01 - Captured
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By tropicana
Mon Jun 16, 2008 1:03 pm
This happened three years ago when I was 18.
I was at my friend's house, Alex, and after a dull afternoon of playing guitar and video games, we decided we'd do something else. I noticed he had loads of bb guns and the like and suggested we had a little shoot out around his house. He lived in a big house and his parents were at work till late.
Anyway we stocked up on ammo and took our positions. After a while of shooting, I noticed I was out of ammo and would have to sneak back to his room to stock up once more. I made it there and I was about the open his draw where everything was when he suddenly caught me from behind and said "hands up". I did so and he took my pistol from my hand, then reached for a pair of handcuffs and brought both of my hands behind my back and applied them. He then escorted me to his garage with his hand on my shoulder, all the while holding the gun in my direction.
I wasn't quite sure what direction the game was taking now, but I went with it. It's not like we had anything better to do. When we arrived there the first thing I noticed was a pole right in the center. He put me down on my knees and undid my cuffs and told me to take my t-shirt off and then put my hands on my head. I was now shirtless, wearing only my blue jeans, a belt, and trainers. He then lifted me up and placed me in front of the pole, with my back to it.
He brought each arm behind me separately, around the pole, held my wrists in place, and dug through his back back to pull out a roll of duct tape which he used to tape my wrists together. He then did same to my ankles, and said to me "looks like I've won". He then took a strip of tape and put it over my mouth. I slightly "mmphed" while slowly breathing through my nose, with a very slight struggle from my wrists. Noticing this, he grabbed me by my chin and said "it's hopeless", followed by a "don't worry, I'll be back" before leaving the garage and shutting out the lights.
More soon...
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Mon Jun 16, 2008 2:18 pm
I was alone in the garage, tied to a pole, gagged, and shirtless. It was completely silent in there except for the sound of the tape that bound me rustling as I struggled against it. I knew there was no point of making noise, so I tried my hardest to free my hands, breathing through my nose and letting out the odd whimpered "mmpphh" every now and then. This went on for 30 minutes, until Alex came through the door switching the lights back on.
He scanned my body up and down to see just how far I had gotten through my bonds, but he was confident enough to know that I never stood a chance. "We're moving you now", he said. The first thing to go through my head was the word "we". It turned out the 30 minutes I spent alone was so as that he could get his sister Aimee, 19, involved. Alex pulled out a little knife and cut the tape that fastened me, but left the gag on. The handcuffs were once more applied and I was taken to his room. Upon arriving, I saw how smug Aimee looked that I was in my position, and was dropped to my knees. Again, I was held by the chin, but this time by Aimee, and was told "you'll tell us know everything you know".
Lifted to my feet, I was being escorted again, Aimee holding the gun and Alex directing me so I didn't try anything. I was shocked to realize that we were now in the shower room. God only knew what I was in for. They opened the shower and I saw too straps that dangled from the ceiling which were tied to the bars and pipes up there. They were made to pose as shackles, and were directly under the shower. I now knew I was in for some torture. The handcuffs were removed and Alex fastened my arms to each one, and they were extremely effective. Aimee then took off my trainers and socks, and then bound my ankles with duct tape. She told me this was my last chance to speak up. I stayed quiet and still. So there I was, shirtless, barefoot, feet tied, and tape gagged with my hands over my head, almost suspended off the ground. "Have it your way", said Alex, and he switched the cold water on.
The water was freezing cold, but that was the least of my worries. I found it hard to breathe due to the tape gag still being on, but I still never budged. He switched the water off and both of them inspected my wet body as I was dangling from my shackles, breathing heavily through my nose. "Okay let's try the other one", says Aimee. This time, very hot water was poured over me. Not boiling, but it was worse than the cold water because I found it harder to breathe. For 45 more minutes or so I endured this torture, until they stopped to go and eat something. This was my chance to get free. I was determined to do it this time.
More on the way.
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Mon Jun 16, 2008 4:33 pm
I took a few minutes to get my breath back and started to focus, checking my surroundings. The fact that my feet were also tied served as an extra disadvantage, so it was all in my hands. The noose on the shackles started to loosen after very much pulling and I was able to make just enough slack to slip my right hand out of it. The water made this easier, too. I then freed my left hand, and searched through the drawers for any utensils I could use to cut through the tape around my ankles. I was being held in the shower room after all. I found a small pair of scissors and cut the tape. I didn't want to make any noise by tearing them from my jeans so I left the remainder on. Now it was time to make my escape.
I contemplated how to do this. Should I leave the shower and hide somewhere, or stay and pretend to still be shackled when they came back and then make my break for it. I went with the latter, and waited it out. 10 minutes after freeing myself, I heard footsteps and knew someone was coming back, and so, assumed my captive position. The door opened, and it was Aimee. All alone. She came towards me to get a better look and noticed how the tape at my ankles was cut. At this point I quickly grabbed her, putting my hand over her mouth as she mmpphhed, but she soon gave in and remained calm. I held her arms securely and took her to Alex's room. The first thing I did was cleave gag her with a long football sock, and then locked her wrists behind her back so she couldn't resist. Unable to find anything to tie her with, I told her to take me to something that I could use, which she replied with "closet", muffled, and very slightly nodded her head forward in its direction. There wasn't much in there, but there was a power cable for something which I made use of. Her wrists were now nicely restrained, and her mouth tightly gagged.
I took her down to Alex and said I'll give her the same treatment you gave me but much much worse if you don't surrender yourself, but he refused. I called his bluff and said fine, and took her to the shower. I don't think she wanted it because she started mmphhing a lot from this point on, as if pleading for her brother to rescue her, but it was too late.
Arriving in the shower room, I locked the door and remember making a crack about family loyalty, and then untied her to strip her down , the same way she did to me. I took off her green t-shirt to reveal a tight white tank-top. After fastening her up, I tied her ankles together with my belt. She was more suspended off the ground than I was because she was shorter than me. I then called to her brother through the door to give him one last chance to join her so I'd go easier on her, but he there was only silence. He must have been planning some kind of rescue, I thought. After knowing she had been abandoned and therefore doomed, she mmpphhed at me a bit, this time pleading with me not to do it, but I knew I was. I turned the cold tap on, and her reaction to the cold water was far less subtle to mine. She mmpphhed like crazy and was wiggling around way too much. I turned it off after about 30 seconds and said "let's try hot now, hm?". This time, instead of squirming around, she made slow movements and heavy mmpphhs, and when I did turn it off, she was breathing very heavily through her nose.
Unfortunately at this point, Alex had told me through the door that his mom had called and was coming home now. It did cross me that he was bluffing, but I didn't want to risk it, so I untied and ungagged Aimee, and unlocked the door. Alex said to me that I should leave quickly in case his mom noticed that both me and Aimee were wet, which doesn't leave much to the imagination as to what might've been going on. But anyway, I agreed, and left after quickly drying up and putting my clothes back on.
All in all, it was a fun night and my favourite tie up game.
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