04 - Slumber Party Home Invasion
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By alex powers
I clearly remember the one night that my tie up games with my little sister and her friends peaked. I was 16 at the time, and had been tying my sister, Eileen for almost two years. More often than not Eileen would say no, if I asked her to play "detective", "home invasion", or "burglar". I would always respect her decision and never forced her. The only time "force" would come into play, is if it was in the "script" and Eileen knew exactly what the scenario would be. My sister and I were as close as ever and had become pretty good friends. Don't get me wrong, Eileen was a pretty typical 13-year-old girl at this time, and had her bratty moments. I would just laugh and tease her about them, once she had calmed down. Besides that I would store these "moments" in my memory, and use them "creatively", when we had time for our "games".
Eileen would often shudder at this information and just smile.
"Well, next time the burglar shows up I suppose he just won't have any mercy on a girl left all alone in the house", she would tease.
Mary lee (Eileen's best friend) would join us on rare occasion's, but for the most part it was just myself and my defenceless little sister playing tie-up games. I remember one Saturday afternoon...Eileen and my mom were busy getting the house cleaned and preparing for my sister's 13th birthday party. My mom had told her weeks before that Eileen was allowed to have a slumber party for the occasion, and could invite no more than 3 other girls to eat pizza, play records and spend the night. Eileen wanted her whole class but realised that it would be too much on my mom. So she settled for her best friend Mary lee and the two Clark sisters, Joan and Vivian.
I myself was stretching, reading my playback, and generally getting ready for the high school football game that we were to play that night. I had overheard the conversation that Eileen and my mom were having. When the name Joan Clark was mentioned I seemed to pay close attention. Even though Joan was only 14 years old she was the subject of a few locker room conversations, even among the older high school boys. I might be overstating things in this story, and maybe my memory is being way overacted, but the only way I seem to remember Joan Clark is, as a very young Victoria Principal. Although shy, and pretty much naive Joan was very fun to talk to, when she came over to the house. Our families were rather close and her brother and I often hung out together.
At 13 her younger sister, Vivian, was no slouch either, developing right along with her older sister. Although Vivian still had a bit of baby fat left she wore it quite well...so I made a mental note to try and act real cool when I had come home from the game (win or lose), in front of all these visitor's in my house. Then,"IT" happened. My mom was watching the news on TV, and all of a sudden let out a loud gasp. I came running down the stairs to investigate. The news was all about a horrible plane crash in a small, nearby town. It seemed that there were quite a lot of people aboard. All the details were sketchy at this time. My mom was just getting the words out of her mouth about probably being called into work (she was an emergency room nurse) when the phone rang. It was exactly as predicted, the hospital told my mom that patients would soon be coming in by the dozen and that they wanted her as soon as possible.
No sooner did my mom hang up the phone, and start getting ready than it rang again. It was my football coach telling me that the game had been called on account of the crash. My mom heard this and asked if I could stay home and help my sister with her slumber party. I (OF COURSE) agreed.
Although I felt guilty about the plan that was formulating in my brain, I knew that there was nothing I could do for those poor people on the plane. My mom left the house hurriedly, stating that she didn't know what time she would be home. My sister was standing, with her back to me as she waved my mom off. As guilty as I felt about it, I had to fight off the urge to come up behind her and hand gag her, drag her into the house and have a good tie up game. All these urges left when she turned around and I would see tears in her eyes. She felt bad for the plane victims, and the fact that my mom wouldn't be there for her birthday. So, me, the mean kidnapper, just held my sister and let her cry on my shoulder. It took about a half-hour but Eileen finally settled down, after a few of my dumb jokes.
Soon Eileen and I set about the task of getting the party ready. After getting the ingredients for the pizza ready. Now it was time to blow up the balloons and tape them to the ceiling, furniture, etc.... I was doing the blowing and Eileen handled the taping. It was then, that Eileen made the comment while giggling, "gee Alex, I bet you didn't know that masking tape had other uses other than putting it across a girl's mouth".
"Your not trying to give me idea's are you, young lady", I asked.
Eileen responded with; "be a good boy tonight Alex we have guest coming over".
I said nothing as I took the tape from my younger sister and ripped off an 8-inch piece. Before I could plaster it across her lips Eileen teary eyed thanked me for helping her out on her birthday. Eileen then looked up at me and held her lips together. I took the piece of tape and abruptly slapped it over her mouth with each end of the tape being long enough to extend just below each ear. Eileen only giggled as I took the roll of masking tape and tied it around her wrists in front of her.
"I know, usually I like your hands in back but, this way you can still do some work", I said.
"Oh, and by the way Eileen, as far as thanking me for helping you out for your party...we both know that there will be a certain "fee" for you to pay. One of these days you know you will be paying the fee when you are hanging by your wrists from the basement rafters."
Now, to this day I don't know why I had said that, I had no previous experience in the "hanging from the rafters", type of thing, but the thought was rather appealing and I defiantly put it at the back of my "memory banks". Eileen on the other hand didn't seem to fond of the idea, judging by the look on her face.
We continued blowing up the balloons for another 15 minutes or so. It was really great fun with Eileen tied and gagged and still able to get the chore done. I would occasionally poke her in the ribs and tickle her in order to hear her squeal into the tape gag.
We had just about finished up when there was a knock at the back door. I looked through the back curtains and saw that it was Mary lee. Eileen made a move to take the tape of her mouth when I stopped her.
"Eileen, we really don't have anything to hide from Mary lee, leave the tape on".
With a shrug of her shoulders Eileen dropped her bound hands in front of her. I opened the door and greeted Mary lee. She must have just come from some place special, because she had on a real nice short mini dress, and nylons. After complimenting her on the way she looked I escorted her in.
Mary lee took one look at Eileen standing with wrists tied in front and tape gagged and said," gee Eileen, I thought it was your birthday, it looks like your giving him some kind of gift".
We all laughed and I seem to remember making the comment about gift wrapping the two girls as a present for one of the boys in their class. Eileen easily took the tape off her mouth and I helped her with the wrist bindings. Eileen talked girl talk to Mary Lee for a while and then announced that she would go and take a shower. Mary lee was standing with her back to me at this time. I quickly grabbed Mary lee from behind. With one hand over her mouth and the other arm around her waist, holding her arms to her sides I easily picked her up so her feet were no touching the floor. Mary lee let out a loud, but muffled scream of surprise as I did this and then settled down to just comically waving her legs and feet off the floor.
"You go get cleaned up Eileen, I'll try and keep your little friend company here" I stated.
Mary lee's eyes grew wide and apprehensive at this prospect. Eileen walked towards the shower and turned around to tell Mary lee, "watch out Mary lee, Alex said something earlier about "hanging me in the basement by my wrists".
Mary lee screamed as I said " hey good idea. Come on honey, you have probably never seen my basement have you?"
With that Eileen went into the shower and I dragged my "victim" to the basement.
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alex powers's stories
- 01 - The Story Begins (m/f)
- 02 - The Man from the Phone Company (m/f)
- 03 - The Mary Lee Situation (m/ff)
- 04 - Slumber Party Home Invasion (m/ff)
- 05 - Meanwhile.. down in the Basement (m/ff)
- 06 - Taking care of the "Sister Situation" (m/fff)
- 07 - Sheer Enjoyment (m/fff)
- 08 - Now for Joan Clark (m/f+)
- 09 - Joan.. one Tough Cookie (m/f+)
- 10 - Time to tie Eileen.. Really Tight! (m/f+)
- 11 - Time to fetch the other three damsels? (m/f+)
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