape from.
“Duct tape, really?” I asked as Emma kept tying my hands. “You really have to gag me?”
“Sure do!” Emma said, still tying my hands. “You are going to be completely bound and gagged. I may even blindfold you if Emma remembers the socks or bandanas. There, that should do it! Hold still and don’t try and escape until I can finish tying your feet and stuff.”
“Fair enough,” I said, and Emma crawled back around to in front of me. She grinned at me and raised her eyebrows in a way that I knew I was about to be tickled.
“Emma…no….please,” I said.
Emma giggled and wiggled her fingers. “Just for a minute – to make sure you can’t escape!” And she tickled my ribs with both hands as I started laughing and yelling and flopped to my right side.
“No! No please!” I laughed and yelled, but Emma kept lightly tickling my exposed ribs on the left side.
“You are so ticklish, it’s crazy!” Emma said, stopping after about 30 seconds and laughing. “OK, that’s enough for now.”
“For now?” I asked, regaining my composure. “You mean…”
“We’ll see,” Emma said, winking. “We’ll see where the day brings us!”
“Oh God,” I moaned and sat back up with my hands tied. Just then we heard Shannon running through the rain. She emerged through the door of the tent and what do you know? She had an umbrella! As we as a bag presumably filled with ropes and stuff.
“It is awful out here! And I just stepped in a big mud puddle!” Shannon said, leaving the umbrella leaning against the outside of the tent, kicking her shoes off and then walking inside the tent barefoot. She placed her muddy shoes in the corner and gave the bag to Emma, then looking at me. “You tied him up already?”
“I got started – just his hands. Nice job, Shann! Bobby, look what we’ve got!” Emma said, and she pulled out probably four more decent-sized lengths of rope, two bandanas, duct tape and a belt. “We could keep you tied up for weeks with all this!”
I groaned and Shannon rubbed her bare feet. “My feet are freezing! Can I borrow a towel?” she asked Emma.
“Sure help yourself,” Emma said, kneeling at my feet and starting to tie them with rope at the ankles, very tight as usual. “Wait, I told you to bring socks from the house. You could wear those. You didn’t?”
“Dammit, I forgot!” Shannon said. “Maybe I’ll get inside one of your sleeping bags.”
Emma finished tying my ankles with one of the ropes and then started on another rope.
“Not all wet you won’t, no!” Emma said, but then she pointed to my feet. “Here, take Bobby’s socks off and put them on. He doesn’t need them.”
“Wait, no!” I yelled.
“Are they clean?” Shannon asked, then looking down at them. “Are they Bobby?”
“Yes, right out of the wash, but no! No one is taking off my socks!” I demanded as Emma finished tying my feet with a second rope. It was tight and seemed inescapable.
“Shhh,” Emma said, quickly crouching behind me and putting her hand over my mouth. “Shannon, hand me the duct tape. I need to gag him.”
I struggled as Shannon got the roll of silver duct tape, but Emma held me with one hand and gagged me with the other.
“Do you want us to tickle you? Because if you don’t stop squirming we’re going to tickle torture the hell out of you!” Emma threatened, and Shannon wiggled her fingers with her free hand. “You’re socks are coming off and Shannon is going to put them on her feet to keep warm. Or we give you some crazy tickle torture! You have no choice here, got it?”
“OK,” I said into Emma’s hand, muffled.
“Good,” Emma said, taking her hand off my mouth. She took the tape from Shannon, tore a piece off and gagged me with it. Then she put another piece over my mouth to further gag me.
“Try and talk,” Emma ordered.
“MMMMMM,” I said, unable to do anything else.
“That’s good for now. Shannon, take his socks off. They’re all yours,” Emma said, now grabbing the belt to tie my arms to my body.
“Looks like these are my socks now, Bobby,” Shannon taunted, taking them off my feet, giggling in a mean way. “Hope your feet don’t get too cold!”
My socks came off and Shannon put them on her bare feet, while Emma fastened the belt around my chest and then took another piece of rope, rolled me over, and tied my hands and feet together. There was enough slack for me to move my legs at the knees, so I wasn’t really hogtied, but it was clear I wasn’t going anywhere.
Emma then sat me back up and looked at me.
“You are now our prisoner, Bobby! You’ve been kidnapped,” Emma announced and she and Shannon high-fived. “Should we blindfold him, Shannon?”
“NO!” I grunted, trying to be heard but unable to speak.
“Mmm…not yet. Let’s give him a chance to escape,” Shannon said. “Go ahead, Bobby. Try and get loose.”
“No way is that happening,” Emma giggled while I started to writhe around and struggle. “Shannon, let’s play cards while Bobby tried to get untied. Gin rummy?”
“Yes!” Shannon said with a smile, excited. “Good luck Bobby – you’re going to need it!”
Emma started to deal the cards while I was grunted and struggled – this was so tight and well-tied there was no way I was getting loose.
“You have 15 minutes, cuz,” Emma said as she and Shannon started playing. “If you can’t get loose by then, Shannon and I are going to start torturing you!”
“Tickle torture, Bobby! If you don’t get out you’re dead!” Shannon added.
I grunted and tried to yell under my gag as I kept squirming and struggling with no chance, but they ignored me. I struggled and struggled for several minutes against the ropes, but it was clear I wasn’t going anywhere.
Emma looked over at one point, then looked at her watch and laughed.
“Eight minutes, Bobbsy!” Emma taunted. “That’s how long you have until we start tickling you!”
She and Shannon laughed and kept playing cards as I struggled helplessly, knowing I had no way of escaping and knowing their brutal tickle torture soon would start.