Stories of Tie Up Games

A story I started a while ago - hopefully still makes sense!

Chapter 1

“Wake up sleepyhead” Harriet was shaken by the girl on the bus next to her.

The 19 year old redhead felt the bus pull over to the side of the road, the freshers weekend of hockey had taken it’s toll on her and she could see the street lights starting to come on through the evening gloom. Pulling herself upright, and brushing her hair out of her face she turned to Natalie, the final year student who’d been assigned her ‘buddy’ for the weekend.

“Are we back now?” she asked, puzzled as not recognising the surroundings, although she’d only been at the university a couple of weeks now.

“Not quite, there’s a final challenge for you newbies” the taller brunette smiled at her.

“Another” Harriet groaned. The freshers weekend had been full of them, her and the 6 other first year students had already been put through their paces and she really just wanted to shower and curl up in bed. Both on the way down and way back up the motorway they’d been made to do 50 star jumps in the service station, much to the amusement of the patrons there; and they’d had to wear their hockey kit on the nights out. Plus, Natalie had woken her each morning with 10 minutes of tickling, although she wasn’t sure if that was something that was dealt out to the other newbies.

She saw Ailsa, the captain of the team stand up at the front, and announce that whilst the bus was going to take the rest of the team back to the university sports complex, the freshers would need to run back. She finished with a cheery “Don’t worry, it’s only 5k, and there’s a punishment for whoever is last. Go!” and with that the door to the bus was opened and the freshers started scrabbling for the door to the laughter of the older girls.

Scrambling for her shoes that she’d removed for comfort on the trip back, Harriet grabbed them and realised her laces had been removed. With an evil look on her face, Natalie held them up, and then dropped them out of the window of the bus.

Harriet swore under her breath “Bitch” before leaping off the bus, and lacing her trainers up frantically. Looking up Harriet realised they’d dropped them on the main road back, as the publicity for one of them getting lost would be too much even for the field hockey team. Once her shoes had been laced up, she could barely see even the slowest of the girls in front of her. Taking a deep breath she set off after them, not wanting to see what the punishment would be for being last.

As she ran, her muscles ached. The weekend had started on Friday night with the bus journey down, and then a introductory match under floodlights at the central venue. It was a country wide tradition to have a hockey meeting the 2nd weekend of the university term, but the games were more social than serious. She’d played hockey at school for years, and whilst never making county level sides had always been on the better than average side of the equation. She was initially surprised to be starting the first game, but was then told that the star forward had injured her knee and was missing this weekend. This star forward, Tina, happened to be the best friend of Natalie who she’d been rooming with, and she wondered if there was a little bit of jealousy towards her.

The freshers had played every minute of every game, which at the time seemed like a way of making sure that the coach got to see lots of their play before the serious season started in a couple of weeks, but now Harriet wondered if it was another way of making this part of the weekend harder. She’d not felt this physically exhausted for a long while, and she’d spent her gap year helping at an orphanage in India, so she was no stranger to hard work.

Still, she had to slow slightly as she could feel the lactic acid build up, and cramp was a sure fire way to lose this race. They’d been issued with two hockey outfits each, and the news that they had to wear them at all times with their other clothes ‘confiscated’ for the weekend was a little prank, and was in some ways quite fun on the nights out. The other teams had a similar idea, so you could see who the freshers were. The male teams were also present, and there had certainly been some opportune groping on the dance floor, although anyone pushing it further than that was policed well by the senior players. She’d never thought of a hockey uniform being sexy before, but she’d received more attention from boys (and girls) this weekend than she probably had in the rest of her life. However, hockey teams were notorious for their promiscuity, however Harriet was determined that whilst she was going to have fun at university, her history degree had to take priority.

She didn’t seem to be making progress on the trailing girl, so increased her pace slightly, however suddenly bumped into a group exiting a bar who jokingly jostled her and teased her about her hockey outfit with cries of “where’s your stick” and “the field’s that way”. Frustrated, Harriet pushed her way through and set off in pursuit. Approaching the complex she could see the girl ahead who was also tiring, but hadn’t been given the handicap of having to lace her shoes first. However, the lights changed and Harriet was forced to watch as the girl entered the complex, whilst she waited for the green man to appear. As it did she sprinted into the complex hoping her stamina would keep her going. However, to no avail, as she arrived at the coach just seconds behind the girl in front.

Panting and breathless, the freshers stood around and were handed bottles of water by the captain.

“Now Harriet, I’m disappointed, and I thought you were our star striker! Now there’s a punishment for coming last, but you need to put this on first.” Aisle handed her a hockey goalkeepers helmet. “It’s for your own protection!” she laughed.

Harriet took the helmet warily, and adjusted it so it fitted her head. Surely they were done now, it was starting to get dark. Suddenly she was grabbed by a couple of the older girls, Natalie amongst them and pulled onto the hockey practice field. She protested slightly, but figured it was another harmless prank, until her arms were pulled to the sides, and fastened to the crossbar of the hockey goal with cable ties.

The rest of the team traipsed onto the pitch, and Ailsa announced the plan.

“Right, this is the final training session of the weekend, shooting practice!” Ailsa held up a tennis ball. “You all get 3 shots at the goal, or actually at Harriet here before we retreat to the bar for a couple of rounds of drinks.” Weary cheers came from the rest of the team. “Oh, but I almost forgot” she turned and dunked the tennis ball into a bucket of water that Natalie had provided. “Stings more this way!”

Harriet’s eyes widened under the helmet, but she didn’t have long to wait. Suddenly ball after ball started heading towards her. Initially most missed, but with practice each of the 20 other girls got their aim. A couple hit her on the helmet which were irritants, but the ones that struck her body really stung. A couple hit her flush in the stomach which winded her, and as she was held upright by her bound arms there was no escape from them. However, the ones that stung the most landed on her thighs, and biceps. Her bare skin turned bright red, almost matching her hair, and each strike on her was rewarded with a cheer. The final stroke struck her on her left breast and almost brought tears to her eyes.

“Right, game over, shower and then head to the bar” Ailsa called as the team trooped away leaving Harriet tied to the posts.

Shivering slightly, Harriet presumed they would leave her for a few minutes, but after 20 minutes realised they weren’t coming back soon. The cable ties were digging into her skin, and there was no way of getting free. She felt the temperature drop, and suddenly rain started falling from the sky. Within a few minutes she was soaked to the bone, and if there’d been anyone around she’d have called for help. She knew the bar overlooked the hockey field, so she was safe from roaming predators, but still.

After what seemed like hours, Harriet looked up and saw a figure standing in front of her….

“I hope you don’t think you can keep me out of the team”…

Thats a brutal beginning, makes you feel sorry for Harriet with everything she has been put through. Not sure where you are planning to take this next but each one would be due some revenge from Harriet! Look forward to reading more.

Bigballgag1 wrote: 9 months ago Thats a brutal beginning, makes you feel sorry for Harriet with everything she has been put through. Not sure where you are planning to take this next but each one would be due some revenge from Harriet! Look forward to reading more.

Nothing to add to this Statement! It is a rough start - and somehow I have the Feeling Harriet is in for a tough Ride ....

Thanks to those of you kind enough to reply - feel free to message me, or reply if there's other ideas of torments for poor Harriet!

Chapter 2

Harriet looked up and saw the tall blonde in front of her, lifting her head under the weight of the helmet. “Please, can you let me go?” she pleaded as she shivered.

Tina stood in front of her in full waterproofs, holding a crutch for support. She’d joined the hockey team for a drink, and heard about the new superstar striker who was challenging her place. Looking down at the cute, tied, redhead she smiled and wondered how she could have her fun, whilst regaining her place in the side. “All in good time my cutie-pie, but I’ve been hearing about your skills from my best friend Natalie, so I thought I should come to meet you and check out my competition”.

Harriet’s eyes widened, as she realised her plight. “You must be Tina, I’ve heard you were the best forward last year. I’m sorry to hear about your knee and I hope we can play together soon” she tried to butter up the older girl.

“Oh, we’ll get to play together now” Tina smirked as she ran her fingernails along the exposed upper arms of Harriet. “And you can tell me about you, then I’ll see about letting you go. Or, I can leave you here and let the rugby team know we’ve left them a present?” she taunted as she removed the

The redhead shook her head. “I’m Harriet, I’m 19, from Kent, studying history. I took a gap year in India last year, and I’m staying in Elm Halls” she parroted off the usual fresher’s introduction.

Tina laughed. “No dear, I mean tell me about you, your desires, your wants, your experiences” she traced her finger closer to her armpit, enjoying the jump of the tied girl.

“Wh-what do you mean” Harriet stammered, and let out a giggle as the nails reached her shaved armpits.

“The female hockey team is like…a big family” Tina curled her fingers inside the hockey dress and started turning circles. “An incestuous family though…tell me, boyfriend? Girlfriend? Last sex? What you want to experience at university other than lectures and hockey?”

Harriet blushed, and shivered at the same time. “No boyfriend, we split up over a year ago. And…” she paused “well, the rest is private?”

“Oh, nothing’s private in the team…and anyway, it’s just you and me here” Tina leant forward and whispered in her ear “and I have ways of making you talk, even if you are a virgin”

With that, the taller blonde dug her fingers into Harriet’s armpits and swirled them around as she dissolved into giggles. Pulling helplessly against the bonds she felt her sodden clothes against her, and sprays of water started to come off. “No, please no tickling” she giggled helplessly.

“Tell me what I want to know then” Tina instructed, moving her hands down across Harriet’s ribs, finding sweet spots between each one. In her hysterics Harriet kicked out, and caught Tina on her good leg. Immediately the blonde stopped tickling, and looked her in the eye. “Now, I can be your friend, or your enemy, and you just moved closer to the enemy box. Here’s your punishment for now, and then you better tell me what I want to know, or I will leave you here.”

Tina stepped on both of Harriet’s feet, putting her weight through them, and pinning the bound girl firmly in place whilst causing a throbbing pain to both already aching feet. “s-Sorry” Harriet got out, before a brutal attack on her stomach through the hockey uniform made her howl with laughter.

The pace of the tickling took Harriet by surprise, and after 10 minutes of being unable to get a word out she was left hanging, gasping from her bonds. “I’m sorry” the bound girl panted through tear stained eyes, looking up at the expectant face of Tina. “I, I had sex with my ex twice, but over a year ago, and I’d like to find someone whilst I’m here at university, but my priority is studying, hockey and then boys.”

Tina smiles, happy to have got this information for now, and storing up the knowledge of her ticklishness for another day. “Just boys eh, that’s a shame” she smirked, “and looks like you’ve been enjoying this” she steps off Harriet’s feet, but quickly flicks at each of the bound girl’s nipples, which are poking through her hockey outfit despite the sports bra underneath.

Harriet gasps and protests “I’m frozen, that’s all” but her cheeks turn almost as red as her hair.

“Yeah right, that’s what they all say” Tina pulls out a pair of scissors from her pocket and snips the cable ties holding Harriet up. She holds up the changing room key to the exhausted girl and drops it in front of her. “Now, you’ve 15 minutes to be in the bar, dried and changed, otherwise I’ll bring the whole team down and we’ll tickle you in front of everyone?” Leaning on her crutch she hobbles back over to the complex.

Harriet scrabbles for the key and then hurries as quick as her muscles will carry her to the changing room. Finding her bag there with a towel on top, she quickly strips off her sodden clothing, wondering why the thought of being tickled by the team gave her a funny feeling inside. After drying off she opens the bag, and isn’t surprised to see a note stating ‘your underwear will be returned to you at the next session’. Grabbing her tracksuit, she pulled it over her body, shivering at it’s touch against her bare skin. Bundling up her wet clothes and packing them into her bag, she hurries up the stairs with a minute to spare.

Entering the bar, she sees multiple teams, but no hockey players there. Looking panicked she turns to the bar where the barmaid winks at her “You must be Harriet, the hockey girls have gone now, but here’s something for you” and hands her a sealed envelope.

Tina is playing rough - and the End of the Chapter? Brillant! What is in the Envelope?

Wow, awesome story here so far. I love all-women stories, multiple top/one bottom stories, stories with a reluctant yet accepting bottom, and stories where an unwinnable or rigged competition is used as a pretext, and this story has all of those things!

I enjoyed the scene where she was used for target practice, especially the detail that the ball was wetted to sting more, but appreciate your inclusion of the helmet and the three-shots-each limit, that her welfare had not been disregarded. I liked her being left there and getting caught in the rain, but similarly appreciated that she could be kept an eye on from the bar. I also rather liked the slow, teasy way in which the tickling began.

Thanks @bindable - there might be more unwinnable situations for Harriet to come. And suggestions welcome!

Thanks @Caesar73 - next chapter to follow shortly

Thanks to all for the feedback - ideas welcome for how to continue it!

Chapter 3

Harriet stood feeling silly at the bar, alone, with everyone else in their teams. After her exhausting day she thanked the barmaid and hurried to the hallway where she opened the envelope.

‘Special training session at 730am tomorrow, be at the back field’ was typed on a single piece of card.

Harriet turned it over, trying to work out if this was another joke or not. Her exhausted mind couldn’t think why it would be, and her first lecture was at 9am, so she’d have to make good time. Dragging herself down the stairs, she headed back across campus to her flat where she made food and collapsed exhausted into bed.

Waking early the next morning she slipped on her sports underwear and tracksuit with trainers, and headed to the field, not sure what she’d find.

Natalie was there waiting for her with a coffee and bacon roll. “Now, given you’re obviously the most unfit of the girls then you need extra training. An hour each morning this week, with a challenge at the end of it”

Harriet started to protest, but saw the stern face of Natalie. “Start with a 10 minute warm up jog around the pitch, then we’ll get you properly warmed up”

The morning session that day consisted of the 10 minute warm up jog, then shuttles for another 10 minutes, followed by a 100 each of squats, sit ups and jumping jacks. Panting for breath at the end of this Harriet looked for mercy from Natalie.

“One final task, then I’ll let you get to class” Natalie taunted “Oh, and if you don’t complete the week then we’ll tell coach you don’t want to play anymore”

Harriet nodded, knowing that 3 years at uni without hockey would be hellish for her.

Natalie knelt down, and wrapped rope around her knees, hobbling her with a rope around 30cm apart, then tied Harriet’s thumbs behind her with string. “To the goalpost and back again, you’ve got 3 minutes, otherwise I’m confiscating your phone for the day”

Harriet’s eyes went wide and started shuffling quickly towards the posts, desperately trying not to fall. Her muscles screaming at her after the hour’s unexpected workout. Rounding the post she saw Natalie looking at her watch, and speeded up. The countdown started and with a second to spare Harriet crossed the line, slipping and falling forward.

“Completed, I’ll see you at the same time tomorrow” Natalie walked off, leaving Harriet partially tied and face down on the field. “Don’t be late for class, you need to make a good impression!” she smirked as she walked off.

Harriet complained, but managed to wrench a thumb free and then unfastened the rope around her knees. Not knowing what else to do with it, she placed the rope into her bag and hurried towards the main campus for her first lesson of the day.

OMG... I love it!!