The Talented Young Spy (f/FFF)
Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2025 4:01 pm
Annie and Me: The Talented Young Spy
Thursday, July 20, 2023
"After you," I opened the door for my fellow TV meteorologist Liz after we'd worked 14 hours in a row covering a severe weather outbreak across our network area, "I'm bushed."
Two pretty young women walked into their apartment to find their other flatmate—Leah, who is Liz's identical twin—bound and gagged in her gym clothes. Actually, it was a quality hogtie for a strong, athletic girl. Liz and I looked at each other and smirked before giggling because so few people would dare do something like that to Liz and successfully do it.
When Annie gets into games with me, it's a good day. When the game is TUGs, it usually means an amazing day. But we never know when someone will spring upon us. Fortunately for me, my little sister tends to strike after I've come home from either work or the gym. Either means that I have been preparing something yummy for her to use to gag me… if she hasn't found something that has stronger flavors. This story is fun because my flatmates got to observe it all.
"You shower." I motioned for Liz to head to the bathroom. "I'll watch the prisoner's escape."
"All right," Liz said with a sigh and a wry smile, wondering what Annie had in mind for us.
Leah alone gives an idea of how Liz and Leah appear since they're identical twins. Spandex was a tight fit with the bright blue legs that have legs longer than typical gym shorts and much tighter than shorts, a yellow sports bra, a fuchsia bandana headband, bright pink sneakers, and bright blue crew socks. Annie's tying was effective with Leah's arms in a boxtie held with a harness and a crotch rope, and her legs were so nicely tied at only her ankles and her thighs! Standing at 5'5", the Ralstons are athletic and strong with cute long brownish-blonde hair and green eyes.
With a grin on her face, Leah turned to me and gave a smile of approval. We all knew to expect a twist or a turn of some kind. Looking at the rope, Leah had been bound about 5 minutes before Liz and I had entered the flat. A quick sniff from my position gave off the odors of ripe, pungent socks, and she was still sweaty despite this being plain clothesline rope.
My eyes fixated on Leah's captivity, salivating at the thought of being captured in my exhaustion. Me? I'm 5'9", very athletic and stronger than the Ralstons. For work, I had color-matching hose as only that and brown were allowed, and I had a pair of black pumps for shows. That all nicely blended with my black-and-white plaid ankle skirt and black blouse. My hair, as usual, was kept in a long platinum blonde braid with shiny brownish highlights, and my blue-green eyes help me to stand out because of the rarity. Alas, that leads me to an off-topic thought…
I hate perverted fan mail. Every female TV meteorologist gets it, unfortunately.
"No more movement, Miss Samantha," Annie's voice whispered in my ear, "Only speech."
SPRITZ! she sprayed some air freshener in the air right in front of my nose.
"Who are you?" I asked, ceasing all motion and letting her seat me on a chair.
"A rookie spy, and kidnapping you three girls is my debut," she said with an obvious smirk.
"HMMPH!" Leah protested our capture with an angry gaze focused on Annie.
"Tyhmät tytöt! Aloittelijan vangiksi joutuneet!" the spy taunted us in her father's tongue.
Annie loved dressing for the role of a nefarious spy. There was nothing too fancy about it, but it is always a delight for her to put on the purple fingerless gloves and choose a mask that matches her outfit. What a remarkable young woman Annie had become! She had grown to love TUGs as much as I do, but she had shunned the dirty, adult games that I played with my friends. There was a fun element to those, but I was glad to have people like her who didn't like them.
Along with the fingerless gloves, Annie had her purple canvas sneakers, a purple bandana mask, yellow crew socks, a yellow kerchief bandana, purple leggings, and a Minnesota Vikings t-shirt. It was a classic combination for sweet Annil Rӓӓnta though, and I liked how beautiful her color choices looked with her pale blonde hair and her blue-gray eyes. The choice to always wear the bandanas with the floral emblem in the center made her look even more innocent than she was.
My personal rope that a friend had dyed just for me—blue and yellow tiedye—emerged from its usual bag and began snaking around my body to bind me to the chair on which I sat. I needed a break from having my elbows tied together even if I folded like a collapsable laundry rack when my various captors wanted to tie like that. Instead, Annie put me in a boxtie just like Leah's, but while sitting on a chair. The crotch rope that went with the boxtie is a good example of the worst Annie allows in a game, since she had to go under my skirt to tie that. The harness was tight and strong and trapped me against the back of the chair with how Annie weaved it around things.
"Silly girls, getting themselves caught like this," Annie taunted us, "I will get what I want!"
"You are a bad person," I grumbled while she wrapped the ropes around my body.
"But I am successful," she wisely corrected me, "More successful than any of you three."
"Why do you want us anyway?" I unintentionally begged for my own demise in this scenario.
"You talk too much," Annie knotted the rope and reached over to Leah's sneakers, "Samantha."
"Gmmmph!" Leah turned to glare at Annie while her sneakers were removed and her socks were unpeeled from her feet after working up a good sweat between the gym and the hogtie.
"What on earth are you doing to her?" I played it straight, letting Annie lead the game.
"These socks are getting a new home," my sister said, pushing Leah's socks into my mouth.
"GMMMMMM!" I howled into the rancid cotton that suppressed my speech.
"Excellent," Annie wiggled her eyebrows while cleave gagging me with a neon green bandana.
"GMMMMMM!" My speech was really suppressed, but the humiliating gag made me cringe.
The talented young spy bound my ankles to the legs of the chair, but she tied my thighs together above my knees and about two-thirds of the way to my hips. Alas, she bound me so well, with a plethora of ropes working into the chair so well that I was pinned. Another rope above my knees pinned my thighs to the seat, and a waist rope further pinned my waist to the seat and the back of the chair. All the chest and arm rope cinches worked into the seat, so I was truly trapped.
GRRRRRAT! I heard the sound of tape coming off the roll.
"NMMM HMMMM!" I shook my head, practically inviting Annie to wrap my face with it.
BLAT! Annie stuck the cheek down on my cheeks and GRRRRRAT! started wrapping it around my head. The first layer went on slowly and carefully for maximum efficacy and for minimal yanking on my hair, but then GRRRRRAT! the next layer started wrapping around my head tightly, squishing my cheeks. GRRRRRAT! Annie had learned well from playing with me and my friends, and she made sure the purple packaging tape was working perfectly to make sure I was quiet. GRRRRRAT! With each layer, I could feel my ability to talk being greatly reduced. GRRRRRAT! She finally finished and broke the tape after 5 wraps.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm!" I tested the gag, but all I did was make myself taste Leah's stinky feet.
"You are my captive now, Miss Samantha," Annie taunted me from behind her purple mask.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm!" Honestly, I never try too hard to talk unless it's essential to the game.
"You," she gently pulled on my braid and pulled my head back, "will tell me your secrets!"
"Nmmm mmmmm!" I shook my head and shot a defiant gaze at her.
She pushed my head away, "I will torture your friends for this rebellious behavior!"
"Mmmmmmmmmmm!" my usual response did nothing to protect me, Liz, or Leah.
I sat there sucking on my flatmate's sweaty socks, fresh off a trip to the gym and fully soaked in all her unique cheesy goodness. Nothing made me as happy as the humiliation of tastes, smells, and taunts. The smell of the sticky purple duct tape filled my nostrils; the taste of sweaty socks assaulted my taste buds; the voice of my sister crowed over her victory.
It was the summer before this that my dear little sister first discovered colored packing tape and asked me if we could try it. Soon, we had packing tape in many colors as well as electrical tape, duct tape, bandanas, cinch straps, and zip ties. Colors abound in this apartment, and the games we play to this day utilize these colors to maximum effect. I don't know why we all like them as much as we do, but we enjoy them as a part of games with each other and with others.
Struggling against the ropes only rocked the chair back and forth, and my muffled gag talk was unable to defy the spy and warn Liz of the impending danger. Of course, I say it in jest, but Leah had drooled enough already that there was a puddle on the table, and she squirmed a lot trying to escape the tight, restrictive hogtie. The clothesline held firm despite Leah's savviness, but she'd also been putting on a show with the classic red 2 inch ball gag in her mouth.
Out of the bathroom stepped Liz wearing her summer pajamas, bright yellow shorts and a blue t-shirt. SPRITZ! Annie sprayed the air freshener in the air as soon as the door opened, and Liz almost instinctively slumped into Annie's arms. My sister let out an exaggerated evil laugh from behind her mask while helping Liz to lie down on the floor. Classic brown rope appeared for the act of binding the other Ralston twin, and Annie couldn't help but smile at being the bad girl taking the us hostage. After all, Annie loves her big sister more than she can express!
"Sidon sinut ja suukaudunko sinut," Annie ominously said to Liz while repeating the technique of boxtying a captive's arms behind her back, including the harness and crotch rope. As I've said before, this is still as intense as Annie gets, and at 20 she plays like we did when she was 14. In that time, we have gotten more creative with the roleplays and improved our techniques! To be honest, adult TUGs upset Annie, and she believes nearly all of those things are only for married couples to do in private. I cannot say if she is correct, but I respect her boundaries in love.
"Why are you doing this?" Liz pretended to whine when a black bandana blindfolded her.
"This girl has a secret, and you twins are her bodyguards," Annie plainly answered.
"How did you know that?!" the new captive playfully continued the conversation.
"Because I have stalked you all for months," the spy explained while preparing a homemade ball gag to use on Liz, threading a pink bandana through the holes of the blue rubber dog ball.
"Mmmmmmm," my friend received her gag without resistance, and Annie knotted the bandana.
"Silence is golden," Annie said before taking out some more packing tape, "This is orange."
"Nmmm," Liz again whined, playing her role better than anyone else in the room.
Then Annie began pulling on the tape. GRRRRRAT! She stuck it to Liz's cheek and began to wrap it around Liz's head. GRRRRRAT! Layers of green packing tape began sealing the ball gag in Liz's mouth. GRRRRRAT! The tape looked quite tight and stifling, but Annie is a strong girl! GRRRRRAT! Each layer was tighter than the last. GRRRRRAT! After this fifth layer, the talented young spy was satisfied with her work.
However, Annie wasn't done using the tape on poor Liz. Out came the classic brown duct tape, right onto the captive's right thigh. GRRRRRAT! She started winding it around to frogtape Liz's leg. GRRRRRAT! Tightly winding, the tape went up her thigh, binding her leg in the familiar folded position. GRRRRRAT! GRRRRRAT! GRRRRRAT! Annie kept the wrapping going. GRRRRRAT! GRRRRRAT! And did the same to the other leg. GRRRRRAT! GRRRRRAT! "Gmmmmmmm!" Liz whined and fought, as if the fake drug had faded. GRRRRRAT! Annie continued the frogtaping of Liz. GRRRRRAT! GRRRRRAT! And then Annie was content with her efforts. GRRRRRAT!
Leah's efforts were nothing short of heroic. I guess she was determined to escape. She struggled so much and drooled plentifully onto the table, as if she really were a bodyguard who was failing to protect me, her charge. Honestly, I was proud of her effort, and she made headway despite the intensity of the boxtie which trapped her. Beads of sweat poured off her body from being talked into this game right after a sweaty trip to the gym, but I could see the progress being made.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm!" I struggled in my own bonds to distract Annila. "Mmmm mmmmmm!"
"Yes, my green-eyed lady. You have secrets," the spy grabbed me by the braid from behind and pulled my head back until I was looking straight up and unable to resist her.
"Nngggg nn mmmnnnnn! Hnnnnnnnn!" Liz calmly fought but talked up a storm of nonsense.
"Will you tell me your secrets, Miss Räänta? Will I have to torture you to get them?"
"Gmmmmmmmm!" I fought her, happily jerking on my own hair and tasting Leah's toe cheese.
Alas, sweet Annila made a mistake in choosing to tickle me. Since I was chair tied, tickling was the only real option available to her since she couldn't put me in a hair tie or work me into some other uncomfortable position. Instead, she made me laugh and laugh. "HA HA HA HAAAAA!" When I was done laughing, she made me laugh some more. "HAAAAAAA! HAAA! HAAA! HAAAAAAA!" Laughter goes in stages with time and intensity, and she was determined to go through all of them until I couldn't tolerate the pain any longer, which can be delightful.
"GMMMMMMMMM! Hmmm hmmm hmmm!" I complained and chuckled because laughing was too hard after 8 or 10 minutes of my ribs, belly, and soles being assaulted, and even she had a hard time because my laughter made her laugh, too, because that happens when girls love one another. How I chuckled! "Hmmmm hmm hmm hmm hmmmmmmmm!" Tears poured down my cheeks from all the forced laughter, but I loved every moment of the intense torment.
"HNNNNNNNN!" My chuckles gave way to groans of pain mixed with slight laughs "Haaaa!" and chuckles. "Hmmmmm!" The occasional twitch reminded me that everyone has limits with tickle torture, and knowing the captive's reactions and tendencies matter so much when tickling them senseless like this. But could anything be better than this? Being invited to play a rough, intense kidnapping roleplay TUG with my little sister? No! How brightly Annie's eyes shined!
"NGGGGGG!" Finally, groans of pain gave way to muscle cramps and howls of genuine pain I occasionally craved but not too often. "Uggggghhhhh!" I moaned, unable to twitch and squirm any longer. How good the cramps in my stomach and lungs felt from being tickled too much! I even like the cramps in my arms, shoulders, and thighs from straining against the ropes so much. It was perfect, and those 30 minutes were all that was needed.
"Hey!" Annila complained when her evil purple bandana spy mask was pulled off her nose.
SPRITZ! The familiar air freshener filled the air, tingling Annie's nostrils with its odors.
"You are paralyzed in every voluntary muscle except your mouth muscles," Leah declared with a triumphant tone, hiding her own nostrils behind a bright blue bandana mask, "You're mine now."
"Noooooooo!" Annie whined, realizing her failure to watch the captive who had an escape route.
My decision to never surrender had been successful, giving Leah the time she needed to escape while Annie focused on tickling me, which mostly happened with her kneeling on the floor right in front of me while her back was facing Leah and the table. The spy had been defeated and now was the captive. Alas, Annie had to go home soon, so she could not be captured. We promised to resume the adventures of Spy Girl Annila another time, and she vowed to even wear the exact same outfit for that follow-up game. How much fun we had on this occasion!
I slumped in my chair, satisfied with my effort and indulging myself with the muscle cramps and my overall soreness from nearly 30 minutes of nonstop tickle torture. The pain is somehow both intense and good at the same time. It's a treat you enjoy with months between experiences so the thrill of it never fades. Leah's socks were now common sopping wet cotton in my mouth without any of the original flavors remaining. What is so satisfying about being gagged with some other person's freshly worn socks for so long that they no longer retain that horrible taste?
That's where this adventure must end because Annie, like a prisoner under supervision, released me and then Liz. After all, she had to go home, but the promises were made. When punishment would come to the clever young woman, we didn't know, but we knew all of us had enjoyed our collective experience. There is nothing quite like TUGs, especially with my little sister involved.
Annie, I love you, and the Twins love you, too… just not as much as I do!
THE END
Thursday, July 20, 2023
"After you," I opened the door for my fellow TV meteorologist Liz after we'd worked 14 hours in a row covering a severe weather outbreak across our network area, "I'm bushed."
Two pretty young women walked into their apartment to find their other flatmate—Leah, who is Liz's identical twin—bound and gagged in her gym clothes. Actually, it was a quality hogtie for a strong, athletic girl. Liz and I looked at each other and smirked before giggling because so few people would dare do something like that to Liz and successfully do it.
When Annie gets into games with me, it's a good day. When the game is TUGs, it usually means an amazing day. But we never know when someone will spring upon us. Fortunately for me, my little sister tends to strike after I've come home from either work or the gym. Either means that I have been preparing something yummy for her to use to gag me… if she hasn't found something that has stronger flavors. This story is fun because my flatmates got to observe it all.
"You shower." I motioned for Liz to head to the bathroom. "I'll watch the prisoner's escape."
"All right," Liz said with a sigh and a wry smile, wondering what Annie had in mind for us.
Leah alone gives an idea of how Liz and Leah appear since they're identical twins. Spandex was a tight fit with the bright blue legs that have legs longer than typical gym shorts and much tighter than shorts, a yellow sports bra, a fuchsia bandana headband, bright pink sneakers, and bright blue crew socks. Annie's tying was effective with Leah's arms in a boxtie held with a harness and a crotch rope, and her legs were so nicely tied at only her ankles and her thighs! Standing at 5'5", the Ralstons are athletic and strong with cute long brownish-blonde hair and green eyes.
With a grin on her face, Leah turned to me and gave a smile of approval. We all knew to expect a twist or a turn of some kind. Looking at the rope, Leah had been bound about 5 minutes before Liz and I had entered the flat. A quick sniff from my position gave off the odors of ripe, pungent socks, and she was still sweaty despite this being plain clothesline rope.
My eyes fixated on Leah's captivity, salivating at the thought of being captured in my exhaustion. Me? I'm 5'9", very athletic and stronger than the Ralstons. For work, I had color-matching hose as only that and brown were allowed, and I had a pair of black pumps for shows. That all nicely blended with my black-and-white plaid ankle skirt and black blouse. My hair, as usual, was kept in a long platinum blonde braid with shiny brownish highlights, and my blue-green eyes help me to stand out because of the rarity. Alas, that leads me to an off-topic thought…
I hate perverted fan mail. Every female TV meteorologist gets it, unfortunately.
"No more movement, Miss Samantha," Annie's voice whispered in my ear, "Only speech."
SPRITZ! she sprayed some air freshener in the air right in front of my nose.
"Who are you?" I asked, ceasing all motion and letting her seat me on a chair.
"A rookie spy, and kidnapping you three girls is my debut," she said with an obvious smirk.
"HMMPH!" Leah protested our capture with an angry gaze focused on Annie.
"Tyhmät tytöt! Aloittelijan vangiksi joutuneet!" the spy taunted us in her father's tongue.
Annie loved dressing for the role of a nefarious spy. There was nothing too fancy about it, but it is always a delight for her to put on the purple fingerless gloves and choose a mask that matches her outfit. What a remarkable young woman Annie had become! She had grown to love TUGs as much as I do, but she had shunned the dirty, adult games that I played with my friends. There was a fun element to those, but I was glad to have people like her who didn't like them.
Along with the fingerless gloves, Annie had her purple canvas sneakers, a purple bandana mask, yellow crew socks, a yellow kerchief bandana, purple leggings, and a Minnesota Vikings t-shirt. It was a classic combination for sweet Annil Rӓӓnta though, and I liked how beautiful her color choices looked with her pale blonde hair and her blue-gray eyes. The choice to always wear the bandanas with the floral emblem in the center made her look even more innocent than she was.
My personal rope that a friend had dyed just for me—blue and yellow tiedye—emerged from its usual bag and began snaking around my body to bind me to the chair on which I sat. I needed a break from having my elbows tied together even if I folded like a collapsable laundry rack when my various captors wanted to tie like that. Instead, Annie put me in a boxtie just like Leah's, but while sitting on a chair. The crotch rope that went with the boxtie is a good example of the worst Annie allows in a game, since she had to go under my skirt to tie that. The harness was tight and strong and trapped me against the back of the chair with how Annie weaved it around things.
"Silly girls, getting themselves caught like this," Annie taunted us, "I will get what I want!"
"You are a bad person," I grumbled while she wrapped the ropes around my body.
"But I am successful," she wisely corrected me, "More successful than any of you three."
"Why do you want us anyway?" I unintentionally begged for my own demise in this scenario.
"You talk too much," Annie knotted the rope and reached over to Leah's sneakers, "Samantha."
"Gmmmph!" Leah turned to glare at Annie while her sneakers were removed and her socks were unpeeled from her feet after working up a good sweat between the gym and the hogtie.
"What on earth are you doing to her?" I played it straight, letting Annie lead the game.
"These socks are getting a new home," my sister said, pushing Leah's socks into my mouth.
"GMMMMMM!" I howled into the rancid cotton that suppressed my speech.
"Excellent," Annie wiggled her eyebrows while cleave gagging me with a neon green bandana.
"GMMMMMM!" My speech was really suppressed, but the humiliating gag made me cringe.
The talented young spy bound my ankles to the legs of the chair, but she tied my thighs together above my knees and about two-thirds of the way to my hips. Alas, she bound me so well, with a plethora of ropes working into the chair so well that I was pinned. Another rope above my knees pinned my thighs to the seat, and a waist rope further pinned my waist to the seat and the back of the chair. All the chest and arm rope cinches worked into the seat, so I was truly trapped.
GRRRRRAT! I heard the sound of tape coming off the roll.
"NMMM HMMMM!" I shook my head, practically inviting Annie to wrap my face with it.
BLAT! Annie stuck the cheek down on my cheeks and GRRRRRAT! started wrapping it around my head. The first layer went on slowly and carefully for maximum efficacy and for minimal yanking on my hair, but then GRRRRRAT! the next layer started wrapping around my head tightly, squishing my cheeks. GRRRRRAT! Annie had learned well from playing with me and my friends, and she made sure the purple packaging tape was working perfectly to make sure I was quiet. GRRRRRAT! With each layer, I could feel my ability to talk being greatly reduced. GRRRRRAT! She finally finished and broke the tape after 5 wraps.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm!" I tested the gag, but all I did was make myself taste Leah's stinky feet.
"You are my captive now, Miss Samantha," Annie taunted me from behind her purple mask.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm!" Honestly, I never try too hard to talk unless it's essential to the game.
"You," she gently pulled on my braid and pulled my head back, "will tell me your secrets!"
"Nmmm mmmmm!" I shook my head and shot a defiant gaze at her.
She pushed my head away, "I will torture your friends for this rebellious behavior!"
"Mmmmmmmmmmm!" my usual response did nothing to protect me, Liz, or Leah.
I sat there sucking on my flatmate's sweaty socks, fresh off a trip to the gym and fully soaked in all her unique cheesy goodness. Nothing made me as happy as the humiliation of tastes, smells, and taunts. The smell of the sticky purple duct tape filled my nostrils; the taste of sweaty socks assaulted my taste buds; the voice of my sister crowed over her victory.
It was the summer before this that my dear little sister first discovered colored packing tape and asked me if we could try it. Soon, we had packing tape in many colors as well as electrical tape, duct tape, bandanas, cinch straps, and zip ties. Colors abound in this apartment, and the games we play to this day utilize these colors to maximum effect. I don't know why we all like them as much as we do, but we enjoy them as a part of games with each other and with others.
Struggling against the ropes only rocked the chair back and forth, and my muffled gag talk was unable to defy the spy and warn Liz of the impending danger. Of course, I say it in jest, but Leah had drooled enough already that there was a puddle on the table, and she squirmed a lot trying to escape the tight, restrictive hogtie. The clothesline held firm despite Leah's savviness, but she'd also been putting on a show with the classic red 2 inch ball gag in her mouth.
Out of the bathroom stepped Liz wearing her summer pajamas, bright yellow shorts and a blue t-shirt. SPRITZ! Annie sprayed the air freshener in the air as soon as the door opened, and Liz almost instinctively slumped into Annie's arms. My sister let out an exaggerated evil laugh from behind her mask while helping Liz to lie down on the floor. Classic brown rope appeared for the act of binding the other Ralston twin, and Annie couldn't help but smile at being the bad girl taking the us hostage. After all, Annie loves her big sister more than she can express!
"Sidon sinut ja suukaudunko sinut," Annie ominously said to Liz while repeating the technique of boxtying a captive's arms behind her back, including the harness and crotch rope. As I've said before, this is still as intense as Annie gets, and at 20 she plays like we did when she was 14. In that time, we have gotten more creative with the roleplays and improved our techniques! To be honest, adult TUGs upset Annie, and she believes nearly all of those things are only for married couples to do in private. I cannot say if she is correct, but I respect her boundaries in love.
"Why are you doing this?" Liz pretended to whine when a black bandana blindfolded her.
"This girl has a secret, and you twins are her bodyguards," Annie plainly answered.
"How did you know that?!" the new captive playfully continued the conversation.
"Because I have stalked you all for months," the spy explained while preparing a homemade ball gag to use on Liz, threading a pink bandana through the holes of the blue rubber dog ball.
"Mmmmmmm," my friend received her gag without resistance, and Annie knotted the bandana.
"Silence is golden," Annie said before taking out some more packing tape, "This is orange."
"Nmmm," Liz again whined, playing her role better than anyone else in the room.
Then Annie began pulling on the tape. GRRRRRAT! She stuck it to Liz's cheek and began to wrap it around Liz's head. GRRRRRAT! Layers of green packing tape began sealing the ball gag in Liz's mouth. GRRRRRAT! The tape looked quite tight and stifling, but Annie is a strong girl! GRRRRRAT! Each layer was tighter than the last. GRRRRRAT! After this fifth layer, the talented young spy was satisfied with her work.
However, Annie wasn't done using the tape on poor Liz. Out came the classic brown duct tape, right onto the captive's right thigh. GRRRRRAT! She started winding it around to frogtape Liz's leg. GRRRRRAT! Tightly winding, the tape went up her thigh, binding her leg in the familiar folded position. GRRRRRAT! GRRRRRAT! GRRRRRAT! Annie kept the wrapping going. GRRRRRAT! GRRRRRAT! And did the same to the other leg. GRRRRRAT! GRRRRRAT! "Gmmmmmmm!" Liz whined and fought, as if the fake drug had faded. GRRRRRAT! Annie continued the frogtaping of Liz. GRRRRRAT! GRRRRRAT! And then Annie was content with her efforts. GRRRRRAT!
Leah's efforts were nothing short of heroic. I guess she was determined to escape. She struggled so much and drooled plentifully onto the table, as if she really were a bodyguard who was failing to protect me, her charge. Honestly, I was proud of her effort, and she made headway despite the intensity of the boxtie which trapped her. Beads of sweat poured off her body from being talked into this game right after a sweaty trip to the gym, but I could see the progress being made.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm!" I struggled in my own bonds to distract Annila. "Mmmm mmmmmm!"
"Yes, my green-eyed lady. You have secrets," the spy grabbed me by the braid from behind and pulled my head back until I was looking straight up and unable to resist her.
"Nngggg nn mmmnnnnn! Hnnnnnnnn!" Liz calmly fought but talked up a storm of nonsense.
"Will you tell me your secrets, Miss Räänta? Will I have to torture you to get them?"
"Gmmmmmmmm!" I fought her, happily jerking on my own hair and tasting Leah's toe cheese.
Alas, sweet Annila made a mistake in choosing to tickle me. Since I was chair tied, tickling was the only real option available to her since she couldn't put me in a hair tie or work me into some other uncomfortable position. Instead, she made me laugh and laugh. "HA HA HA HAAAAA!" When I was done laughing, she made me laugh some more. "HAAAAAAA! HAAA! HAAA! HAAAAAAA!" Laughter goes in stages with time and intensity, and she was determined to go through all of them until I couldn't tolerate the pain any longer, which can be delightful.
"GMMMMMMMMM! Hmmm hmmm hmmm!" I complained and chuckled because laughing was too hard after 8 or 10 minutes of my ribs, belly, and soles being assaulted, and even she had a hard time because my laughter made her laugh, too, because that happens when girls love one another. How I chuckled! "Hmmmm hmm hmm hmm hmmmmmmmm!" Tears poured down my cheeks from all the forced laughter, but I loved every moment of the intense torment.
"HNNNNNNNN!" My chuckles gave way to groans of pain mixed with slight laughs "Haaaa!" and chuckles. "Hmmmmm!" The occasional twitch reminded me that everyone has limits with tickle torture, and knowing the captive's reactions and tendencies matter so much when tickling them senseless like this. But could anything be better than this? Being invited to play a rough, intense kidnapping roleplay TUG with my little sister? No! How brightly Annie's eyes shined!
"NGGGGGG!" Finally, groans of pain gave way to muscle cramps and howls of genuine pain I occasionally craved but not too often. "Uggggghhhhh!" I moaned, unable to twitch and squirm any longer. How good the cramps in my stomach and lungs felt from being tickled too much! I even like the cramps in my arms, shoulders, and thighs from straining against the ropes so much. It was perfect, and those 30 minutes were all that was needed.
"Hey!" Annila complained when her evil purple bandana spy mask was pulled off her nose.
SPRITZ! The familiar air freshener filled the air, tingling Annie's nostrils with its odors.
"You are paralyzed in every voluntary muscle except your mouth muscles," Leah declared with a triumphant tone, hiding her own nostrils behind a bright blue bandana mask, "You're mine now."
"Noooooooo!" Annie whined, realizing her failure to watch the captive who had an escape route.
My decision to never surrender had been successful, giving Leah the time she needed to escape while Annie focused on tickling me, which mostly happened with her kneeling on the floor right in front of me while her back was facing Leah and the table. The spy had been defeated and now was the captive. Alas, Annie had to go home soon, so she could not be captured. We promised to resume the adventures of Spy Girl Annila another time, and she vowed to even wear the exact same outfit for that follow-up game. How much fun we had on this occasion!
I slumped in my chair, satisfied with my effort and indulging myself with the muscle cramps and my overall soreness from nearly 30 minutes of nonstop tickle torture. The pain is somehow both intense and good at the same time. It's a treat you enjoy with months between experiences so the thrill of it never fades. Leah's socks were now common sopping wet cotton in my mouth without any of the original flavors remaining. What is so satisfying about being gagged with some other person's freshly worn socks for so long that they no longer retain that horrible taste?
That's where this adventure must end because Annie, like a prisoner under supervision, released me and then Liz. After all, she had to go home, but the promises were made. When punishment would come to the clever young woman, we didn't know, but we knew all of us had enjoyed our collective experience. There is nothing quite like TUGs, especially with my little sister involved.
Annie, I love you, and the Twins love you, too… just not as much as I do!
THE END