10 - The Last Weekend of Summer
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By PH
Tue Mar 09 04:44:31 Europa, normaltid 1999
Part I, Remembrance
After a long and happy summer, full of funny and exciting experiences, the last weekend finally arrived. In a couple of days my family would go back to the city. School would start soon and ten weeks of heaven would change for my ninth year in school. Joe and his cousins Sarah and Jenny would also go back to their schools. We all had parents that worked at various positions in the school system, therefore our families could spend these long vacations of ten weeks instead of the usual five people had in Sweden.
I was sad as the last weekend draw nearer. This had been the best summer in my entire life, and I hated to leave my friends. Joe's family actually lived in the same city as mine, but we went to different schools and lived far apart. We seldom saw each other during school terms. Sarah and Jenny lived in a town about thirty miles north of our city.
We had all agreed to have a sleep over the last weekend. I had talked with Joe about having a really spectacular tie-up game and we discussed different ideas for a really fun game. The best part was that we would have their big house to ourselves. Joe's, and Sarah's and Jenny's parents would go away to visit with some other relatives and they were considered old enough to take care of themselves. Jenny was fifteen and the rest of us were fourteen.
Part II, Setting it All Up
We had decided to invite Alex over. We all wanted to get back at her for what she had done at our camping trip earlier. She had convinced a bunch of younger kids that played cowboys and Indians to capture us and keep us prisoners at their camp for several hours. Alex had showed up and organized some "real Indian torture", where they tickled us.
When we asked Alex if she wanted to come for the sleep over she was not so keen at first.
-You'll only tie me up and tickle me, she said.
We promised her that we would not gang up on her, but we admitted we had some really funny games in mind. Alex had developed a taste for tie-up games and agreed to come.
On Friday afternoon we all stood on the porch and waved good-bye to the parents. After what seemed like hours of instructions and exhortations from the two Mothers, they finally drove off. We were alone and free to do what we wanted.
We went inside and started to make dinner. During the preparations of what would be a nourishing meal of frozen hamburgers we talked about what game we would play that evening. After some discussions we agreed to do a variation of "hide and seek", involving searching for a hidden treasure. During dinner we explained to Alex how the game worked.
Part IIb, The Game
We would be in two teams, I would team up with Sarah and the others would be the enemies. Sarah and I would hide a key somewhere in the house and then
hide ourselves. The others would try to catch us, and if they did, they would "persuade" us to tell the hiding place of the key. The persuasion would of course be done by tickling us. Then they would leave us tied up somewhere in the house and hide the key themselves. We would have one hour to get free, and if we succeeded we would start to hunt the others. This game had several variations of it, and we had played it many times.
We gathered in the big spacious living room to start the game. We were dressed as usual in jeans and t-shirts for Joe and me, jeans and sleeveless tops for Sarah and Alex and gray sweat-pants with a short top for Jenny. None of us had socks or shoes. (In Sweden it's almost compulsory to take ones shoes off indoors.) Joe had been out to the garage to gather different lengths of rope and Jenny had brought some scarves and bandanas for gags.
Sarah and I would get ten minutes to hide the key and then the others would hunt us down.
As we rushed away with the key I could feel the excitement and tension in my stomach as the game begun.
Part III, The Summer House
I will have to explain how this big house looked inside. It was very big and made entirely of wood on a foundation of stone and cement. It was constructed in the early 20th century by a great Grandfather of my friends. He owned a lumber business in the nearby town, and this was his "summer mansion" as it was called.
The house had three floors, a cellar and an attic. On the bottom floor was the kitchen, the living room, a library, a study and various smaller rooms behind the kitchen. On the second floor were at least six or seven bedrooms and on the third floor were "the servants rooms". Of course they did not have any servants in the seventies, but these rooms were handy as they got a lot of guests. The cellar was a bit spooky, dark and damp, with a myriad of passages and store-rooms. The attic contained every possible item not used, but not thrown away.
We ran up the main stairs and continued up the more narrow staircase to the servants rooms. We hid the key in one room, behind a painting. We had deliberately made a lot of noise running up the stairs to fool our hunters. Now we doubled back down another staircase at the back of the house, going silently and carefully. We continued down past the kitchen to the cellar. As we started down the stairs to the cellar we felt the cold stone steps beneath our bare feet. The concrete floor of the cellar was the same, but it was not uncomfortable to walk barefoot down there. Sarah looked at me with her special mischievous look, her eyes telling me she was as excited as I was. We decided to hide in a store room that had a small window with a little light coming down through it. We sat down on some crates and waited. The others would be searching for us now.
Part IV, Caught!
We could hear them faintly on the upper floors of the house. Alex' voice could be heard more often and louder as usual. Our trick of making a lot of noise going up had succeeded. We talked in whispers as we sat on the crates with our legs crossed. The excitement of the game was very present at that moment, and I can still remember how I thought right then, looking at Sarah across the room, that I was having the best time of my life. Sarah smiled at me and in the dim light her green eyes sparkled with excitement. She turned her head, listening to a sound, and her braids flapped about with the motion.
-Shhhh, they are coming, she whispered.
We quickly hid behind the crates as we heard the padded sounds of bare feet going down the narrow passage outside. As the foot-steps had passed, we darted out of the room and ran the opposite way. We heard Alex cry out behind us, calling for Joe and Jenny to come. Unfortunately for us, they came down the stairs just in front of us, and we were captured. The rules of the game said that if we were touched by an enemy, we would give up, and we literary ran into their arms.
As captives we had to surrender and we were ordered to kneel on the floor, bend over forward and place our hands behind us. Jenny tied my hands together with a cotton cord, making a good job. Joe tied Sarah's hands and Alex tied bandanas over our eyes. We were marched upstairs and they teased us and happily told us how they were going to have such fun with us, now that we were at their mercy.
Part V, Interrogation
Now it was question-time! They would use every way they knew to force us to give up the secret hiding place of the key. We had talked about this as we waited in the cellar, and promised each other to hold on as long as we could. We would not reveal anything. I wondered what kind of horrible torture they would use on us. Tickling was our common way of "having fun" with a prisoner.
We were marched up the stairs to one of the bedroom, I couldn't say exactly which one because of the blindfold, but they pushed us inside and had us sit on a bed. They tied more rope around my upper body, and I could imagine they did the same to Sarah. Then they placed us on our backs, side by side, and tied my feet together and then lifted my legs and placed them on the metal frame at the foot of the bed. My feet were positioned at least half a metre up as they tied them in place. Another rope was attached to my upper body and one end was tied to the bedframe and the other to Sarah. We lay there completely helpless with our feet in the air, unable to move at all.
I could hear Jenny and Alex giggle at our helpless situation and they whispered together about what to do. Joe told us we had one chance to tell where the key was. He was given the Swedish equivalent to "get stuffed" in reply from Sarah. Suddenly a rag was forced into my mouth and a scarf tied over it. From the sound of it, the same happened to Sarah. She started making angry sounds from behind her gag.
Part VI, Having Fun
Now they started to tickle us. They tickled our feet and bellies and soon we grunted and giggled, but the sounds were muffled by the gags. When I just couldn't take any more, they stopped and the gag was removed. They asked us again, but we refused to say anything. This was repeated several times until we finally gave in and told them. Joe went to get the key while Jenny and Alex untied all the rope except the ones binding our hands behind us. The blindfolds were removed and they kindly gave us something to drink.
So now it was time for them to find a good place to leave us tied up for an hour. With our hands still tied behind us we were taken up to the attic. The roof of the house was supported by large thick beams, and in one corner of the attic they decided to leave us. They had brought several lengths of thick rope and started to bind our arms to our upper bodies. Coil after coil was tied around us and knotted off expertly. Then we had to sit down as they tied our ankles and legs with the same sort of thick rope. We were put down on the floor on our bellies and they tied the hands and feet together, leaving very little slack in the ropes. At last they placed us on our sides, with our backs to a vertical support-beam. They tied a rope around the beam and fastened the other end to our feet. As we were tied to two different beams, with about two metres between us, we wouldn't be able to reach each other and untie any knots. This position, hog-tied on the side was not especially comfortable, but what could we do? Finally rags were pushed deep into our mouths and we were cleave-gagged with scarves. As our captors left us, wishing us a pleasant time, we could only respond with that classic reply. "MMMMPHF!"
Part VII, Wiggling Out of It
The attic was lit by sunlight that was filtered through some small and dusty windows. It wasn't very dark, but not very light either. As I lay on the dust-covered floor, hog-tied on my side, I looked over at Sarah. She was positioned facing me, and I could clearly see the determined look in her eyes, she was set on getting free. Her lips moved around the scarf that gagged her, but the sounds that came out were muffled. I could understand however, that she tried to tell me that she was trying to free herself. I tested my ropes and soon found out that I had no chance of freeing myself. Sarah, on the other hand, with her very flexible body, was to perform one of the best escapes I ever had witnessed.
She was in a tight hog-tie, but that didn't stop her from turning on the floor and reaching the knots of the rope that tied her feet to the beam. Her hands hadn't been tied to the small of her back, so she had a little freedom of movement there. After some minutes of struggling, she had untied the knots and rolled over on her stomach. I could see that her hog-tie was so tight that her fingers nearly touched her ankles. She turned and twisted like a snake on the floor and wiggled her way to an old sofa a few metres away. Somehow she managed to get up in a kneeling position by leaning on the sofa. She was now kneeling with her toes on the floor and her back arched so that her fingers could reach the knots of the hog-tie rope by her ankles. After some more work she had untied her hog-tie rope and could now get up in a sitting position on the sofa. From there she got to her feet, standing there swaying a little as her feet and legs were tightly tied. She stood on tip-toe to get a better balance.
Part VIII, The Great Escape
And so came the best part. She started jumping forward, in short hops. Her braids flapped in the air at every hop, and other parts of her bounced as well. It was very interesting to watch. I had done this myself before, being tied hand and foot, and I knew how hard it was to keep balance. Sarah's face was lit by a triumphant grin behind her gag as she hopped merrily towards the middle of the floor, some metres away.
There was the chimney, going up through the house from the kitchen. It was big and wide and constructed of very rough and rugged bricks. Sarah kneeled down by one corner of the chimney and put her bound hands to the corner. Her hands were tied side by side, palms out, and cinched with a couple of loops between them. Sarah moved her hands up and down, up and down, scraping the rope against the corners of the bricks. It took her some time, and she paused frequently, but eventually her hands were free.
Triumphantly she put her hands in front of her and undid the ropes around her upper body. Then she undid her gag and spitted the rag out. Laughing she told me:
-That was easy!
She untied her legs and feet and came over to me and removed my gag. I told her she had performed a masterpiece of escaping and she nodded happily. A few minutes later I too was free and we tried to figure out how much time had elapsed since they left us. That was answered as we heard steps outside the attic. They were returning. Quickly we hid just by the stairs, and as Joe, Jenny and Alex came in, we jumped out and gave them a really good scare. According to the rules of the game, they were now our prisoners.
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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