Finally a day off school, finally the weekend! Normally a reason to be happy, but today's F in English class has completely ruined your mood. Maybe you would have preferred to sleep instead of secretly watching your favorite series for hours the night before the test – with headphones, of course? The exhaustion didn't make you snore loudly, but the letters on the test paper were blurry before your eyes, and you couldn't think straight! You don't even remember what you actually wrote – but whatever it was, there didn't seem to be much right on it! No matter – there's nothing you can do about it now.
It's taking you much longer to get home today than usual. You frantically think of a good excuse for your bad grade. You know your mother won't be thrilled – but your little sister Birgit, who gets one A after another, will tease you about it for hours. And you can't just let the test disappear, because your teacher wants your mother's signature on the paper, as she specifically emphasized.
With trembling hands, you try to unlock the front door, but then you realize it's only ajar - they must be home, the moment of truth has come! And you still haven't come up with a reasonable excuse!
Maybe you should say hello first to buy yourself some time! "Hello Mommy, hello Birgit! How was your...?" You never finish the sentence, because instead of your mother and sister, you see me - a man dressed all in black, with black gloves and a black stocking mask! I immediately point the gun at you and gesture for you to sit down on a chair. Trembling, you obey. While I tie your hands together with rope behind the chair back - wrists crossed - I ask you your name and age. "I... my name is... Andrew Smith... and I'm... 13 years old... Ouch... not so tight!"
I ask you what you're doing at home so early, while I loop the rope around the crossbeam in the chair back before tying it up out of reach of your fingers. You'll never get out of there without help! After you've also noticed this, I take off your shoes and socks before tying your bare feet to the chair legs on the left and right. You promise to be obedient if I don't hurt you. I check the tightness of all the knots again, first on the knots themselves and then by briefly tickling the soles of your bare feet – then we both hear the key in the front door!
In a flash, I cover your mouth with one hand while I press the gun against your temple with the other. We both stare, mesmerized, at the front door, which slowly opens.
A black-haired woman in her early forties and a blonde girl of about 8 or 9 enter the room. The girl is wearing a school uniform, just like you, and the woman is wearing a shirt and sweater. The woman screams and drops her shopping bags. The daughter, on the other hand, laughs and calls out, "That looks fun! Can I join in? Please, Mommy—say yes!"
I look first into your mother's eyes and then at the gun at your temple before slowly nodding. Your mother understands and says to the girl, "Sure, Birgit! Could you... get two more chairs... from the living room, please, honey?" Eye contact between your mother and me again. At my nod, your mother takes a deep breath—obviously, she's done exactly what I wanted, which increases the chances of getting out of here unharmed, at least for the moment!
Fast as you can blink, Birgit is back. She sits down on one of the chairs and crosses her wrists behind the backrest. I toss your mother a rope with my free hand. Then your sister says, "Please tie me up just like you tied him up!" As she does so, Birgit looks at you. "I want to feel just like the hostages in my favorite crime novels!"
Your mother looks at you for help, but she has no choice! Slowly but professionally, she first ties Birgit's wrists crosswise, then her feet to the chair legs on either side. Birgit grins and giggles the whole time – unlike you and your mother, she still doesn't seem to have grasped the seriousness of the situation! Maybe it's for the best!
Last up is your mother. She sobs quietly as I tie her up just like you and Birgit. You look at her sympathetically, but your sister asks, "Isn't this fun, Mommy?" "Sure, honey!" You immediately hear that was a lie!
When the last knot is tied, it's immediately clear to all three of you that you won't get out without help. Then, to your great horror, Birgit says: "In crime novels, the burglar always tortures the tied-up victims to find out where the valuables are hidden!"
A kingdom for a wide strip of tape over Birgit's mouth! And what kind of crime novels is Birgit watching at her age? You'll have to keep a closer eye on the remote control—if you get out of here unscathed!
When Birgit explains, in response to my question, that tickling prisoners' feet is a popular torture method in crime novels, you both breathe a sigh of relief—you'd imagined much more gruesome torture methods, like the mafia's method of cutting off their fingers!
There's a lot of laughter over the next few minutes, but again, only Birgit seems to genuinely enjoy the way the fingers zip over her soles – for you and your mother, the tickling is pure torture, but at least it's one without long-lasting consequences!
When the tickling has revealed the hiding place of Mommy's wallet and jewelry, your and Birgit's piggy bank, and the PIN for your and Mommy's bank card, I seal the three of your mouths shut with silver tape. With a "It was nice to meet you - but now I have to go!" I bow and walk to the front door, ignoring your muffled screams. Still tied to the chairs, you see me reach for the front door handle – then I trip over your school bag lying in the hallway! Luckily, I just manage to avoid a fall! "Stupid school bag! Although - maybe there's still a tasty snack in there! Let's see!"
I rummage through your school bag, but I can't find anything! "Pah - only an F in English! You can keep it! Have a nice day!"
Then the door closes, and you're sitting alone in your chairs – Birgit giggling, you with a bright red face, and your mother with a mixture of disbelief and anger. Her mouth may be taped shut, just like yours and Birgit's, but her eyes say quite clearly: "How was that F in English, Andrew?" These could be long hours from which you, tied up as you are, can't escape – both literally and figuratively!
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School uniform home invasion - request by TuggyBoundMale (M/Ffm) - Part 4 added
School uniform home invasion - request by TuggyBoundMale (M/Ffm) - Part 4 added
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This is a really good story
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That’s was… very quick, wow
Not exactly what I had in mind, but still really good
Good job man
Not exactly what I had in mind, but still really good
Good job man
Thanks for the praise
Part 2
Thank goodness the timer-controlled light goes out after a while, so at least you don't have to endure the gleeful face – in the case of your sister Birgit – or the accusatory face – in the case of your mother! And on the other hand, the two women can't see your face, which – well – is also accusatory, namely towards yourself! Because despite being only 13 years old, you've been the man of the house since your father ran off with a younger woman years ago! According to your self-image, as the only male member of the family, it's your job to protect your family, as is common practice for almost all species in nature – and now you're sitting there just as helplessly tied up as your mother and sister! Failure – at least that's how you see yourself at that moment. Tears stream down your cheeks. I wonder if your mother and sister are crying too? Certainly not your sister, since she thinks the whole thing is a harmless game, but maybe your mother is. But you're not sure, as the Sandman takes control of you and you slowly begin to snore through your nose.
After what feels like an eternity, you first hear a loud 'knock,' then a 'clink,' and finally a loud 'bang.' The brief silence that follows is interrupted by your sister's gag-muffled scream! You're instantly wide awake, and panic rises within you! You scream for your mother and your sister, but get no answer! You want to jump up, but tied to the chair, you can't. The silver tape on your lips still reliably does its job, muffling your loud, panicked scream! What happened to your mother and sister? Are they hurt? Or worse? You feel sick with fear!
After what feels like an eternity, the light comes on, and your mother and sister stand before you—untied and apparently unharmed! A weight is lifted from your shoulders! Birgit explains to you that your mother somehow managed to break a glass from the table – aha, that explains the clatter – then tip over her chair – the bang – and then use a shard of glass to cut the ropes around her wrists. "Then she untied herself first and then me – the killjoy!" Birgit gives her mother a reproachful look.
Normally, your mother would have scolded Birgit for her comment – but in light of what she'd just experienced, she sends her to her room with a bar of chocolate and even allows her to watch some TV, even though it's long past her normal bedtime!
When Birgit has disappeared with her precious treasure – not without at least briefly tickling your bare feet – your mother finally turns to you. After all, you're still sitting on the chair with your mouth taped shut and tied up. Instead of working on your rope handcuffs, your mother is working on your head – ah, she'll take off the gag first! Good thing too!
Fully expecting to receive a bar of chocolate as compensation for the past few hours, you let your mother work on your head. But suddenly, you feel something being stuffed into your ears. Your mother then wraps your head several times with tape at mouth level, also securing the object in your ears. Suddenly, you hear a whooshing noise—and abruptly realize that your mother has taped headphones to your ears! You scream into your gag—but your mother turns off the light and leaves the room. After a few more seconds of whooshing, you hear a familiar male voice: "English School Book, Grade 8, Chapter 1, Listening Comprehension...!"
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Part 2
Thank goodness the timer-controlled light goes out after a while, so at least you don't have to endure the gleeful face – in the case of your sister Birgit – or the accusatory face – in the case of your mother! And on the other hand, the two women can't see your face, which – well – is also accusatory, namely towards yourself! Because despite being only 13 years old, you've been the man of the house since your father ran off with a younger woman years ago! According to your self-image, as the only male member of the family, it's your job to protect your family, as is common practice for almost all species in nature – and now you're sitting there just as helplessly tied up as your mother and sister! Failure – at least that's how you see yourself at that moment. Tears stream down your cheeks. I wonder if your mother and sister are crying too? Certainly not your sister, since she thinks the whole thing is a harmless game, but maybe your mother is. But you're not sure, as the Sandman takes control of you and you slowly begin to snore through your nose.
After what feels like an eternity, you first hear a loud 'knock,' then a 'clink,' and finally a loud 'bang.' The brief silence that follows is interrupted by your sister's gag-muffled scream! You're instantly wide awake, and panic rises within you! You scream for your mother and your sister, but get no answer! You want to jump up, but tied to the chair, you can't. The silver tape on your lips still reliably does its job, muffling your loud, panicked scream! What happened to your mother and sister? Are they hurt? Or worse? You feel sick with fear!
After what feels like an eternity, the light comes on, and your mother and sister stand before you—untied and apparently unharmed! A weight is lifted from your shoulders! Birgit explains to you that your mother somehow managed to break a glass from the table – aha, that explains the clatter – then tip over her chair – the bang – and then use a shard of glass to cut the ropes around her wrists. "Then she untied herself first and then me – the killjoy!" Birgit gives her mother a reproachful look.
Normally, your mother would have scolded Birgit for her comment – but in light of what she'd just experienced, she sends her to her room with a bar of chocolate and even allows her to watch some TV, even though it's long past her normal bedtime!
When Birgit has disappeared with her precious treasure – not without at least briefly tickling your bare feet – your mother finally turns to you. After all, you're still sitting on the chair with your mouth taped shut and tied up. Instead of working on your rope handcuffs, your mother is working on your head – ah, she'll take off the gag first! Good thing too!
Fully expecting to receive a bar of chocolate as compensation for the past few hours, you let your mother work on your head. But suddenly, you feel something being stuffed into your ears. Your mother then wraps your head several times with tape at mouth level, also securing the object in your ears. Suddenly, you hear a whooshing noise—and abruptly realize that your mother has taped headphones to your ears! You scream into your gag—but your mother turns off the light and leaves the room. After a few more seconds of whooshing, you hear a familiar male voice: "English School Book, Grade 8, Chapter 1, Listening Comprehension...!"
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Well that’s a twist lol
Bruh mom
But don’t make this one too long, it doesn’t have to be like 30 chapters
Bruh mom
But don’t make this one too long, it doesn’t have to be like 30 chapters
An English Textbook , that is cruel and unusual punishment.
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wow!!!
i never expected what happen in chapter 2!!!!
i never expected what happen in chapter 2!!!!
Part 3 (last? second to last? Let's see)
The next morning, you wake up with massive muscle soreness. You try to get up – and almost fall over in your chair. And you can't hear anything anymore. In a panic, you call for help – but something is blocking your mouth. You get goosebumps from shock – what's going on?
Only slowly do your memories of yesterday return. The attack by me – but also the subsequent tying up by your mother. What further jogs your memory is the smell of fresh pancakes from the kitchen.
Your sister appears and unties you from the chair. She also removes the tape around your head – a little more roughly than necessary! In response to your outcry, she simply replies, "You're lucky, brother! You had to spend a whole night tied up! I wish I were in your place!"
You ignore the comment and drag yourself into the shower in slow motion. For once, you're taking a contrast shower instead of a warm one, to at least somewhat heal the worst muscle soreness of your life. Luckily, the school year is coming to an end – at least you don't have to strain your brain much anymore!
With this pleasant thought, you head off to school after a delicious pancake breakfast – from your mother with a kiss on the cheek and from your sister with a sticking out tongue!
But a nasty surprise awaits you at school! For the first time, your teachers have ordered written tests for all students who are still unsure whether they will be promoted to the next grade! You had already noticed this at some point – but you didn't know that YOUR name was also on the list of participants – in English, of course!
This realization hits you like a bolt of lightning! Suddenly, your mind goes completely blank! Whether you'll still be in the same class with all your friends next school year or whether you'll have to listen to all the crap from this school year for another year depends solely on this last test – which you knew nothing about and obviously couldn't prepare for! What now? Should you just spontaneously call in sick?
Your phone vibrates. You don't need that kind of interruption right now! But maybe it's important?
A video message from your sister Birgit – maybe she wants to wish you luck? Curious, you press "Play."
The video shows your bathroom door from the inside. Then the camera slowly pans toward the shower. There's someone sitting on the floor. You take a closer look – and freeze! It's your sister Birgit! She's wearing her pajamas, barefoot, and her hands are tied to the showerhead holder above her head with cable ties! A washcloth is stuck between her teeth, which your sister spits out and speaks pleadingly into the camera. "Burglar! Listen carefully, brother! You absolutely have to make it to the next grade today! Otherwise... hmmmph!"
On the video, you watch as someone tries to stuff the washcloth your sister just spat out back into her mouth. She struggles violently, wriggles, and presses her lips together, but finally the washcloth is in her mouth and secured with another cloth. Then, under Birgit's constant muttering of protest, a distorted voice says: "If you don't pass today, Andrew, this is what's going to happen!"
What you see now makes your blood run cold! The black-gloved hand that was just covering your sister's mouth approaches the cold shower faucet as if in slow motion. Birgit's screams become increasingly shrill – then the video cuts off!
You stand stunned in the school hallway. But you know what's at stake! You have to pass!!!
Feedback as always!
The next morning, you wake up with massive muscle soreness. You try to get up – and almost fall over in your chair. And you can't hear anything anymore. In a panic, you call for help – but something is blocking your mouth. You get goosebumps from shock – what's going on?
Only slowly do your memories of yesterday return. The attack by me – but also the subsequent tying up by your mother. What further jogs your memory is the smell of fresh pancakes from the kitchen.
Your sister appears and unties you from the chair. She also removes the tape around your head – a little more roughly than necessary! In response to your outcry, she simply replies, "You're lucky, brother! You had to spend a whole night tied up! I wish I were in your place!"
You ignore the comment and drag yourself into the shower in slow motion. For once, you're taking a contrast shower instead of a warm one, to at least somewhat heal the worst muscle soreness of your life. Luckily, the school year is coming to an end – at least you don't have to strain your brain much anymore!
With this pleasant thought, you head off to school after a delicious pancake breakfast – from your mother with a kiss on the cheek and from your sister with a sticking out tongue!
But a nasty surprise awaits you at school! For the first time, your teachers have ordered written tests for all students who are still unsure whether they will be promoted to the next grade! You had already noticed this at some point – but you didn't know that YOUR name was also on the list of participants – in English, of course!
This realization hits you like a bolt of lightning! Suddenly, your mind goes completely blank! Whether you'll still be in the same class with all your friends next school year or whether you'll have to listen to all the crap from this school year for another year depends solely on this last test – which you knew nothing about and obviously couldn't prepare for! What now? Should you just spontaneously call in sick?
Your phone vibrates. You don't need that kind of interruption right now! But maybe it's important?
A video message from your sister Birgit – maybe she wants to wish you luck? Curious, you press "Play."
The video shows your bathroom door from the inside. Then the camera slowly pans toward the shower. There's someone sitting on the floor. You take a closer look – and freeze! It's your sister Birgit! She's wearing her pajamas, barefoot, and her hands are tied to the showerhead holder above her head with cable ties! A washcloth is stuck between her teeth, which your sister spits out and speaks pleadingly into the camera. "Burglar! Listen carefully, brother! You absolutely have to make it to the next grade today! Otherwise... hmmmph!"
On the video, you watch as someone tries to stuff the washcloth your sister just spat out back into her mouth. She struggles violently, wriggles, and presses her lips together, but finally the washcloth is in her mouth and secured with another cloth. Then, under Birgit's constant muttering of protest, a distorted voice says: "If you don't pass today, Andrew, this is what's going to happen!"
What you see now makes your blood run cold! The black-gloved hand that was just covering your sister's mouth approaches the cold shower faucet as if in slow motion. Birgit's screams become increasingly shrill – then the video cuts off!
You stand stunned in the school hallway. But you know what's at stake! You have to pass!!!
Feedback as always!
Well that's a new kind of demands you have while holding someone hostage
Novel way for mum to improve your performance. ( I presume that is what it is) with Brigitte playing along so well.
How did the burglar know about Andrew flunking English. This is so cornfuzzeling.
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I… hope it’s just my mom pranking me
Crap. I‘ll pass! For sure
Crap. I‘ll pass! For sure
Part 4
In the bathroom, your mother turned off the camera and took the washcloth out of Birgit's mouth. "Hopefully, that showed your brother, that lazybones, how important school is!" Birgit relaxed her cheek muscles before replying, "My brother is no lazybones! Still, our little 'motivational aid' certainly won't hurt him—it would be kind of weird if there were another grade between us!"
Your mother looked deep into Birgit's eyes! "You really want to go through with this? With all the consequences?" Birgit groaned, "Mommy! What could possibly happen! If it rains outside, I'll get wet too! That's nothing special!" "And are you warm enough? If your pajamas get wet, you'll be freezing!" Birgit rolled her eyes! "But it won't get wet, Mommy! I trust my brother! Andrew can do it!"
Your mother didn't seem to have much confidence in your academic performance—right? "Daughter—we can still call the whole thing off!" Now Birgit was furious! She tugged at her handcuffs—more out of emotion than because she intended to actually free herself—and shouted, "Damn it, Mommy! Don't get all stubborn! We're going through with this! End of discussion!"
Sighing, her mother gave in. Then she grinned and, saying, "Fine, if you really want an end to the discussion!", stuffed the washcloth back into Birgit's mouth and secured it with a strip of cloth, which she tied behind Biggi's head. Biggi mumbled something like "Thank you" into her renewed gag, her eyes smiling. "Okay, then we'll wait for messages from your brother! By the way—that voice-altering app you downloaded from the internet is really brilliant! Andrew really didn't recognize me!" Birgit smiled again—and sometimes a smile says more than a thousand words!
And how have things been going at school for you in the meantime? Well—actually pretty well. You had already answered almost all the questions and were sure you'd answered enough of them correctly to pass! But then your neighbor's eyes wandered over your paper a little too often. You expressed your displeasure a little too loudly, and now YOU got another F – for your alleged attempt at cheating! How unfair, but unfortunately the teacher didn't want to hear the truth!
You're thinking about how to delay the inevitable text message – when your phone rings. It's your mother! You feel a lump in your throat. Your hope that she'll just hang up isn't fulfilled!
What – and especially how – do you tell your mother, Tuggymale? Of course, at this point you have no idea about the nasty plan your mother and sister have hatched!
In the bathroom, your mother turned off the camera and took the washcloth out of Birgit's mouth. "Hopefully, that showed your brother, that lazybones, how important school is!" Birgit relaxed her cheek muscles before replying, "My brother is no lazybones! Still, our little 'motivational aid' certainly won't hurt him—it would be kind of weird if there were another grade between us!"
Your mother looked deep into Birgit's eyes! "You really want to go through with this? With all the consequences?" Birgit groaned, "Mommy! What could possibly happen! If it rains outside, I'll get wet too! That's nothing special!" "And are you warm enough? If your pajamas get wet, you'll be freezing!" Birgit rolled her eyes! "But it won't get wet, Mommy! I trust my brother! Andrew can do it!"
Your mother didn't seem to have much confidence in your academic performance—right? "Daughter—we can still call the whole thing off!" Now Birgit was furious! She tugged at her handcuffs—more out of emotion than because she intended to actually free herself—and shouted, "Damn it, Mommy! Don't get all stubborn! We're going through with this! End of discussion!"
Sighing, her mother gave in. Then she grinned and, saying, "Fine, if you really want an end to the discussion!", stuffed the washcloth back into Birgit's mouth and secured it with a strip of cloth, which she tied behind Biggi's head. Biggi mumbled something like "Thank you" into her renewed gag, her eyes smiling. "Okay, then we'll wait for messages from your brother! By the way—that voice-altering app you downloaded from the internet is really brilliant! Andrew really didn't recognize me!" Birgit smiled again—and sometimes a smile says more than a thousand words!
And how have things been going at school for you in the meantime? Well—actually pretty well. You had already answered almost all the questions and were sure you'd answered enough of them correctly to pass! But then your neighbor's eyes wandered over your paper a little too often. You expressed your displeasure a little too loudly, and now YOU got another F – for your alleged attempt at cheating! How unfair, but unfortunately the teacher didn't want to hear the truth!
You're thinking about how to delay the inevitable text message – when your phone rings. It's your mother! You feel a lump in your throat. Your hope that she'll just hang up isn't fulfilled!
What – and especially how – do you tell your mother, Tuggymale? Of course, at this point you have no idea about the nasty plan your mother and sister have hatched!
WOW if I would have talked to my mother like that i would still be hogtiedtied with handcuffs in the shower until I turn 65, I don't care what the circumstances were.. Great story by the way.
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What an unfair teacher
Yeah I‘ll just go the principal, screw it! He‘ll have to listen to me and he cannot possibly tell me that I am the one who gets an F for cheating
Yeah I‘ll just go the principal, screw it! He‘ll have to listen to me and he cannot possibly tell me that I am the one who gets an F for cheating