Summer 1968 - Boys Versus Girls - Story Complete!

[sarumansauron]

Great continuation! Thanks!

[William F Somebody]

I'll add my opinion to the chorus here.

Great chapter, and I really appreciate the new maps. It really makes understanding the story much easier.

And I'm so happy you've practically won.

[xtc]

Sorry, I've not responded for a while. Love the maps.

[Tom Ford]

To Viking, oh she was terribly disappointed. Especially after she came that close to winning the day before.
And yeah. It was easier to narrate the story with the maps. Glad you liked it.

To Chase Ricks, thanks. Still, they got three of us that day, but we won anyway.

To sarumansauron, once again, thanks for your comments.

To William F Somebody, thanks.

As to the maps, thanks. It was easier to tell the story with it than just describe it.

Yup, we’ve won.

To xtc, thanks. The maps made telling the story easier.

Summer 1968

Boys Versus Girls

Part XIII

Savoring Victory
(m+/f+)

We arrived where Andrew, Henry, Betty, Maggie, and Louise were. It took about ten minutes of slow walking to get there, because Angela, who was bound and gagged, made the walk as difficult as she possibly can and walked as slowly as was humanly possible. We didn’t mind because we, after all, had won, and there was no hurry on our part. We got them all, and we will be their captors for two straight days.

“Two days! Two days,” I kept saying, shouting, singing as we made our way towards the others.

Angela merely grunted. After all, what else could she do? We haven’t told her yet that Nancy and Cathy were caught, but our behaviour told her as much. And we could see in her eyes her intense disappointment, as well as resignation to a fate of being bound and gagged for two days.

Frank was already free when we arrived. Betty has her hands tied behind her by my brother. I looked at her bonds, and I could tell how she was tied up (I was the one who later untied her). Her hands were crossed behind her. The rope was wound around, first by the square lash with three passes then cinched in the middle, then to the more conventional diagonal lash over the square lash, where he wrapped rope horizontally, then vertically, around her crossed wrists, then cinched it again in between her hands. He used a long rope, which my brother wrapped around both her waist and her hands, then cinched between her back and wrists, pinning her wrists to her back.

She was still ungagged, and she was talking to my brother Andrew. Henry and Frank were talking to each other excitedly.

“We got her,” I shouted as soon as I sighted them. “We win! Yeah!”

“Not yet,” said Andrew. “We still have to get them in one place.”

“But that is a merely a formality,” I replied.

“So sister, how’d you feel about being tied up and gagged for two days?” I asked.

“You already got Nancy and Cathy?” she asked.

“Yep!” I replied.

Her eyes widened. “Oh you did?”

“Yes,” Andrew replied. “So you scared of being tied up for two days?”

“I am excited!” she said. “I’ve never been tied up that long!”

“You really think you could last that long without breaking and telling us to let you go?” I asked her.

“Well, we’re going to find out, won’t we?” she said. “I’ll bet I can last longer than all the others. So when would we actually begin?”

“Well, I don’t know,” said my brother. “First, we’ve got to get the six of you in one place for two days, and not only you, but at least two of us so we can tie you up. I don’t think it’s that easy to arrange that.”

“Well, the other five could sleep over for two nights at our house,” Betty proposed.

“But would the others agree?” I asked.

“They have to. We lost. If they don’t, they’re sore losers,” my sister proclaimed.

My brother laughed. “I don’t think all of you really looked forward to being tied up for two whole days. Especially Maggie and Louise.”

I picked up four pieces of handkerchiefs from outside pocket of one of the camping bags lying around. “Gag time, sister,” I said.

“We have all the time in the world for that,” my brother said, “but I agree. You’re a captive. You should be seen and not heard.”

“You’re so bad!” Betty said. “But I can’t stop you from gagging me.”

I folded one of the handkerchiefs into a wad and presented it before her mouth. “Open wide!”

She pouted a bit before opening her mouth. I happily stuffed the wad inside.

Andrew took hold one of the handkerchiefs that I got and tied a knot in its center. As soon as I stuffed the wad in my sister’s mouth, he thrust the knot inside of her mouth, positioned it behind her teeth, then tied it quite tightly behind her neck. I then took the roll of duct tape that we have and applied strip after strip to her mouth and lower face, covering everything from ear to ear, from just below the nose to beyond the tip of her chin, with grey. We did not bother with more because from experience, we knew Betty could not remove the gag without the use of her hands.

While we were doing this, Frank and Henry completed the tie up of Angela. First, the gag was reinforced. Frank applied strip after strip of duct tape over her mouth, holding the wad already inside her mouth in place and the knotted handkerchief around her head in position. Then they replaced the handkerchief tied around her hands with rope.

Henry had the pleasure of retying his sister with rope. He had been playing with us for a long time now, and he had picked up some tying techniques from me and my brother. Angela’s hands had been tied identically to that of Betty and the others, meaning that Henry tied his sister’s crossed wrists first with a square lash with three passes followed by cinching it between her hands, then tied the remaining length of rope more conventionally in a diagonal lash, first horizontally, then vertically, then cinched in the middle. Finally, there was still a length of rope left that was wrapped around her hands and waist, then tightly cinched in between her wrists and back, pinning her hands to the small of her back.

At the same time, Andrew and I untied the knees and ankles of Maggie and Louise and helped them stand up. We positioned the bound and gagged Angela and Betty in front of them, and the two girls cooperated by being quiet. Then we removed their blindfolds.

The reaction was palpable.

“MMpphhh,” Louise said upon coming face to face with Angela.

“Mmphhhh,” said Maggie, her eyes wide as saucers

Betty and Angela laughed, although through their gags, it came as faint giggles.

“Okay. Time to march them to Donald’s basement,” said Andrew. “And you’ll meet Nancy and Cathy.”

Each of the four girls got one of us to guide them. Angela walked first, with Andrew close behind, holding her bound wrists to make sure she won’t run away. Behind Andrew was Betty, and Frank was assigned to keep a close eye on her. He walked besides her and clutched her bound arms. Then there was Maggie, and David was marching directly behind her, clutching her by the arms to make sure she can’t get away. Louise was behind them, and I was the one who watched her. I was besides her, at her left, and I rested my left palm on her right shoulder, draping my arms around her back. Henry walked without any of the girls to handle, so he walked freely, running circles around all of us, and generally being a pest, which we didn’t mind at all, as we were in too good a mood to care. Donald too had no girl to keep an eye on, and joined Henry’s shenanigans.

It was a slow walk towards the house because having four bound girls walking was not conductive to a fast walk. And we were in no real hurry. We had all of them, and there was no chance for a turnaround. And the plain between the house and the wooded hill was out of sight for any stranger, and if someone sees us, so what? Besides, we knew sooner or later we would have to untie the girls, much much earlier because we won and had no valid reason to tie them up until six in the evening because the two days haven’t officially started yet. One of the cardinal rules that we have was that once one side won a game, you should not hold the others captive longer than one hour to a half hour. We wanted to keep them tied up as long as possible, and one way of doing that was delaying our official win as long as possible.

So it took twenty minutes to reach Donald’s house. We entered by the back door, and we met Aunt Rachel.

We greeted her and she greeted us. She eyed the four bound girls. “Well, having fun?” she asked the four girls, and they nodded. “Well, we’ll be eating lunch in an hour, and I expect them to eat on their own.”

That meant that we only have an hour to keep them tied up.

We agreed to that, and we descended to the basement, where Donald was keeping watch over Cathy and Nancy.

Oh it would be sweet reunion. Very sweet indeed. It was time to make our victory official.

[sarumansauron]

Cool part XIII! Thanks!

[Mister Mistoffelees]

Ah, Mr. Ford, I wish I could have been there! Actually, I wish I'd had adventures like that... Nice cetails on the bindings, and I enjoy the interplay between the kids. Such fun!...

[Chase Ricks]

Excellent ending sir.

[William F Somebody]

That was an excellent game, an excellent chapter, and a great, great, story. Keep it up.

[Tom Ford]

Okay, after this, there’s one more chapter to tie up loose ends, and this story’s done. Thank you very much, all of you who read my story.

To sarumansauron, once again, thanks.

To Mister Mistoffelees, thanks. I try to make the bindings as detailed as possible, because when I read other stories, its one of the things I look for. We were lucky that we had such adventures when we were little.

To Chase Ricks, thanks.

To William F Somebody, thanks. I’m glad you like it.

Summer 1966

Boys Versus Girls

Part XIV

Victory for the Boys
(m+/f+)

Nancy was sitting at the left end of one long couch in the basement. She was as we left her—hands crossed and bound behind her back, her feet tied at the ankles and knees, and gagged with her mouth filled with cloth and secured by a sock and two handkerchiefs tied around her mouth, and tape securing it and covering her face.

Donald was lying on the couch, using Nancy’s lap as a soft if moving pillow, reading one of his comic books.

Cathy was on the pole in the middle of the basement. Her hands was trapped between her back and the pole, tied at her crossed wrists behind her, and pinned to her back by a waist rope. Her mouth was filled with cloth, and it was secured by handkerchiefs tied over her mouth and knotted at the back of her neck, and tape swathing her lower face. Her ankles and knees were tied. And more rope tied her to the pole at the ankles, the knees, the waist, and the shoulders. They were tightly tied, and cinched, and she was going nowhere.

That was the scene that greeted us when we descended to the basement. I looked at their eyes, and it showed that all hope have gone out, and a look of despair replaced it. They realized that they had lost. I later learned that they had not expected us to catch them all so quickly, and they were still hopeful for rescue and eventual victory.

I looked back at the four captives we had captured in the forest of the hill, and the reaction was the same. Angela stopped as she saw Nancy and Cathy, and there was a palpable grunt that showed her resignation. I learned later that she had hoped that we were just bluffing when we told them that Nancy and Cathy were captured. The same was the case for Betty, Louise, and Maggie. Their eyes widened and they gasped (in their gags) when they saw Nancy and Cathy.

“Lo and behold!” my brother rather overdramatically proclaimed, “Look at each other.”

He then placed Louise, Maggie, Betty and Maggie between the pole where Cathy was, and the couch where Nancy was.

Turning to Nancy and Cathy, he said, “Nancy, Cathy, this is Angela, Louise, Maggie, and my sister Betty!” he finished, pointing to each of them as he mentioned their name.

Then, he looked at the four standing captives. “Louise, Maggie, Betty, Angie,” he began, and he pointed to the pole, “that’s Cathy,” he then pointed to the couch, “and Nancy.”

They groaned in response.

“Before anything else, I think we’ll make you more comfortable. Sit down, please,” he said, pointing to the couch, “for two of you at least. Oh yes, before anything else, can you get me the packaging tape, Donald?”

My cousin got from a nearby table in the basement the packaging tape and tossed it to my brother. He then went behind Angela.

“Could you make a fist?” he asked.

Angela grunted a bit but balled both wrists into fists.

“Thank you,” he said, as he methodically taped her hands into fists, rendering her fingers useless. After that, he tossed the roll to David. “Do the rest, please?”

David nodded and taped the hands of Louise, Betty, and Maggie into fists.

“Now you can go to the couch, but only two of you. I’ll let you decide who,” my brother said.

Louise and Maggie immediately sat down besides Nancy, with Louise on the right end of the couch, and Maggie in the middle.

“Tom, Donald, do their feet,” he commanded

My brother saw two small wooden chairs. He and David carried them so that they were on either side of the couch. “Betty, Angela, you sit here.”

Betty and Angela looked at each other. Angela then sat on the chair to the left of the couch, so Betty went to the one on the right.

“Let’s tie their feet,” my brother said as he got rope from Donald’s stash and tied Angela’s ankles and knees (above the hem of her dress). David did Maggie’s ankles and knees. I did Louise’s lower limbs, while Henry did my sister’s. As a result, they all were tied at the ankles and knees, above their skirts or dresses.

Andrew proceeded to tie Angela to the chair. He tied her ankles to one of the lower rungs under the chair. Her feet still touched the floor, but it was tied back so she can’t kick it forward more than a few inches. Then, more rope was tied around her lap and the seat of the chair, then around the back of the chair and the waist, and around her shoulders. When he was finished, Angela was welded to the chair.

Frank was the one who tied my sister to the chair. Frank tied Betty to the chair identically to how my brother tied up Angela. Feet tied to the lower rung of the chair, lap tied to the seat of the chair, waist and upper body tightly tied to the back of the chair.

David tied the end of a long rope to the ankles of Louise, then tied the other end to the front right leg of the couch, effectively leashing her to the couch. He did the same to Nancy, at the other end of the couch. As for Maggie, in the middle, he got a very very long rope. He tied one end of it to her bound wrists behind her and on the waist rope. Then, he threaded the long rope to the back, under the chair, and to the front. He pulled hard, which had the effect of making Maggie sit straight as her waist and hands were pulled up behind her. Then he tied the other end to her ankles. So that when she tried to pull her ankles away from the chair, the ropes would pull against her wrists and ankles upwards, which effectively pinned her to the couch. In fact, she was more immobilized than Nancy and Louise at the ends of the couch.

“Now that you’re comfortable,” my brother said sarcastically as soon as all the girls were bound to their chairs, “let me tell you something. We got all of you six, right? Right?”

The girls nodded.

“Glad you know that. Tom, could you take over?” he said to me.

“Sure thing,” I said. “It means that we have won! Remember our agreement? If we got all of you in one place, we win! We boys won! You lose! Is that right?” I looked at the other boys.

They all gave hoots of approval!

“Who’s better? Boys or girls?” I asked.

“BOYS!” we all shouted at the top of our lungs.

We then all laughed at that.

“Do you agree with that?” I asked them.

They all shook their heads.

“Well, in that case…” Andrew began, then suddenly tickled Angela.

That began a general tickle offensive. We each concentrated on one girl. Andrew on Angela, me with Louise, David on Nancy, Henry on Cathy, Frank with Louise, and Donald on Maggie. It lasted a minute, and when we were done, they were all a mess as they laughed their hearts out, which in their heavy gags, were muted into faint giggles.

Of course, the question now was what to do with them now that we have finished with the tickling? We knew the answer of course—in less than an hour we’ll untie them because its lunch time, and that would end the tie up games for that day. The two days would not include today.

Still, I looked at the six bound girls. It excited me! I began to wish that I would never have to untie them ever again, and that I could keep them my captive for the rest of my life.

Time was too short. Too short indeed.

[William F Somebody]

Great chapter, and I am eagerly awaiting the last part.

Thanks.

[canuck100]

^ same here! I don't comment after every chapter, but I enjoy them all and always look forward to the next one.

[Tom Ford]

To William F Somebody, thanks.

To canuck100, thanks. Coming from you, that means a lot. Hope you like this chapter too.

Summer 1968

Boys Versus Girls

Part XV

Finale
(m+/f+)

“Donald, try to call Chet and Jay and tell them to come here,” my brother asked my cousin.

“Don’t free them while I’m gone,” he said as he ascended the stairs.

“Don’t worry about that,” Andrew laughed.

A few minutes later, Donald came back.

“Well?” David asked.

“They’re coming,” said my cousin.

“Where were they?” I asked.

“At home,” Donald replied.

“Figures,” I said.

“Well, let’s remove those gags, shall we?” Andrew suggested.

“Why?” asked David. “They should be gagged for the rest of the day.”

“I want to know what exactly happened,” my older brother reasoned as he ungagged Angela. We helped him ungag the rest of the girls.

“You just got lucky,” Angela said as soon as she could talk. “If the twins didn’t go fishing yesterday, we would’ve gotten you good! By the way, where were you yesterday, Frank?”

“Oh we visited some relatives at the next town,” Frank answered.

“See? It’s just dumb luck!” Angela affirmed from Frank’s reply.

“Well, we may be lucky, but we won! And you are going to be tied up for two days!” I said.

“Two days! Will you really tie us up for two days?” Betty asked.

“Sister, you were the one who came up with the idea!” I countered.

“Oh yeah,” my sister sheepishly said. “Well, I thought we would win.”

“Thanks a lot, Betty,” said Nancy sarcastically.

“Well, I thought we were going to win! Angela said we’re a shoe in!” Betty replied.

“We would’ve won! They were just lucky!” Angela replied.

“Why, are you going to back out?” David laughed.

“No,” said my sister. “We lost fair and square.”

“We’re not scared,” said Angela.

“So you’re really gonna do it?” Frank asked.

“Of course,” said Angela.

“How about the rest of you?” Andrew asked.

“I’m in,” said Nancy.

“Me too!” Cathy seconded.

“You wouldn’t even last a day!” David challenged.

“We would!” his sisters replied in unison.

“How about you, Louise?” I asked.

“A bet’s a bet, I guess,” she said.

“Maggie?” Donald asked his sister.

“Why not? We haven’t done it this long before,” she replied. “Who knows? It might be fun!!”

Of course, none of us believed that it would actually last two days. We boys believed that they would quit before it’s over, and the girls believed that we boys would actually let them go before it’s over without them prompting us to do so. The question was who would cave in first.

“Well I believe that you’re going to quit before it’s over!” Andrew said. “You could not stand it!”

“Yeah! You’re going to demand to be untied before it’s over, because we all know, girls are not that tough!” I added.

“Oh yeah? We won’t quit!” Angela replied. “We’re tough!”

“And I’ll bet that you’ll let us go before the two days are over,” my sister said. “You couldn’t stand us being tied up that long!”

“And you’ll let us go without any prompting from us,” Nancy added. “You’d just feel sorry for us, and you’ll let us go after five or six hours. And we won’t quit because you’ll give up because you won’t want to get into trouble!”

Both sides wouldn’t budge, so it became a matter of wills.

“So, are you gonna untie us now?” Louise asked as soon as the argument died down.

“Um, let me think. No,” my brother replied.

“Oh c’mon!” Angela whined.

“You tied us up the entire day yesterday!” I replied.

“You already won!” whined Maggie. “We only kept you that long because we haven’t won yet!”

“One more peep about that and I’ll gag all of you,” my brother threatened.

That ended all their whining about wanting to be free. Instead, we talked about other things instead.

A few minutes later, Chester and Jay arrived. They were amazed at what happened.

Anyway, all of us began telling each other what exactly happened that day.

The account below was what I pieced together from what they told me.

***

After the girls’ failure to catch all of us the previous day, they made their plans to capture us the next day. They didn’t make any changes to what they did. They assumed that we only avoided defeat because of dumb luck (of which I agreed). They didn’t think that Frank and Chester and Jay would be gone for the whole day.

So they planned to wake up earlier than us boys, and catch us at bed, like they did the day before.

However, my brother, Donald, and I slept on our hideout in the wooded hill, and that spoiled their plans. By the time Betty had tried to phone Angela, Angela had already gone to bed, sleeping early so that she can easily wake up at the crack of dawn and get her brother.

Henry knew it, so he planned to wake up early to counter her. Unfortunately for him, his mind might be willing, but his body was not. He set an alarm, and simply shut it off and went back to sleep when it woke him up.

Henry woke up instead to his sister Angela squirting him in the face. He was so sleepy that Angela, after tying him up and gagging him, allowed him to go back to sleep.

Angela then received a call from Betty telling her of the bad news—I, Donald, and my brother were not home. So they went to get David.

Three of them, Maggie, Angela, and Betty went to David’s house. There was a shootout. David got Angela and Maggie, but Betty shot him afterwards and captured him. Then they discovered Cathy and Nancy all tied up and tightly gagged in David’s room because David was the one who woke up earlier. They freed the sisters, and tied up David. They decided that they would use Maggie’s basement as their prison. So they marched David to Maggie’s basement and left his two sisters as his guard.

Maggie, Angela, and Betty went back to Angela’s house, and there, they were joined by Louise. They discussed their next step. They first sent Louise and Maggie to bring the already captured Henry over to Maggie’s basement. Maggie and Louise marched Henry to my Uncle’s basement using the path through the forest. However, as already mentioned, we managed to intercept them and capture Maggie and Louise.

None of this was known to Betty, and Angela, however. Betty saw Frank with a loaded pistol approaching Angela’s house, alone.

Frank had no female siblings living with him, so there was no chance that he would be captured in a similar manner to the others. However, he had no idea what had happened to the others. After he and his family returned yesterday night, he called David and David told him the events of the previous day. So, when, during that morning, he tried calling the other boys to ask about what the plans were, and he got no response from any of us, he assumed that we were captured and that we were held in Louise’s basement.

So he went to Louise’s place. Angela’s house was next door to Louise’s so he decided to capture Angela first before going in and trying to rescue us. He knocked on the door. Mrs. Dale, Angela’s mother let him in and told him that Angela was upstairs in her room. Frank ran up and shot Angela. It turned out that he had walked into a trap, because as soon as he started to tie Angela up, Betty emerged from her hiding place and shot Frank.

So they tied up Frank, and they decided to march him to Maggie’s basement. However, we were waiting, and we managed to capture Betty and Angela, and thus, win the game in our favour.

That’s why Angela was so disappointed. In her mind, she already caught three of us. Things were going so well for them that she didn’t consider the possibility of actually losing.

As for Chester and Jay, they slept late, and they woke up late, about ten thirty. The game was practically over by that time, and they were extremely surprised when they learned from Donald that we caught all of the girls.



In retrospect, the reason for our win was the path between my house and Donald’s house on one hand, and Angela and Louise’s house on the other. That path was overused as a conduit of bound captives during the summer because it was too hot and too impractical to cover our captive’s bonds in thick clothes. So all we had to do was to hide in the bushes besides the path, and sooner or later, they would be passing by to march one captive from one house to another.

After that, we untied them all for lunch. We ate lunch at my Uncle’s house, before my brother and I went home with the bags from the camping trip that we should have brought home hours ago.



So ends the tale of the game to determine who will be tied up for two days.



But things weren’t so simple. What constitutes two days? Does it mean only the daylight hours, or also the night? Should they be tied up only a few hours during each of the two days, or continuously? And are the two days consecutive, or could they be broken up, like the first day being Monday, then the second day Thursday?

And what of the six girls? Could they really stand being our captive for that long? And would they be tied up together in one place at the same time, or would we tie them up piecemeal?

We didn’t think of those questions in those glorious hours. We only thought about tying them up again. It would arise as the task of actually implementing their captivity became quite a challenge.

How did we deal with it? And did we really tie them up for two days?

Read the next part and find out!


Note: That’s it! I’ll probably post the next story, probably my last for a while, within two weeks. And if you have to ask, it’s about the two days that the girls would be tied up as a result for losing the game.

[xtc]

Ah well. At least one more story to come.
Thanks, Tom

[sarumansauron]

Great Adventure! Great story! Thanks!

[Chase Ricks]

Fabulous.

[viking]

loved it.
the victory of one bet turned into a new bet.
who will give in first during the 2 days straight for the girls tied up, though you kinda reviled already that it will last for two days.

[William F Somebody]

Great , great story! The best story from you so far.

I'm looking forward to reading you're next one. Hopefully, it won't be the last.

And congratulations for the win, and having the chance to tie the girls up that long!

[Tom Ford]

I'm going to post my last story in a few days. Thanks for reading this story.

To xtc, thanks for reading.

To sarumansauron, thanks also for your many comments.

to Chase Ricks,, thank you very much.

To Viking, well, the progress of the bet would be the focus of the next story. During that time, both the boys and the girls did not believe that it would last all the way through.

Thanks too.

To William F Somebody, thanks. Well, as of now, it will be the last, as I have no more time to write more. Yup! We were very proud of that win of ours!!!!

[John Kennon Smith]

This story is great!