05 - My Turn
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By Katie
Wednesday August 16th 2000 10:24:45
Tom no we haven't taken pictures of each other. None of us has a scanner or a digital camera anyway. I'm kinda shy about personal stuff like home addresses and pictures. You'll notice I didn't post my personal E-mail in my first few posts until I got one specifically for bondage stuff. It might be something to consider though, I'll think about it. Now the story
Spring break, the small oasis in the desert between Christmas and summer break. Another great thing about it is that both my parents work, so they were gone every day. Same with everyone else, except Lisa's mom who's an elementary school teacher and Kevin's mom who doesn't work. Needless to say, there was much bondage that week.
The first was on Monday, of course. I'm "sweet and innocent" and generally non-confrontational, and my first four stories are perfect examples of how I'm considered to be the best victim of the group. As much as I love that, I was tired of being the victim all the time. So Monday I went on the offensive.
I got up early and as soon as my parents were both gone, I grabbed a roll of duct tape and two hankercheifs. Dressed in baggy flares and a light blue tank top, I headed out the back door. There's a natural path that goes just outside of the very edge of all the backyards on our side of the street, so I could easily approach Chris's house from the back. I had left pretty early by our standards, so Chris would have barely gotten up if he was even up at all.
I entered his back door quietly and made my way through his basement. The house was pretty dark and quiet, so I began to imagine that I was a cat burgler and I had to check out the house and make sure it was empty before taking any valuables. So I carefully and slowly climbed the steps to the main floor. I opened the door a crack and peered out into the hall and living room. Chris was sitting on the couch watching TV and eating cereal. He was barefoot, wearing a dark green t-shirt and boxers.
I knew there was no way to sneak up on him, so I just slipped into the room and quietly approached him. He saw me and turned.
"Katie?" he looked confused, "What are you... oh,"
As he slurped up the remaining milk and stood up, I said, "Well well, look what we have here. I was just gonna rob you, but I can get a lot more money from you!"
"Can I at least put on some clothes?"
I answered by shoving one of the handkerchiefs in his mouth and sealing it with tape. I grabbed his arms and forced them behind his back, securing them with tape. Then I tied the other handkerchief over his eyes, and led him down to the basement and out the back door.
Gripping him firmly by his bound wrists, I escorted him back through the path to my house. There were fences or shrubbery on one side of the path, and a creek and tall trees on the other, so there was enough cover to avoid questions from nosy neighbors. Captive in tow, I led him through my back door to the basement. Ignoring his muffled protests, I forced him into the closet. I removed the tape from his wrists, then retied his hands together in front of him with long rope. I tied the other end around the coatrack so it forced his hands up above his head.
"You're gonna make me rich, kid," I said, and tied his ankles together.
I kept the blindfold on him, even though it was practically useless in a dark closet, and locked the closet door.
Next in line was Kevin. He lives across the street and a few houses down, so I decided to just get him to my house with a regular ransom call. So I called his house and he answered, "hello?"
"Katie has been kidnaped," I said in a crappy criminal voice, but that made it impossible to tell who said it, "come to her house immediately!" I said this so he would think it was Chris inviting him to join him, and to throw him off his guard.
"Got it, I'll be over in a few minutes!" he said and hung up.
So I unlocked the front door and hid in the coat closet by the with roll of tape and left the closet door open a crack. After a few minutes the doorbell rang, and when there was no answer the door opened and Kevin stepped in. He was wearing a brown shirt and baggy tan pants. The fact that no one answered probably made him a little cautious. He even checked behind the door so I was smart to hide in the closet. When he leaned over to check the kitchen I leaped out of the closet and grabbed him around the mouth. I pulled him to the living room and forced him to the floor. Then I taped his hands together behind his back and kinda sat on him to keep him down. I took off his shoes and socks and couldn't resist giving his cute little bare feet a tickle. I pocketed one sock and rolled up the other one, then shoved it in his mouth and sealed it with tape.
With a taunt of, "Hehe now it's my turn!" I led him down to the basement. I tied a rope around his chest pinning his arms to his back and sat him in the reclining armchair. I extended the fold-out legrest and tied his legs together and to it. Then I tied another rope around his chest but also around the back of the chair, securing him down with his hands behind his back. With his bare feet just sitting invitingly on the legrest I again had to tickle, but this time longer. I tickled for only a few minutes so he was barely out of breath when I was done. Then I got another handkerchief and blindfolded him like Chris.
After making sure he was secure, I went to the closet and carefully opened the door. Either I had tied Chris well or he decided to play along, cause he was exactly as I left him. I untied him from the coatrack and led him still blindfolded to the couch and laid him down facing up. I tied another rope around his hands and tied the other end around the coach legs. Then I tied his feet to the other couch legs.
Chris and Kevin both probably knew there was another captive in the room, but they couldn't be sure who. Those two are the main aggressors, so I wasn't too worried about capturing anyone else. In fact I invited Lisa and Steph to revel in their capture and also to provide backup in case they escaped or if I let them go. They were cautious at first but I convinced them that I wasn't after them so we went to the basement to make fun of the guys. We took turns tickling them for about half an hour. They have the cutest feet! Well finally we left them alone to let them alone.
After about an hour I went down to check on them. When I got downstairs I was grabbed from behind and forced to the ground. I managed a quick scream before Kevin's sock was shoved in my mouth and covered with a handkerchief detective gag. Apparently Steph and Lisa heard my scream because they came thundering down the stairs. They forced Kevin down and Steph began tying him while Lisa pulled Chris off of me before he could finish tying my hands. I untied the gag and spit out the sock, then shoved it in Chris's mouth. While Lisa began tying him up, I took Kevin's other sock out of my pocket and shoved it in Kevin's mouth. They were both detective gagged and hog tied. We left them on the floor went up stairs to wait for them to escape.
After maybe ten minutes they came up, defeated. There was no more bondage that day, but there are more spring break stories soon to come.
Katie
captive_katie@hotmail.com
USA
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Katie's stories
- 01 - Bondage Reunion (mm/f, mm/ff, fff/mm)
- 02 - The Mix Up (mm/f, f/f, ff/mmf, mmf/ff)
- 03 - Steph's Super Hog Tie (f/f)
- 04 - The Next Day (m/ff, m/m, f/m, mff/m)
- 05 - My Turn (f/mm)
- 06 - Blowback From Kidnap Offensive (mm/fff)
Index of all stories in the "Archive for Everyone" section