Website Migration Update
I moved the website to a new host, which I think will be more tolerant of the content this website hosts. Nevertheless, I do want to take a moment to remind everyone that the stories and content posted here MUST follow website rules, as it it not only my policy, but it is the policy of the hosts that permit our website to run on their servers. We WILL continue to enforce the rules, especially critical rules that, if broken, put this sites livelihood in jeapordy.
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This is a really fantastic update, love how in to it Tony is and that his parents are enjoying joining in more and more. Looking forward to the next part!
Really enjoying this and looking forward to the next instalment.
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Not knowing that their son had already slipped free, Diana and David were downstairs in the kitchen, passively leaning over the counter as Diana was boiling some water for tea.
"So, was being a kidnapper everything you thought it would be?" David joked, as he watched his wife take the pot from the heater, and bring it over to pour on top of the teabag in his mug.
"It was...interesting," Diana said, after a moment of thought. "Amusing...not at all like those terrible stories you hear about on the news; more like those old black & white television dramas I used to watch with my father."
David nodded in agreement, as his wife poured her own cup. "I think the boy likes the adventure of it; and being tied up just adds to the realism," the father reasoned, letting the steaming beverage cool a bit as he picked it up. "So us lending him a hand in doing the actual tying probably is a good thing."
"Well, I'm enjoying it, too," Diana said, taking a sip of the hot drink, and leaning back over the counter to smile mischievously at her husband. "So what are we doing about our little hostage upstairs?"
"We'll let him stew up there for a few minutes before we go check on him," David suggested, taking a gulp of the caffeinated beverage now that it had cooled a bit. "I've been reading up on the tropes of this sort of thing, so I figure we'll either do a ransom photo, or..."
There came a creaking sound from around the corner, and both David and Diana glanced over from the kitchen counter.
"...or maybe we need to think of something else," David finished, putting a finger to his lips to indicate that both he and Diana needed to remain silent, as the husband quietly crept out of the back of the kitchen.
Realizing that somebody had been eavesdropping, Diana collected the satchel of materials they'd brought in with them from the car...just as she heard a small "Mmmph!" emanate from just outside the kitchen, as David dragged Tony back inside, the father's hand pressed over his son's mouth, his other hand around the boy's flailing wrist to steady him.
"Mrmph!" Tony protested, voice muffled beneath his father's palm. "Lmt mm gmmph!"
"What's this?" David said, laughing as his son tried & failed to separate himself from his father's grip. "Looks like somebody's been snooping around!"
"He got free VERY quickly, didn't he?" Diana added, impressed by how fast Tony had escaped.
"You' were supposed to stay tied & gagged upstairs, kid," David said to Tony, as he stomped his foot. "What are you doing down here?"
"Mmm...you didn't say I wasn't allowed to untie myself!" Tony pointed out, as his father lifted his hand to allow him to speak. "Besides...it wasn't like it was hard to get free...all I had to do was slip my arms under my legs!"
Tony's parents looked back at each other, shaking their heads at their son's criticisms.
It sounded like he was actually DISAPPOINTED with their performance!
"Well, if you're going complain that much...I guess we outta do a better job, then," David chuckled, tilting his head over at his wife. "But first...better shut him up again."
"Got it," Diana giggled, fishing around inside the satchel; this time producing a roll of the silver duct tape, before tearing off a piece and walking over.
Tony feigned horror as his mother approached. "No!" he cried, as his father held his arms behind his back. "Don't gag me again...GMPH!"
The wide piece of duct tape cut him off, as his mother smoothed it against his cheeks. "I can't get over how much I adore doing that," Diana gushed, as Tony shook his head indignantly.
"Mmmph!" he muttered defiantly, furrowing his brow up at his mother, growing flush with embarrassment.
"Let's take the brat downstairs, and tie him up properly," David said, as he pulled Tony towards the hall. "Grab the bag."
"Nnmph!" Tony continued to mumble under the tape, as he was marched downstairs, his mother close behind with the satchel of materials.
Evidently, his parents had already prepared for the next phase of their arranged game...Tony was surprised to see that a metal folding chair was already waiting for him in the center of the basement, and a tripod mounted across from it, with a video recorder.
"Whmdyrm dmphng?" Tony inquired, already having a good idea of what his father had in mind as he brought the boy over to the chair, and made him sit down.
"Sit still, kid," David commanded, as his wife handed him a soft white rope from the bag, and began binding Tony's wrists behind his back through the gap in the folding chair.
Diana, meanwhile, tore off two more strips of duct tape, and applied them over the first to complete the boy's gag. "I think three strips looks right, doesn't it?" she mused, running her thumbs across the tape to eliminate the crinkles.
Tony's eyes went wide as he simultaneously felt himself being bound & gagged...he'd always had to progress step-by-step whenever he tied himself up; he'd never experienced it happening at the same time before!
"Mmmph! Hmmph!" Tony mumbled, as his father took a longer piece of white rope from the bag, and began looping it around his arms. "Hlmmph mmph!"
"Shh..." his mother crooned, as she started binding his ankles together with her own rope. "It'll be alright!"
"Nnmph! Hlmmph!" Tony continued to mumble, as he started to squirm around in the chair, feeling himself held back against the seat as his father finished tying his upper body.
"Think you'll be able to slip out of THAT, kid?" David challenged, stepping out from behind where Tony sat, crossing his arms as he stared down at his son.
Tony gave an approving nod, as his mother starting binding his legs together just below his knees. "Ymph, thsm sm tghmtrm thm bfrm," Tony said, talking under the duct tape.
Diana clapped her hands when she was finished, rising to her feet as she stared in wonder at her handiwork. "How'd I do?" she asked.
"Marvelous," her husband answered, giving her hand a squeeze as they stood next to each other. "The kid's not going anywhere, I think."
"Gmt mm nmt fm hrmph!" Tony exclaimed, cheeks puffing out beneath the gray tape, bouncing in the seat as he strained against the cord holding him to it. "Hlmmph!"
Both David & Diana had to surpress their laughter as they watched Tony struggle in futility.
"Hmm...I think he's missing something," Diana mused, stooping down to rummage in the bag on the floor.
"Oh?" David intoned.
His wife took out another white handkerchief, and folded it in half. "They always used these white cloths on the shows me and my father watched on TV," she confided, walking over behind where her son sat. "For "gags", I mean....I always thought it looked funny."
"Should work better with that tape underneath," David noted, as Tony nodded up at his mother.
"Ymph!" Tony mumbled in approval. "Mmm lkm thm wym thymv lkmmph!"
"Well, then..." Diana breathed, lowering the band of white cloth down over her son's face, and pulling it tightly over his duct taped mouth. "I'm glad we're in agreement."
"Mmmph!" Tony exclaimed, leaning into the fantasy as he was being thoroughly gagged, and his mother tied the handkerchief into place.
Just then, as Diana was knotting the gag behind Tony's head; DAvid felt his cell phone buzz in his pocket.
Frowning, he pulled it out, and stared at the security notification, indicating that someone was at their front door.
"It's Bella," David said, holding the cell phone up for his wife to see. "Looks like she's back from her friend's house."
Bella was Tony's little sister, by a year.
"Mmmph!" Tony said, looking between his parents. "Whmt rm ym gnmph dmmph?"
"Oh, goodness...what are we going to do about...this?" Diana asked worriedly, gesturing at their son, now bound, gagged & confined to their basement.
David puzzled over the situation for a moment, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Well..." he said slowly, a grin starting to form. "If the kid can stay quiet....maybe we can double our ransom."
Both Tony and Diana stared dumbfounded at David, trying to understand the implication...
...and then Diana raised a hand to her lips. "Oh!" she exclaimed in comprehension.
Tony, meanwhile, began bobbing his head in excitement, realizing what his father intended.
"I'lm bm qumnt," Tony promised through the tape & cloth now muffling his speech. "Wm cnm mk nmt nm srpsmph..."
"Oh!" she
"So, was being a kidnapper everything you thought it would be?" David joked, as he watched his wife take the pot from the heater, and bring it over to pour on top of the teabag in his mug.
"It was...interesting," Diana said, after a moment of thought. "Amusing...not at all like those terrible stories you hear about on the news; more like those old black & white television dramas I used to watch with my father."
David nodded in agreement, as his wife poured her own cup. "I think the boy likes the adventure of it; and being tied up just adds to the realism," the father reasoned, letting the steaming beverage cool a bit as he picked it up. "So us lending him a hand in doing the actual tying probably is a good thing."
"Well, I'm enjoying it, too," Diana said, taking a sip of the hot drink, and leaning back over the counter to smile mischievously at her husband. "So what are we doing about our little hostage upstairs?"
"We'll let him stew up there for a few minutes before we go check on him," David suggested, taking a gulp of the caffeinated beverage now that it had cooled a bit. "I've been reading up on the tropes of this sort of thing, so I figure we'll either do a ransom photo, or..."
There came a creaking sound from around the corner, and both David and Diana glanced over from the kitchen counter.
"...or maybe we need to think of something else," David finished, putting a finger to his lips to indicate that both he and Diana needed to remain silent, as the husband quietly crept out of the back of the kitchen.
Realizing that somebody had been eavesdropping, Diana collected the satchel of materials they'd brought in with them from the car...just as she heard a small "Mmmph!" emanate from just outside the kitchen, as David dragged Tony back inside, the father's hand pressed over his son's mouth, his other hand around the boy's flailing wrist to steady him.
"Mrmph!" Tony protested, voice muffled beneath his father's palm. "Lmt mm gmmph!"
"What's this?" David said, laughing as his son tried & failed to separate himself from his father's grip. "Looks like somebody's been snooping around!"
"He got free VERY quickly, didn't he?" Diana added, impressed by how fast Tony had escaped.
"You' were supposed to stay tied & gagged upstairs, kid," David said to Tony, as he stomped his foot. "What are you doing down here?"
"Mmm...you didn't say I wasn't allowed to untie myself!" Tony pointed out, as his father lifted his hand to allow him to speak. "Besides...it wasn't like it was hard to get free...all I had to do was slip my arms under my legs!"
Tony's parents looked back at each other, shaking their heads at their son's criticisms.
It sounded like he was actually DISAPPOINTED with their performance!
"Well, if you're going complain that much...I guess we outta do a better job, then," David chuckled, tilting his head over at his wife. "But first...better shut him up again."
"Got it," Diana giggled, fishing around inside the satchel; this time producing a roll of the silver duct tape, before tearing off a piece and walking over.
Tony feigned horror as his mother approached. "No!" he cried, as his father held his arms behind his back. "Don't gag me again...GMPH!"
The wide piece of duct tape cut him off, as his mother smoothed it against his cheeks. "I can't get over how much I adore doing that," Diana gushed, as Tony shook his head indignantly.
"Mmmph!" he muttered defiantly, furrowing his brow up at his mother, growing flush with embarrassment.
"Let's take the brat downstairs, and tie him up properly," David said, as he pulled Tony towards the hall. "Grab the bag."
"Nnmph!" Tony continued to mumble under the tape, as he was marched downstairs, his mother close behind with the satchel of materials.
Evidently, his parents had already prepared for the next phase of their arranged game...Tony was surprised to see that a metal folding chair was already waiting for him in the center of the basement, and a tripod mounted across from it, with a video recorder.
"Whmdyrm dmphng?" Tony inquired, already having a good idea of what his father had in mind as he brought the boy over to the chair, and made him sit down.
"Sit still, kid," David commanded, as his wife handed him a soft white rope from the bag, and began binding Tony's wrists behind his back through the gap in the folding chair.
Diana, meanwhile, tore off two more strips of duct tape, and applied them over the first to complete the boy's gag. "I think three strips looks right, doesn't it?" she mused, running her thumbs across the tape to eliminate the crinkles.
Tony's eyes went wide as he simultaneously felt himself being bound & gagged...he'd always had to progress step-by-step whenever he tied himself up; he'd never experienced it happening at the same time before!
"Mmmph! Hmmph!" Tony mumbled, as his father took a longer piece of white rope from the bag, and began looping it around his arms. "Hlmmph mmph!"
"Shh..." his mother crooned, as she started binding his ankles together with her own rope. "It'll be alright!"
"Nnmph! Hlmmph!" Tony continued to mumble, as he started to squirm around in the chair, feeling himself held back against the seat as his father finished tying his upper body.
"Think you'll be able to slip out of THAT, kid?" David challenged, stepping out from behind where Tony sat, crossing his arms as he stared down at his son.
Tony gave an approving nod, as his mother starting binding his legs together just below his knees. "Ymph, thsm sm tghmtrm thm bfrm," Tony said, talking under the duct tape.
Diana clapped her hands when she was finished, rising to her feet as she stared in wonder at her handiwork. "How'd I do?" she asked.
"Marvelous," her husband answered, giving her hand a squeeze as they stood next to each other. "The kid's not going anywhere, I think."
"Gmt mm nmt fm hrmph!" Tony exclaimed, cheeks puffing out beneath the gray tape, bouncing in the seat as he strained against the cord holding him to it. "Hlmmph!"
Both David & Diana had to surpress their laughter as they watched Tony struggle in futility.
"Hmm...I think he's missing something," Diana mused, stooping down to rummage in the bag on the floor.
"Oh?" David intoned.
His wife took out another white handkerchief, and folded it in half. "They always used these white cloths on the shows me and my father watched on TV," she confided, walking over behind where her son sat. "For "gags", I mean....I always thought it looked funny."
"Should work better with that tape underneath," David noted, as Tony nodded up at his mother.
"Ymph!" Tony mumbled in approval. "Mmm lkm thm wym thymv lkmmph!"
"Well, then..." Diana breathed, lowering the band of white cloth down over her son's face, and pulling it tightly over his duct taped mouth. "I'm glad we're in agreement."
"Mmmph!" Tony exclaimed, leaning into the fantasy as he was being thoroughly gagged, and his mother tied the handkerchief into place.
Just then, as Diana was knotting the gag behind Tony's head; DAvid felt his cell phone buzz in his pocket.
Frowning, he pulled it out, and stared at the security notification, indicating that someone was at their front door.
"It's Bella," David said, holding the cell phone up for his wife to see. "Looks like she's back from her friend's house."
Bella was Tony's little sister, by a year.
"Mmmph!" Tony said, looking between his parents. "Whmt rm ym gnmph dmmph?"
"Oh, goodness...what are we going to do about...this?" Diana asked worriedly, gesturing at their son, now bound, gagged & confined to their basement.
David puzzled over the situation for a moment, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Well..." he said slowly, a grin starting to form. "If the kid can stay quiet....maybe we can double our ransom."
Both Tony and Diana stared dumbfounded at David, trying to understand the implication...
...and then Diana raised a hand to her lips. "Oh!" she exclaimed in comprehension.
Tony, meanwhile, began bobbing his head in excitement, realizing what his father intended.
"I'lm bm qumnt," Tony promised through the tape & cloth now muffling his speech. "Wm cnm mk nmt nm srpsmph..."
"Oh!" she
Fantastic update! This is quickly becoming one of my favorite stories of all time.
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This is great stuff. I wonder what will happen to Bella now 
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2 for the price of 1, er 2, um im confused. Double the trouble, double the fun, doublemint gum.
A brother/sister kidnapping, how fun.
A brother/sister kidnapping, how fun.
To tie you up is human, to tie you up and tickle you is divine. ME 
I am loving this, can’t wait for the next instalment. And wondering how Diana is going to get tied up.
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harveygasson
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Great new part to the story and Bella involved next too!
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Bella Korbeau slowly shut the door behind her, pocketing her house key once she entered her family’s dwelling…she’d spent the first part of her afternoon at her friend’s house; opting to take the school bus with her so that they could both have a study session. The two girls were practically neighbors, so Bella’s parents had allowed her to walk home afterwards from across the street.
Like her brother, she wore a uniform for the private school they both attended: a white collared button-up, grey vest, blue necktie tucked underneath, black shoes…except Bella wore a short blue skirt for the girl’s uniform. She had brown eyes like her brother, and wore a black hairband with medium length, straight black hair that went down just below her ears.
“Hello?” Bella called, slipping her backpack off and setting it down at the base of the stairs in the foyer. “Mom? Dad? I’m home!”
When there was no response, Bella shrugged and opted to head straight for the kitchen, to grab a soda from the fridge. Upon entering the kitchen, however; she found her mother, Diana, zipping up a black duffel bag on the kitchen table.
“Oh, hey Mom,” Bella greeted, as she saw her mother flinch as she spoke, and whirled around, her hands resting on the edge of the tabletop.
“Bella, honey!” Diana answered warmly, smiling back at her daughter. “How was your friend’s house?”
“Fine,” Bella responded nonchalantly, frowning at her mom as she eyed her & the bag behind her. “You didn’t answer when I came in.”
“Ah, I must not have heard you,” Diana apologized, putting on a strained smile.
“What’s that?” Bella asked innocently, gesturing to the bag.
“Oh, this?” Diana said, patting the duffel. “Your father was just clearing some stuff out of the garage.”
“Where’s he?” Bella inquired, gaze drifting beyond the kitchen. “With Tony?”
“I think so…” her mother said, trailing off.
Bella tilted her head curiously, and went for the refrigerator, and pulled out a cold can of cola from inside, snapping the tab open. “Well, I’m going to put my stuff upstairs,” Bella told her mother, sipping the drink as she left the kitchen.
“Sounds good, dear,” Diana said after her, watching her depart. She sighed, turning back around to finish zipping up the black duffel…concealing the bundle of rope that had been slightly poking out from the corner of the bag…
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“Did you manage to grab the supplies before saw you?” David asked his wife, as she came stepping down the basement stairs.
Diana sighed. “Barely,” she told him, handing her husband the the duffel, with their son sitting between them off to the side.
“Mmmmph! Gmmmph!” Tony was grunting, bending his tied legs up into his chest as he rocked against the chair, allowing the gag to mask the sounds of his yells from down in the basement. “Hlmmph!”
“So, how are we going to bring Bella into this?” questioned Diana, watching her son struggle futilely. “Should we just go grab her?”
“We could,” David considered, taking a look inside the bag. “Although, we should probably give her a heads up, so we don’t startle her.”
“Aw, but it was such a nice surprise when we picked Tony up from school,” Diana pouted, smiling over at Tony, as the boy pretended to shake his head defiantly.
David paused thoughtfully, rubbing his jaw. “How about this,” he said finally, as he explained how they would wrangle their daughter into their joint kidnapping scheme…
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"Bella?" Diana's voice rang out, from somewhere below. "Do you have a moment, honey?"
Bella looked over from her bed, having taken a break to go skimming through Tiktok on her cellphone, hearing her mother calling from downstairs. "Coming, Mom!" she replied back, setting her cellphone down on her nightstand before jumping off the mattress, and leaving the bedroom.
As the dark-haired girl descended the stairs, she once again found her mother in the kitchen awaiting her, sitting at the table, scrolling on her tablet; though the duffel in the table had disappeared. "What'd you need, Mom?" Bella asked.
"Could you help your father real quick? Diana asked, pointing towards the hallway leading from the kitchen to where the basement stairs were located. "He's doing some kind of project."
Bella nodded, saying, "Sure, Mom," before heading for the basement.
"Dad...?" Bella ventured, voice rebounding off the walls in the narrow space as she clambered down to the lowest level of the house. "Mom said you needed me...?"
"...mmmmmph...!!"
Bella paused for a half-second on the last stretch of stairs, having heard an unfamiliar sound. "Dad?" she asked again, continuing on. "Is that you...?"
Upon reaching the bottom, Bella froze, as she stared in shock at the source of the noise...her brother, Tony, was seated in the middle of the basement; and he was tied up!
"Blmmph!" Tony mumbled, eyes wide above a smooth white cloth that was covering his mouth, shifting around in a metal folding chair. White rope encircled her arms, appearing to hold him against the metallic seat, ankles & knees secured together with more rope. "Bm crmnflmph!"
"What's going on...?" Bella asked, confused, as she slowly approached him, spying the tripod positioned across from him with the video camcorder, and a familiar black duffel bag resting on the carpet. "Is this one of your self tie-up games?"
Tony shook his head furiously, trying to tell her something through the gag. "Mmm bm kdnppnd!" he mumbled, leaning forward in the chair as far as he could, the rope holding him back. "Ym nmnd tm rnm!"
"I can't understand you with that on," Bella giggled, gesturing to the gag, causing Tony to stomp his feet in frustration.
"Tmk thm gmg mff!" Tony said, attempting to switch tactics as he started jutting out his chin, urging his sister to come closer.
Realizing his intention, Bella walked up to where her brother sat, and reached up to pull the soft white fabric down from his lower face...and was surprised to see that he also had three strips of grey duct tape plastered over his lips.
"Wow, you really gagged yourself, this time," Bella whistled, frowning at the duct tape.
Tony shook his head. "Nm tllng ym, nmt wsmn't mmph!" her brother tried to say, lips moving underneath the adhesive.
"Hang on," Bella said to him, lifting her hand to try and peel back the corner of the tape. "I don't wanna do this too quickly..."
"No so fast there, kid!" came a deeper voice...a familiar voice...from around the corner of the basement.
Bella turned to see her father now standing in the open, in his business pants & blue collared shirt....and a length of white rope stretched between his hands, which were amusingly covered by a pair of black gloves.
"Dad?" Bella asked, straightening as she and her brother looked over towards him. "What's going on?"
"We were in the middle of kidnapping this "brat" for a ransom," David revealed with a smile, throwing a nod to Tony sitting in the chair. "But it looks like we've got ourselves a snoop now, meddling in our affairs!"
It dawned on Bella then, that she hadn't interrupted one of Tony's games...not exactly.
"YOU'RE who tied him up!?" Bella exclaimed in disbelief, as Tony nodded vigorously.
"Mm-hmm!" Tony confirmed, duct tape still gagging him. "Thym kdnmmpd mm frm schlmph!"
"We scooped him up after school," came a woman's voice from behind where Bella stood, as the daughter whirled around to see her mother coming down the stairs, blocking where she'd come from.
"BOTH of you?" Bella gasped, eyes dancing between her parents, amazed. "But why?"
"We thought it'd be fun to help Tony out," her father elaborated, giving the girl a wink. "We were just about to start the next part of the game; when we heard you come home."
"...so you're just playing along?" Bella stated, coming to understand.
"And we thought you might want to participate," Diana offered.
Bella blinked. "As a hostage-taker?"
"No, silly," Diana giggled. "As a hostage!"
Bella was taken aback. "Like...tied up?"
"You did barge into our hideout," David pointed out to his daughter, chuckling to himself. "We can't allow you to leave now!"
Bella placed her hands on her hips, just above her uniformed skirt. "Tony and I did always have to take turns whenever we tied each other up," she reasoned slowly. "And I have always wanted to be a real snoop."
"So you'd like to play?" DIana asked, striding over to her daughter.
Bella nodded. "Sure," she agreed. "How do we start? Or...continue...?"
"First things first," her father said, taking her hands behind her back. "Gotta make sure you can't escape."
Bella felt the soft white rope tighten around her wrists, as her father bound them together behind her back. "You think you villains can stop the legendary Korbeau Siblings?" Bella declared, deciding to lean into her "snooping" persona.
Her mother placed a hand over her daughter's mouth, silencing her while her father went to fetch another folding chair from the basement storage room. "We already have," Diana teased.
"Mmph!" Bella muttered beneath her mother's palm, as she watched her father return with a second metal chair, unfolding it next to where Tony sat.
The boy watched as her sister was escorted over & sat down beside him by his mother, as his Dad opened up the black duffel on the floor, and pulled out more rope, and the roll of duct tape.
Bella's eyes fixated on the tape above her mother's hand. "Rm ym gnmph ysm thmnt?" she mumbled.
"Honey, why don't you go ahead and take this, and gag this girl like her brother," David suggested to his wife, handing her the roll of tape.
"With pleasure," Diana cackled, taking her hand off Bella's mouth so that she could tear off a piece of the gray tape.
"You won't get away with this!" Bella said defiantly, once she could speak. "You...GMMPH!"
Bella grimanced, as her mother lowered the piece of duct tape down over her face from behind her, pulling it backward so that it pressed against her mouth, mid-speech.
"I think that's my favorite part," Diana giggled, as she ripped off another piece, and Bella blinked in surprise by how abrupt her mother had been in gagging her. "They get so quiet all of a sudden!"
"Hmmph!" Bella grunted, as though challenging that statement, as her mother wasted no time applying two more pieces over the first, the daughter leaning back in her chair slightly as Diana ran her fingers over the girl's cheeks to smooth the wrinkles.
Tony looked at her sister sympathetically, as the sibling locked eyes, both now sporting matching rectangles of dull gray tape over their mouths.
"Mmmph," Tony intoned, wriggling in his chair.
"Grmmmph," Bella groaned back at him, before looking down to see her father already binding her legs together. "Mrmmmmph!"
"Finish tying her to the chair, darling," David said to his wife, passing her up a another bundle of rope from the duffel.
"Oh, very nice!" DIana said giddily, taking the white cord, unfurling it, and starting to wrap it around Bella's arms & behind the metal chair, just like her brother.
"Nmmph! Rmmph!" Bella mumbled through the duct tape, wringing her bound wrists behind her through the gap in the folding chair, as she felt both her parents finish tightening the knots, until she could no longer move adequately. "Gmt mm nmt mm hrmph!"
"Lmt hrm gmph!" Tony joined in, until both kids were both grunting & fidgeting in their chairs, nearly identical in their school uniforms & bindings.
"Aw, listen to the two of them!" Diana said gleefully, resting a hand between them on both their shoulders. "Aren't they cute!?"
"Still a bit too noisy for their own good," David sighed, standing back up, and producing another white handkerchief from his back pocket. "Get the boy's gag back over his mouth; and I'll gag the girl."
"Right!" Diana remembered, before pulling the ends of the cloth still dangling around Tony's neck.
"Gnrmmnmmph...!!" Tony sputtered, as he felt the gag pulled firmly back over his taped mouth, shutting his eyes as he felt it tighten back into place.
"Tnymph, rm ymph...GMMPH!?" Bella started to mumble reassuringly to her brother, before her father abruptly pulled the white cloth band down over her own mouth. "Mmmph! Hmmmph!"
Both siblings tapped their feet impotently on the carpeted floor, unable to do anything to prevent their gags from being applied, tied to the chairs as they were.
"There we go," David said gruffly, lightly tussling both of his children's hair once they were silenced. "That should shut them up."
"Mmmmmmmmph...!!" the two siblings whined, slumping in their seats as they solemnly looked at one another.
Now strictly tied to the chairs with the white rope, and with identical white handkerchiefs serving as gags; both children now resembled the same sort of victims they'd seen on television shows, or the book covers of their favorite detective novels.
"The two of you behave yourselves, now!" David warned them, jabbing a finger from Bella to Tony, as they stared up at him. "Your mother...I mean, my partner...and I are going upstairs to make some phone calls." Their father snickered. "But we'll be back to check on you."
"Ym wmn't gmn't awym wmth thsmph!" Bella exclaimed.
"Ymph, lmt umnphf gmph!" Tony added, twisting in the chair. "Nm ngmg usmphf!"
"Hush, now," Diana teased, draping an arm on her husband's shoulder affectionately. "And keep those delightful gags on."
This only served to make her children bob their heads in frustration, mumbling with renewed effort as Bella and Tony watched both their parents head towards the basement stairs, leaving the pair of young hostages to struggle a they disappeared back up to the main floor of the house.
"Hlmmmmmph!" they both yelled after them, either taking turns shouting through their gags, or sometimes in unison. "Hlmmmmph! Smbymmph hlmmmmph umphf....!!"
Like her brother, she wore a uniform for the private school they both attended: a white collared button-up, grey vest, blue necktie tucked underneath, black shoes…except Bella wore a short blue skirt for the girl’s uniform. She had brown eyes like her brother, and wore a black hairband with medium length, straight black hair that went down just below her ears.
“Hello?” Bella called, slipping her backpack off and setting it down at the base of the stairs in the foyer. “Mom? Dad? I’m home!”
When there was no response, Bella shrugged and opted to head straight for the kitchen, to grab a soda from the fridge. Upon entering the kitchen, however; she found her mother, Diana, zipping up a black duffel bag on the kitchen table.
“Oh, hey Mom,” Bella greeted, as she saw her mother flinch as she spoke, and whirled around, her hands resting on the edge of the tabletop.
“Bella, honey!” Diana answered warmly, smiling back at her daughter. “How was your friend’s house?”
“Fine,” Bella responded nonchalantly, frowning at her mom as she eyed her & the bag behind her. “You didn’t answer when I came in.”
“Ah, I must not have heard you,” Diana apologized, putting on a strained smile.
“What’s that?” Bella asked innocently, gesturing to the bag.
“Oh, this?” Diana said, patting the duffel. “Your father was just clearing some stuff out of the garage.”
“Where’s he?” Bella inquired, gaze drifting beyond the kitchen. “With Tony?”
“I think so…” her mother said, trailing off.
Bella tilted her head curiously, and went for the refrigerator, and pulled out a cold can of cola from inside, snapping the tab open. “Well, I’m going to put my stuff upstairs,” Bella told her mother, sipping the drink as she left the kitchen.
“Sounds good, dear,” Diana said after her, watching her depart. She sighed, turning back around to finish zipping up the black duffel…concealing the bundle of rope that had been slightly poking out from the corner of the bag…
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“Did you manage to grab the supplies before saw you?” David asked his wife, as she came stepping down the basement stairs.
Diana sighed. “Barely,” she told him, handing her husband the the duffel, with their son sitting between them off to the side.
“Mmmmph! Gmmmph!” Tony was grunting, bending his tied legs up into his chest as he rocked against the chair, allowing the gag to mask the sounds of his yells from down in the basement. “Hlmmph!”
“So, how are we going to bring Bella into this?” questioned Diana, watching her son struggle futilely. “Should we just go grab her?”
“We could,” David considered, taking a look inside the bag. “Although, we should probably give her a heads up, so we don’t startle her.”
“Aw, but it was such a nice surprise when we picked Tony up from school,” Diana pouted, smiling over at Tony, as the boy pretended to shake his head defiantly.
David paused thoughtfully, rubbing his jaw. “How about this,” he said finally, as he explained how they would wrangle their daughter into their joint kidnapping scheme…
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"Bella?" Diana's voice rang out, from somewhere below. "Do you have a moment, honey?"
Bella looked over from her bed, having taken a break to go skimming through Tiktok on her cellphone, hearing her mother calling from downstairs. "Coming, Mom!" she replied back, setting her cellphone down on her nightstand before jumping off the mattress, and leaving the bedroom.
As the dark-haired girl descended the stairs, she once again found her mother in the kitchen awaiting her, sitting at the table, scrolling on her tablet; though the duffel in the table had disappeared. "What'd you need, Mom?" Bella asked.
"Could you help your father real quick? Diana asked, pointing towards the hallway leading from the kitchen to where the basement stairs were located. "He's doing some kind of project."
Bella nodded, saying, "Sure, Mom," before heading for the basement.
"Dad...?" Bella ventured, voice rebounding off the walls in the narrow space as she clambered down to the lowest level of the house. "Mom said you needed me...?"
"...mmmmmph...!!"
Bella paused for a half-second on the last stretch of stairs, having heard an unfamiliar sound. "Dad?" she asked again, continuing on. "Is that you...?"
Upon reaching the bottom, Bella froze, as she stared in shock at the source of the noise...her brother, Tony, was seated in the middle of the basement; and he was tied up!
"Blmmph!" Tony mumbled, eyes wide above a smooth white cloth that was covering his mouth, shifting around in a metal folding chair. White rope encircled her arms, appearing to hold him against the metallic seat, ankles & knees secured together with more rope. "Bm crmnflmph!"
"What's going on...?" Bella asked, confused, as she slowly approached him, spying the tripod positioned across from him with the video camcorder, and a familiar black duffel bag resting on the carpet. "Is this one of your self tie-up games?"
Tony shook his head furiously, trying to tell her something through the gag. "Mmm bm kdnppnd!" he mumbled, leaning forward in the chair as far as he could, the rope holding him back. "Ym nmnd tm rnm!"
"I can't understand you with that on," Bella giggled, gesturing to the gag, causing Tony to stomp his feet in frustration.
"Tmk thm gmg mff!" Tony said, attempting to switch tactics as he started jutting out his chin, urging his sister to come closer.
Realizing his intention, Bella walked up to where her brother sat, and reached up to pull the soft white fabric down from his lower face...and was surprised to see that he also had three strips of grey duct tape plastered over his lips.
"Wow, you really gagged yourself, this time," Bella whistled, frowning at the duct tape.
Tony shook his head. "Nm tllng ym, nmt wsmn't mmph!" her brother tried to say, lips moving underneath the adhesive.
"Hang on," Bella said to him, lifting her hand to try and peel back the corner of the tape. "I don't wanna do this too quickly..."
"No so fast there, kid!" came a deeper voice...a familiar voice...from around the corner of the basement.
Bella turned to see her father now standing in the open, in his business pants & blue collared shirt....and a length of white rope stretched between his hands, which were amusingly covered by a pair of black gloves.
"Dad?" Bella asked, straightening as she and her brother looked over towards him. "What's going on?"
"We were in the middle of kidnapping this "brat" for a ransom," David revealed with a smile, throwing a nod to Tony sitting in the chair. "But it looks like we've got ourselves a snoop now, meddling in our affairs!"
It dawned on Bella then, that she hadn't interrupted one of Tony's games...not exactly.
"YOU'RE who tied him up!?" Bella exclaimed in disbelief, as Tony nodded vigorously.
"Mm-hmm!" Tony confirmed, duct tape still gagging him. "Thym kdnmmpd mm frm schlmph!"
"We scooped him up after school," came a woman's voice from behind where Bella stood, as the daughter whirled around to see her mother coming down the stairs, blocking where she'd come from.
"BOTH of you?" Bella gasped, eyes dancing between her parents, amazed. "But why?"
"We thought it'd be fun to help Tony out," her father elaborated, giving the girl a wink. "We were just about to start the next part of the game; when we heard you come home."
"...so you're just playing along?" Bella stated, coming to understand.
"And we thought you might want to participate," Diana offered.
Bella blinked. "As a hostage-taker?"
"No, silly," Diana giggled. "As a hostage!"
Bella was taken aback. "Like...tied up?"
"You did barge into our hideout," David pointed out to his daughter, chuckling to himself. "We can't allow you to leave now!"
Bella placed her hands on her hips, just above her uniformed skirt. "Tony and I did always have to take turns whenever we tied each other up," she reasoned slowly. "And I have always wanted to be a real snoop."
"So you'd like to play?" DIana asked, striding over to her daughter.
Bella nodded. "Sure," she agreed. "How do we start? Or...continue...?"
"First things first," her father said, taking her hands behind her back. "Gotta make sure you can't escape."
Bella felt the soft white rope tighten around her wrists, as her father bound them together behind her back. "You think you villains can stop the legendary Korbeau Siblings?" Bella declared, deciding to lean into her "snooping" persona.
Her mother placed a hand over her daughter's mouth, silencing her while her father went to fetch another folding chair from the basement storage room. "We already have," Diana teased.
"Mmph!" Bella muttered beneath her mother's palm, as she watched her father return with a second metal chair, unfolding it next to where Tony sat.
The boy watched as her sister was escorted over & sat down beside him by his mother, as his Dad opened up the black duffel on the floor, and pulled out more rope, and the roll of duct tape.
Bella's eyes fixated on the tape above her mother's hand. "Rm ym gnmph ysm thmnt?" she mumbled.
"Honey, why don't you go ahead and take this, and gag this girl like her brother," David suggested to his wife, handing her the roll of tape.
"With pleasure," Diana cackled, taking her hand off Bella's mouth so that she could tear off a piece of the gray tape.
"You won't get away with this!" Bella said defiantly, once she could speak. "You...GMMPH!"
Bella grimanced, as her mother lowered the piece of duct tape down over her face from behind her, pulling it backward so that it pressed against her mouth, mid-speech.
"I think that's my favorite part," Diana giggled, as she ripped off another piece, and Bella blinked in surprise by how abrupt her mother had been in gagging her. "They get so quiet all of a sudden!"
"Hmmph!" Bella grunted, as though challenging that statement, as her mother wasted no time applying two more pieces over the first, the daughter leaning back in her chair slightly as Diana ran her fingers over the girl's cheeks to smooth the wrinkles.
Tony looked at her sister sympathetically, as the sibling locked eyes, both now sporting matching rectangles of dull gray tape over their mouths.
"Mmmph," Tony intoned, wriggling in his chair.
"Grmmmph," Bella groaned back at him, before looking down to see her father already binding her legs together. "Mrmmmmph!"
"Finish tying her to the chair, darling," David said to his wife, passing her up a another bundle of rope from the duffel.
"Oh, very nice!" DIana said giddily, taking the white cord, unfurling it, and starting to wrap it around Bella's arms & behind the metal chair, just like her brother.
"Nmmph! Rmmph!" Bella mumbled through the duct tape, wringing her bound wrists behind her through the gap in the folding chair, as she felt both her parents finish tightening the knots, until she could no longer move adequately. "Gmt mm nmt mm hrmph!"
"Lmt hrm gmph!" Tony joined in, until both kids were both grunting & fidgeting in their chairs, nearly identical in their school uniforms & bindings.
"Aw, listen to the two of them!" Diana said gleefully, resting a hand between them on both their shoulders. "Aren't they cute!?"
"Still a bit too noisy for their own good," David sighed, standing back up, and producing another white handkerchief from his back pocket. "Get the boy's gag back over his mouth; and I'll gag the girl."
"Right!" Diana remembered, before pulling the ends of the cloth still dangling around Tony's neck.
"Gnrmmnmmph...!!" Tony sputtered, as he felt the gag pulled firmly back over his taped mouth, shutting his eyes as he felt it tighten back into place.
"Tnymph, rm ymph...GMMPH!?" Bella started to mumble reassuringly to her brother, before her father abruptly pulled the white cloth band down over her own mouth. "Mmmph! Hmmmph!"
Both siblings tapped their feet impotently on the carpeted floor, unable to do anything to prevent their gags from being applied, tied to the chairs as they were.
"There we go," David said gruffly, lightly tussling both of his children's hair once they were silenced. "That should shut them up."
"Mmmmmmmmph...!!" the two siblings whined, slumping in their seats as they solemnly looked at one another.
Now strictly tied to the chairs with the white rope, and with identical white handkerchiefs serving as gags; both children now resembled the same sort of victims they'd seen on television shows, or the book covers of their favorite detective novels.
"The two of you behave yourselves, now!" David warned them, jabbing a finger from Bella to Tony, as they stared up at him. "Your mother...I mean, my partner...and I are going upstairs to make some phone calls." Their father snickered. "But we'll be back to check on you."
"Ym wmn't gmn't awym wmth thsmph!" Bella exclaimed.
"Ymph, lmt umnphf gmph!" Tony added, twisting in the chair. "Nm ngmg usmphf!"
"Hush, now," Diana teased, draping an arm on her husband's shoulder affectionately. "And keep those delightful gags on."
This only served to make her children bob their heads in frustration, mumbling with renewed effort as Bella and Tony watched both their parents head towards the basement stairs, leaving the pair of young hostages to struggle a they disappeared back up to the main floor of the house.
"Hlmmmmmph!" they both yelled after them, either taking turns shouting through their gags, or sometimes in unison. "Hlmmmmph! Smbymmph hlmmmmph umphf....!!"
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This is great, two kidnapped brats in the basement tied to chairs and gagged so only mmmmppphhhhing is possible. I hope the kids learn to obey the kidnappers before they have to get tough and teach the kids a lesson.
I can't wait yo see where this story goes next, its almost real life. 
I can't wait yo see where this story goes next, its almost real life.
To tie you up is human, to tie you up and tickle you is divine. ME
DT, your gagtalk dialogues are unmatched. Well done! I absolutely love how enthusiastic Bella was about joining the game, once she overcame her initial surprise at the parents' involvement. It's shaping up nicely, and I eagerly look forward to the next installment in the Korbeau family tie up game!
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Best seats in the house!WhereAmI wrote: 4 hours ago This is great, two kidnapped brats in the basement tied to chairs and gagged so only mmmmppphhhhing is possible.
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Thanks for the compliment!Redman wrote: 4 hours ago DT, your gagtalk dialogues are unmatched. Well done! I absolutely love how enthusiastic Bella was about joining the game, once she overcame her initial surprise at the parents' involvement. It's shaping up nicely, and I eagerly look forward to the next installment in the Korbeau family tie up game!
(gag talk dialogues are some of my favorites banters)
Honestly, while I keep this story consistent; I may have to write a separate series about the sleuthing stories of the Korbeau Siblings. XD
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Im really enjoying this story, its lighthearted, the gag talk is great, all around its just a gem. The dynamics and roleplay are fun as well, would love to see this as a series. Imagine their aunt and uncle visiting, so the kidnappers 'sell' them to their aunt and uncle. In reality, the parents are going on vacation and need a babysitters, and now these two are tied up and told to do the chores to clean up the house while theyre gone 
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1990Kidnapping wrote: 3 hours ago Im really enjoying this story, its lighthearted, the gag talk is great, all around its just a gem. The dynamics and roleplay are fun as well, would love to see this as a series. Imagine their aunt and uncle visiting, so the kidnappers 'sell' them to their aunt and uncle. In reality, the parents are going on vacation and need a babysitters, and now these two are tied up and told to do the chores to clean up the house while theyre gone
The grandparents keeping the kids tied & gagged, whenever they’re not doing chores, as a means to keep them under control is a good idea.
Might have a bit where the kids turn the tables on their grandmother; once they escape their grandfather’s ropes & look for some payback.
…only to get caught again, and join her. XD
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Thats a fun idea, then the grandmother is released and tells them that for daring to be property that escaped their bonds and tied her up they each get an hour of belly ticklingDetective-Gag wrote: 2 hours ago1990Kidnapping wrote: 3 hours ago Im really enjoying this story, its lighthearted, the gag talk is great, all around its just a gem. The dynamics and roleplay are fun as well, would love to see this as a series. Imagine their aunt and uncle visiting, so the kidnappers 'sell' them to their aunt and uncle. In reality, the parents are going on vacation and need a babysitters, and now these two are tied up and told to do the chores to clean up the house while theyre gone
The grandparents keeping the kids tied & gagged, whenever they’re not doing chores, as a means to keep them under control is a good idea.
Might have a bit where the kids turn the tables on their grandmother; once they escape their grandfather’s ropes & look for some payback.
…only to get caught again, and join her. XD