Kiaren : 02 - Emma and Melissa (ff/m)
Posted: Wed May 22, 2019 2:15 pm
Kiaren's stories
02 - Emma and Melissa
Story index at the bottom
By Kiaren
Sun Jul 12 16:35:27 1998
Prologue
In the last story, I unexpectedly tied-up and gagged my friend Emmy while playing a spy game at my house. She said later on that she was going to get revenge, but the incident was never brought up again, excepting the day after, when she kidded, "Have any more surprises planned for me today?". Eventually, I just assumed that she'd forgotten about it, and it passed into memory.
Now, three weeks later, we were playing some kind of a game in my room. Before going any farther, I need to give background info: I was 11, Emmy was 10. Emmy's younger sister Melissa, who figures in in this story, but not the last one, was 9. It was summer vacation, about early to mid July, and we were enjoying our new found freedom from school. On this day, my parents were going to some kind of a block party or something, I forgot what it was exactly. They had left at about 1:00, and said they would be home at about 4:00. This meant they'd be home at about 5 or so! One word of advice. I will be telling you the time of each event. They may be wrong (but not far off), and I may have to embellish some parts that I don't remember very well. However, I remember most of it pretty well, the reason of which you will see tomorrow...
As I was saying, I no doubt will remember much of this fairly well, for a reason you might understand. It was, in fact the first time I was ever tied up, and, the way I was feeling, almost the last (you'll see why).
I had no idea how to do it properly, having only seen it in cartoons and such, so the first time I ever tied someone up (Emmy) she got out of my inept knots fairly quickly. As said before, this was three weeks after that incident, and Emmy had not done anything to indicate revenge. My parents were away, and they felt comfortable leaving Emmy, Melissa, and myself alone in the middle of the day. Melissa, Emmy's younger sister, coming over should have been the first clue, being that she almost never does. She'd rather play with her own friends than her big sister's. Well, it was about 2:15 am, when Melissa proclaimed that bastion of childhood expressions, "I'm bored", and promptly left the room...
About five minutes later, 2:20, I heard the front door slam, indicating that Melissa had left. But a little bit after that, I heard it slam again. Both Emmy and I looked at each other, not knowing what was going on (or so I thought). After a few seconds, Melissa came running past us and went into my room (we were playing in the spare room). I noticed her carrying something in her hands, so I went to investigate. I heard Emmy get up behind me. I walked into my room, but did not see Melissa anywhere. Suddenly, something jumped me from behind, and I realized it was Emmy. As said in the last story, Emmy really didn't have anything on me in terms of strength, but then Melissa came out from behind the bed, ran over, and jumped on me. Two against one was not an enviable position, and was one I couldn't win. I heard Emmy say to Melissa, "Take his socks off", to which I replied, "What?!".
"You'll thank us" she said. I felt my socks coming off, and I decided to put up as big a fight as I could. I kicked my feet up and down, and squirrmed around while Emmy was on top of me holding my hands. Melissa was able to get hold of one of my feet though, and unleashed the greatest wepon of all-Tickling!!! I quickly stopped kicking and started giggling uncontrolably. Both socks came off, and I felt them being put on my hands.
"What the Hell are doing?!" I yelled.
"Now?", Melissa asked.
"Now", Emmy said with a devilish tone to her voice...
Suddenly, Melissa started tickling me again. Laughing, I opened my mouth large enough for Emmy to shove a rag in my mouth. Even then I couldn't stop laughing! One word of point here though; I had no idea how to gag someone, and thought you just tie something around their mouth and that was it. I had no clue something needs to be in their mouth! Imagine my surprise about finding that out first hand. Emmy then took another rag and cinched it in my mouth to keep the other one in. This one was so tight I thought I would suffocate or something! Here as follows is a portion of the conversation:
Emmy: How you feeling?
Me: MMp-MMPmmpth. MMTHp!!
Emmy: Good!
At this point Melissa was holding my hands, and Emmy took another rag and tied it around my eyes. Then Melissa said, "I'll get his feet".
Emmy acknowledged her and set out to work on my hands. Suddenly, I heard a strange "ZZZZZZp" noise and felt something tighten around my right wrist. I heard the same thing and something tightened around my left wrist. Then I heard the noise again and felt my wrists come closer together. I tried to move them, but found it, shall we say, difficult. By now, my feet and hands were tied, and I was tightly gagged and blindfolded. Then I felt something tightening around my waist and arms. I was not getting out of this! Then, of all things, they both picked me up carried me out of the room!
They carried me out of my room, and put me down someplace. Then I felt my knees coming up to my chest. Finally, they took off the blindfold. To my surprise, I was in my parent's room, facing a large mirror, and leaning against the bed. I was in the fetal position, with a rope connecting the my ankle-rope to the rope around my waist. Needless to say, I was kind of in an akward position. The rope around my waist was string, while my feet and "connecter" ropes were from the belts of two of my bathrobes. Then Emmy took the blindfold and put it around the second gag, which was between my teeth, and put it outside my mouth. That made three gags! Emmy was always into overkill! Melissa put a battery clock next to me, and left the room. Then Emmy said the words I will remember forever:
"Your parents said they'd be home at 4:00. We are not going to untie you! Your gonna have to help yourself here. The thing is, it's not gonna happen! Eveything here we got from your house, so we'll deny everything if you tell anyone we did this!" Emmy came over and made sure the ropes were tight enough, patted me on the back, and snickered, "I told you I'd get revenge!"
I was terrified! My parents, shall we say, were not as understanding as other parents described on this page. Coming home, finding me tied up in their room, would no doubt give them a coronary! Can you say "Child Phsyco-Therapist"? Well, they'd have about five of them on me before I was even untied! Emmy and Melissa were practicing "scorched earth" policy though, because no way could they get out of this incident clean either. But at that point, I wasn't exactly thinking of that point!
It was 2:30, and I had an hour and a half.
First I tried my hands, but whatever they had used, it worked pretty well. Even with the socks on it hurt my wrists. My gags were tied so tight it was hard to even breathe through my nose. My ankles were tight, and the fetal position made me unbalenced. I struggled a bit, and fell over, to which I let loose the profanity, "Mmmph!" After about 10 minutes of struggling, I came to two conclusions: 1) I was unable to get back up, 2) My only chance might be to loosen the "connecter" string, regain balance, get back up, and see what happens. I spent a few minutes pushing and struggling, and eventually the bathrobe rope (not a perfect choice for the job, by the way), loosened and disconnected from my waist.
Now, I asked myself, where do I go from here? I could balance myself now, and squirmed as close as I could to the bed, leaned up against it, and got myself upright again.
It was 3:00; 1 hour left. Now comes the tricky part. A tried to squirm over to the mirror to see what in the world was keeping my hands together. Whatever it was, it was hard to see, but I could make out some kind of strap keeping them together. I came up with a difficult to impossible plan: Stand myself up, hop to the kitchen, get scissors, and cut like hell. I squirmed back over to the bed, leaned up against it, and used the leverage to get up. It took a while, but after about ten minutes, I stood up akwardly, and sat myself on the bed before I could fall over again. From there, I stood up, and thumped my way over to the kitchen. The neighbors probably heard it and thought it was an earthquake!
I looked at the clock in the kitchen, and saw it was 3:25; 35 minutes left. I managed to get over to the drawer without killing myself, and opened it from behind. I turned around, looked for the scissors, turned around again rummaged around the drawer the best I could trying to grab them. I got hold of them, hopped over to the closest mirror, and tried to get loose...
I hopped over to the bathroom mirror, but I couln't get a good view of my hands. I also had the socks to contend with. I could open the drawer and get scissors with them on, but I didn't think I could cut. I noticed a hole in one of them, and tried to enlarge it. I was successful, and put my hand through it, gripped the scissors, and had the ability to free myself. I hopped over to my parent's room one more time to use their large mirror to free myself.
With a great amount of struggling, sweating, and and hopping, I got back to the large mirror. It was 3:37; 23 minutes left. I slumped down with my back to the mirror, and after more struggling, I was able to cut the strap connecting my wrists, freeing my hands. Now came the rope around my upper arms and waist. This was a toughie, but all of the struggling had loosened it a bit. I spread out my finally freed arms, and pushed the rope up past my shoulders. Then I took out the gags. I could finally breathe again. Then I freed my feet. I was finally out! It was 3:45; 15 minutes to go.
I took a while to relax, maybe a few minutes, before picking up all the stuff and putting it back. When everything was as it should be, I walked over to Emmy and Melissa's house to gloat. Surprisingly, I found them walking towards my house.
"How did you get out?" Emmy screamed.
"You didn't tie very well. You mean you havn't done this before?" I mocked. That was, if you remember, the same thing she said to me when I asked her how she got loose from my trap!
We went back to my house, and Emmy told me everything that had happened. A few days after I had tied her up, she told Melissa, and together they plotted to get revenge over the course of those weeks.
Those straps she tied my hands with were actually those things you wrap around garbage bags et. al. to keep them from closing. Several of them together are like handcuffs, only these don't have a key. They put socks on me because they were wrapped so tight it can scar skin (right Gillian?). In fact, even with the socks my wrists were red. By the way, they were coming over to my house to untie me! Emmy said that was the plan all along, and she just wanted to scare me. Oh, she did! Trust me!
Eventually my parents got home at about 4:30! Emmy and Melissa left a little after that. Before she left, Emmy said, "There, now we're even".
I replied, "No, now everyone's fair game! Besides Melissa isn't even with anybody!"
Melissa turned around with wide eyes. Soon, she would be even! And this was, by far, not the last time myself or Emmy were tied up that summer.
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Kiaren's stories
02 - Emma and Melissa
Story index at the bottom
By Kiaren
Sun Jul 12 16:35:27 1998
Prologue
In the last story, I unexpectedly tied-up and gagged my friend Emmy while playing a spy game at my house. She said later on that she was going to get revenge, but the incident was never brought up again, excepting the day after, when she kidded, "Have any more surprises planned for me today?". Eventually, I just assumed that she'd forgotten about it, and it passed into memory.
Now, three weeks later, we were playing some kind of a game in my room. Before going any farther, I need to give background info: I was 11, Emmy was 10. Emmy's younger sister Melissa, who figures in in this story, but not the last one, was 9. It was summer vacation, about early to mid July, and we were enjoying our new found freedom from school. On this day, my parents were going to some kind of a block party or something, I forgot what it was exactly. They had left at about 1:00, and said they would be home at about 4:00. This meant they'd be home at about 5 or so! One word of advice. I will be telling you the time of each event. They may be wrong (but not far off), and I may have to embellish some parts that I don't remember very well. However, I remember most of it pretty well, the reason of which you will see tomorrow...
As I was saying, I no doubt will remember much of this fairly well, for a reason you might understand. It was, in fact the first time I was ever tied up, and, the way I was feeling, almost the last (you'll see why).
I had no idea how to do it properly, having only seen it in cartoons and such, so the first time I ever tied someone up (Emmy) she got out of my inept knots fairly quickly. As said before, this was three weeks after that incident, and Emmy had not done anything to indicate revenge. My parents were away, and they felt comfortable leaving Emmy, Melissa, and myself alone in the middle of the day. Melissa, Emmy's younger sister, coming over should have been the first clue, being that she almost never does. She'd rather play with her own friends than her big sister's. Well, it was about 2:15 am, when Melissa proclaimed that bastion of childhood expressions, "I'm bored", and promptly left the room...
About five minutes later, 2:20, I heard the front door slam, indicating that Melissa had left. But a little bit after that, I heard it slam again. Both Emmy and I looked at each other, not knowing what was going on (or so I thought). After a few seconds, Melissa came running past us and went into my room (we were playing in the spare room). I noticed her carrying something in her hands, so I went to investigate. I heard Emmy get up behind me. I walked into my room, but did not see Melissa anywhere. Suddenly, something jumped me from behind, and I realized it was Emmy. As said in the last story, Emmy really didn't have anything on me in terms of strength, but then Melissa came out from behind the bed, ran over, and jumped on me. Two against one was not an enviable position, and was one I couldn't win. I heard Emmy say to Melissa, "Take his socks off", to which I replied, "What?!".
"You'll thank us" she said. I felt my socks coming off, and I decided to put up as big a fight as I could. I kicked my feet up and down, and squirrmed around while Emmy was on top of me holding my hands. Melissa was able to get hold of one of my feet though, and unleashed the greatest wepon of all-Tickling!!! I quickly stopped kicking and started giggling uncontrolably. Both socks came off, and I felt them being put on my hands.
"What the Hell are doing?!" I yelled.
"Now?", Melissa asked.
"Now", Emmy said with a devilish tone to her voice...
Suddenly, Melissa started tickling me again. Laughing, I opened my mouth large enough for Emmy to shove a rag in my mouth. Even then I couldn't stop laughing! One word of point here though; I had no idea how to gag someone, and thought you just tie something around their mouth and that was it. I had no clue something needs to be in their mouth! Imagine my surprise about finding that out first hand. Emmy then took another rag and cinched it in my mouth to keep the other one in. This one was so tight I thought I would suffocate or something! Here as follows is a portion of the conversation:
Emmy: How you feeling?
Me: MMp-MMPmmpth. MMTHp!!
Emmy: Good!
At this point Melissa was holding my hands, and Emmy took another rag and tied it around my eyes. Then Melissa said, "I'll get his feet".
Emmy acknowledged her and set out to work on my hands. Suddenly, I heard a strange "ZZZZZZp" noise and felt something tighten around my right wrist. I heard the same thing and something tightened around my left wrist. Then I heard the noise again and felt my wrists come closer together. I tried to move them, but found it, shall we say, difficult. By now, my feet and hands were tied, and I was tightly gagged and blindfolded. Then I felt something tightening around my waist and arms. I was not getting out of this! Then, of all things, they both picked me up carried me out of the room!
They carried me out of my room, and put me down someplace. Then I felt my knees coming up to my chest. Finally, they took off the blindfold. To my surprise, I was in my parent's room, facing a large mirror, and leaning against the bed. I was in the fetal position, with a rope connecting the my ankle-rope to the rope around my waist. Needless to say, I was kind of in an akward position. The rope around my waist was string, while my feet and "connecter" ropes were from the belts of two of my bathrobes. Then Emmy took the blindfold and put it around the second gag, which was between my teeth, and put it outside my mouth. That made three gags! Emmy was always into overkill! Melissa put a battery clock next to me, and left the room. Then Emmy said the words I will remember forever:
"Your parents said they'd be home at 4:00. We are not going to untie you! Your gonna have to help yourself here. The thing is, it's not gonna happen! Eveything here we got from your house, so we'll deny everything if you tell anyone we did this!" Emmy came over and made sure the ropes were tight enough, patted me on the back, and snickered, "I told you I'd get revenge!"
I was terrified! My parents, shall we say, were not as understanding as other parents described on this page. Coming home, finding me tied up in their room, would no doubt give them a coronary! Can you say "Child Phsyco-Therapist"? Well, they'd have about five of them on me before I was even untied! Emmy and Melissa were practicing "scorched earth" policy though, because no way could they get out of this incident clean either. But at that point, I wasn't exactly thinking of that point!
It was 2:30, and I had an hour and a half.
First I tried my hands, but whatever they had used, it worked pretty well. Even with the socks on it hurt my wrists. My gags were tied so tight it was hard to even breathe through my nose. My ankles were tight, and the fetal position made me unbalenced. I struggled a bit, and fell over, to which I let loose the profanity, "Mmmph!" After about 10 minutes of struggling, I came to two conclusions: 1) I was unable to get back up, 2) My only chance might be to loosen the "connecter" string, regain balance, get back up, and see what happens. I spent a few minutes pushing and struggling, and eventually the bathrobe rope (not a perfect choice for the job, by the way), loosened and disconnected from my waist.
Now, I asked myself, where do I go from here? I could balance myself now, and squirmed as close as I could to the bed, leaned up against it, and got myself upright again.
It was 3:00; 1 hour left. Now comes the tricky part. A tried to squirm over to the mirror to see what in the world was keeping my hands together. Whatever it was, it was hard to see, but I could make out some kind of strap keeping them together. I came up with a difficult to impossible plan: Stand myself up, hop to the kitchen, get scissors, and cut like hell. I squirmed back over to the bed, leaned up against it, and used the leverage to get up. It took a while, but after about ten minutes, I stood up akwardly, and sat myself on the bed before I could fall over again. From there, I stood up, and thumped my way over to the kitchen. The neighbors probably heard it and thought it was an earthquake!
I looked at the clock in the kitchen, and saw it was 3:25; 35 minutes left. I managed to get over to the drawer without killing myself, and opened it from behind. I turned around, looked for the scissors, turned around again rummaged around the drawer the best I could trying to grab them. I got hold of them, hopped over to the closest mirror, and tried to get loose...
I hopped over to the bathroom mirror, but I couln't get a good view of my hands. I also had the socks to contend with. I could open the drawer and get scissors with them on, but I didn't think I could cut. I noticed a hole in one of them, and tried to enlarge it. I was successful, and put my hand through it, gripped the scissors, and had the ability to free myself. I hopped over to my parent's room one more time to use their large mirror to free myself.
With a great amount of struggling, sweating, and and hopping, I got back to the large mirror. It was 3:37; 23 minutes left. I slumped down with my back to the mirror, and after more struggling, I was able to cut the strap connecting my wrists, freeing my hands. Now came the rope around my upper arms and waist. This was a toughie, but all of the struggling had loosened it a bit. I spread out my finally freed arms, and pushed the rope up past my shoulders. Then I took out the gags. I could finally breathe again. Then I freed my feet. I was finally out! It was 3:45; 15 minutes to go.
I took a while to relax, maybe a few minutes, before picking up all the stuff and putting it back. When everything was as it should be, I walked over to Emmy and Melissa's house to gloat. Surprisingly, I found them walking towards my house.
"How did you get out?" Emmy screamed.
"You didn't tie very well. You mean you havn't done this before?" I mocked. That was, if you remember, the same thing she said to me when I asked her how she got loose from my trap!
We went back to my house, and Emmy told me everything that had happened. A few days after I had tied her up, she told Melissa, and together they plotted to get revenge over the course of those weeks.
Those straps she tied my hands with were actually those things you wrap around garbage bags et. al. to keep them from closing. Several of them together are like handcuffs, only these don't have a key. They put socks on me because they were wrapped so tight it can scar skin (right Gillian?). In fact, even with the socks my wrists were red. By the way, they were coming over to my house to untie me! Emmy said that was the plan all along, and she just wanted to scare me. Oh, she did! Trust me!
Eventually my parents got home at about 4:30! Emmy and Melissa left a little after that. Before she left, Emmy said, "There, now we're even".
I replied, "No, now everyone's fair game! Besides Melissa isn't even with anybody!"
Melissa turned around with wide eyes. Soon, she would be even! And this was, by far, not the last time myself or Emmy were tied up that summer.
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Kiaren's stories
- 01 - My First Contribution : Emmy (m/f)
- 02 - Emma and Melissa (ff/m)
- 03 - Emmy, Melissa, and Jessica (fm/f, m/f, f/m)
- 04 - The Kidnapped Cousin Caper (m/f, ff/m, mf/f)