20 -The Escape Bet
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By PH
Tue Aug 17 01:35:26 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999
During my childhood and my early teens the tie-up games we played constantly developed. We made up new games all the time and often there was a bet or a challenge involved.
-I bet you can't escape in an hour if I tie you up this new way I've invented, Joe would say to me or one of the girls. The challenge would of course be accepted and if we failed to escape, we would have to resign to our fate and stay tied up for the agreed hour. Most often some tickle torture would be thrown in just for the fun of it.
Joe was the one who constantly worked on new ways to tie a prisoner up, or he would try to invent a new sort of gag. He also was the best at thinking of new plots to our games. Joe was the one who got credit for "inventing" the hog-tie, or at least introducing this very effective tie-up technique to us. I guess he got it from one of the mystery-novels we all read, or from a film he had seen.
One day of rather bad weather we all sat in the boat-house having a boring time. Thinking back at the summers more than twenty years ago, the weather always seemed to be excellent, but of course there were days with bad weather also. This was the summer when I was fourteen. So was Sarah and Joe, Jenny was fifteen. We had had some challenges earlier this summer when Joe had introduced the hog-tie. Later came the more extensive kid-nappings and retaliations I have described in earlier postings.
However, Joe said he had come up with a new plot for a tie-up game, and wanted to know if anyone wanted to accept his challenge. He needed one ally and chose Jenny, that left Sarah and me as the intended prisoners. Joe explained that we would be taken to a secret place, tied up and blindfolded. There we would be left for an hour to escape. If we managed to get free, we would still have the problem of finding our way back to the house. It sounded like a good idea, and we accepted.
As it was a bit chilly, but not cold, we were dressed in jeans and sweaters, but as usual, no shoes or socks. We asked if we needed sneakers for this, and Joe said no. We would not be walking much, more of being "transported" as he put it. Joe fetched ropes, scarves, bandanas and some strips of cloth from our tie-up collection in the bottom floor of the boat house. Sarah and I helpfully put our hands behind us and Jenny and Joe tied us up with usual perfection. No way of getting free without help. They proceeded to blindfold us very carefully, using folded up scarves, but first they put a folded wad of cloth over each eye so no peeking would be allowed.
Two very helpless prisoners were then walked out of the boat-house and down the soft sand of the beach. I was wondering what Joe had in mind and soon found out. We were led to the boat and helped inside. It was a simple row-boat with an out-board engine. Jenny and Joe put life-jackets over our bound arms and secured them with straps. The life-jackets were supposed to be put on like sleeve-less vests, but they put them on over our arms instead, and tied the straps between our legs and around our arms. We had to sit on the bottom of the boat instead of on the seats. Joe and Jenny pushed the boat out, started the small engine and took off out on the lake.
After about five minutes, Joe started to make the boat go in circles. It soon made us a bit dizzy and we lost the sense of direction. When the boat took up a straight course again, we had no idea if we were going north or south. The boat trip continued for about fifteen minutes. It was not a long trip. When the boat scraped against sand we were at our destination, whatever that was. I guessed that we had gone either to the small creek to the south of the house, or north towards the deserted parts of the vast woods in that area. There were some shallow bays there with sand, but not many.
Jenny was helpful and rolled the legs of our jeans up and they both helped us go ashore, wading in the shallow water. Once with our feet on dry land, they helped us off with the life-jackets. No followed a very difficult walk through some kind of forest. Walking barefoot in the forest can be both nice and enjoyable, but with your hands tied behind you and blindfolded, it is quite difficult. Jenny held one of my arms and Joe led Sarah. After about ten minutes of stepping on pine-needles and twigs I felt soft grass under my feet. We stopped and they started spinning us around. Once again we lost the sense of direction. We did not know the way we had come to this place. They removed our blindfolds and started tying us up properly. As usual lots of rope was used. We got our arms secured and our legs and feet tied together with loop after loop of thick rope. Finally we ended up face down on the ground and got hog-tied, not too tight, but tight enough to prevent much movement.
Wads of cloth were pushed deep inside our mouths and secured there by bandanas. Jenny and Joe could of course not resist the temptation to tickle our feet for a while before leaving us. They walked away behind some bushes, but that was not in the direction the boat was. We had one hour to get free.
Sarah was the born escape-artist and immediately started to twist and turn on the ground. Grunting behind her gag, raising her eye-brows and wrinkling her nose at me, ever so mad I did not understand her message at once. When she started to move towards me I got it. We twisted into the best positions to untie each others' hands, on our sides, our backs against each other. We got as close as possible, our shoulders touched and Sarah placed her feet on top of my legs to get as close as possible. We got a bit confused at first, not knowing who should search for knots first, but soon I let my hands be still, and Sarah's fingers moved all over my wrists. After a bit of feeling the ropes she finally got hold of a knot, but did not manage to undo it. She worked hard and finally the knot came undone. My hog-tie rope slacked considerably, and I managed to twist and turn my wrists so I could slip one hand free.
It took me about fifteen minutes to get out of all the rope and another ten to untie Sarah. Finally we could stretch both limbs and jaws, the gags had been really tight. Now we had to decide which way to go. After much thinking and looking at the sun we decided on a narrow path and followed it. We soon came to where the small creek entered the lake and saw where the boat had made marks in the sand. We figured that Jenny and Joe would return soon, as the hour must be almost up. We hid behind some bushes and waited. Soon we heard the sound of the boat. They were back!
When Jenny and Joe had jumped out of the boat we rushed forward from behind the bushes and grabbed them. They were surprised we were free, but agreed they had lost the bet. Soon both of them had their hands tied behind them and they were now at our mercy. We told them how we would tickle-torture them for hours to get our revenge. Revenge we got, but that will be in another posting.
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PH's stories
- 01 - The First Tie-up Games (m/mf)
- 02 - The Revenge (mf/mf)
- 03 - Revenge II, Tied Up at the Beach (mf/mf)
- 04 - Kidnapped (m/m, ff/m)
- 05 - The kidnapping of Sarah and Jenny (mm/ff)
- 06 - Sarah gets hers (mm/f)
- 07 - Sarah and Jenny take their revenge (ff/mm)
- 08 - Alexandra is introduced to our tie-up games (mm/fff)
- 09 - Playing Cowboys and Indians - Involuntary (m/mff, ff/m, m+f+/mmff)
- 10 - The Last Weekend of Summer (ffm/fm, fm/ffm)
- 11 - The Summer Camp (Mm+/F, Fm+/F)
- 12 - The Summer Camp : The Hijacking (f+m+/f+m+)
- 13 - The Summer Camp : The Great Abduction (mmff/ff)
- 14 - The Summer Camp : The Treasure Hunt (ffmm/fm, mmff/f, mm/ff)
- 15 - The Green Rope (mm/m)
- 16 - The Double Dare (mm/ff)
- 17 - Tie-Up Olympics at the Beach (mm/ff, ff/mm, fm/fm)
- 18 - War of the Roses, the Original Game (mff/m, mmf/mf)
- 19 - Sarah's Birthday Abduction (fmm/f)
- 20 - The Escape Bet (fm/fm)
- 21 - Jenny's School of Revenge (fm/fm)
- 22 - Jenny Goes Jogging (fm/fm)
- 23 - Playing Cowboys and Indians (mm/ff, ff/mm)
- 24 - Playing Strip Poker (MM/FF)
- 25 - Just Another Day in the Woods (mf/mf)
- 26 - Crashing the Sleep-over Party (mm/fff, fff/mm)
- 27 - The Lost Kidnap Victim (mmm/fmm)
- 28 - An Inventive Kidnapping (f/m, fm/ffm)
- 29 - A Late Night Kidnapping, The Revenge (ffm/fm)
- 30 - Early Tie-up Game (m/m)
- 31 - The War of the Roses (M+/F+)
- 32 - Tickling Sarah (f/f)
- 33 - Tickling Jenny (fmm/f)
Index of all stories in the "Archive for Everyone" section