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Subject: {ASSM} Fairies 06: Tying Up Tina {Georgie Porgie} (b+/g pedo nc bond tort)
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          Don't skip over this disclaimer!  It's important!

       This and other stories by Georgie Porgie can be found at:
                 http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/GeorgiePorgie/www

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"If the First Amendment means anything, it means that a state has no
business telling a man, sitting alone in his own house, what books he
may read or what films he may watch."  -- Justice Thurgood Marshall

Never let anyone try to tell you that you're not allowed to READ A STORY
because you're under some stupid arbitrary age that changes from country
to country, and year to year.  But if you're under the stupid arbitrary
age at the particular time and place you read this, keep quiet about it.

And never let anyone try to tell you that you're not allowed to READ A
STORY because some people currently in power in the place you live (no
matter if that's your country or your home) have decided THEY don't like
to read what YOU like to read.  But if they've 'banned' this story, then
keep quiet about it reading it.

The author does not condone abuse of any person, by any other person,
regardless of the ages, genders, heritage, or political or biological
relationships between any of the persons involved.  Abuse includes any
activity done without the willing participation of everyone directly
involved, unless done to prevent other abuse under this definition.
But it also includes using force or threats to interfere in, disrupt,
or prevent the activities of others NOT committing abuse under this
definition, by others who are NOT directly involved.  Any person guilty
of abuse under this definition should be arrested to prevent such abuse.

"There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book.  Books
are well written or badly written.  That is all."  -- Oscar Wilde

Fantasies are fantasies, and are not real life.  This story is a FANTASY
and if it involves abuse of anyone by anyone else, then nobody should
act that way in real life, nor tolerate anyone else acting that way in
real life.  But neither should anyone object, in real life, to anyone
else's FANTASIES, let alone try to justify real-life abuse because of
them.  In over 30 years of reading and writing stories like this, the
author has NEVER hurt any real person, nor tolerated anyone else doing
so.  Enjoying FANTASIES like this DOES NOT and NEED NOT not make anyone
a monster in real life, as long as they understand that real people are
not to be treated this way.

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                                Fairies

Caution! Just because you liked the first chapter does not mean you will
like the following chapters, and vice versa.  Take note of the story
codes, and avoid reading chapters that take these girls places you don't
want to follow.

As always, this story is not real, has never happened, and I hope will
never happen, and any resemblance to any real or imaginary person,
character, structure, or place is purely an unintentional coincidence.

                       Chapter 6: Tying Up Tina

With the cruelest of intentions, and actions almost as cruel, the
boys tie up their prey.  Tina suffers, thoughts of silver bracelets
driven far away by new thoughts of misery and torment.

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                                Fairies

                           by Georgie Porgie
                             27 March 2003


                        Chapter 6: Tying Up Tina

     "Please don't spank me very hard," Tina quavered, looking over her
shoulder at the boy, her neighbor, who stood behind her frowning, stern
yet somehow amused.  The belt in his hand frightened her, but she kept
her arms spread out across the patio table, holding the far edges, as
instructed.  Tina had been spanked before, of course, but never on her
bare bottom, and never with a belt, and never with anyone watching.

     And never by boys in her neighborhood.  She trembled.  Nor with a
boy taking pictures of her as she lay naked on a table out in the full
light of day waiting for it to begin.  Aside from fear of her punishment
Tina also felt embarassed, being completely naked with four boys around
her, looking at her.  Sure, with her front on the cold metal table, only
her bare back and bottom showed, but only her long black braided hair
running down her back covered her bare body at all, and it shirked its
duty, draping across her right hip.  She had kept her braid covering her
bottom crack at first, but she'd accidentally flipped it to the side by
turning her head to see Bob, leaving herself completely exposed.

     Tina had seen her next-door neighbor and friend, Karen, getting
spanked before, with a belt, on her bare bottom.  She'd seen it happen
many times, in fact, since Karen's father spanked Karen regularly, for
every little thing the girl did that displeased him in any way.  Even
though she was a year older than Tina, Karen had always started bawling
before the third swat, all the times Tina had seen her getting spanked.
Tina hoped Bob wouldn't spank her hard enough to make her cry like that.
She didn't want to be a bawlbaby like Karen.

     Three of Bob's friends watched, leering at the naked girl from both
sides.  "Wait a sec," Jeremy said.  "Don't forget your..." he looked at
Bob and pointed to the house.

     "Oh, right."  Bob remembered, his father sat just inside, watching
a game on tv.  He didn't think it would be smart to let Tina disturb his
father.  He glanced around his back yard, searching for something to use
as a gag, but didn't immediately find anything suitable.

     Ken put his camera down and lifted the bag he'd retrieved from his
home on the way to Bob's.  "I have what we need, right here," he said
with a smile.  He reached into the bag and drew out a thick rod and a
rubber strap with metal hooks on each end.  Intended for holding items
on a bicycle, it still served Ken's purpose perfectly.  He added a few
short coils of sash cord, dropping a shiny pair of handcuffs back into
the bag before Tina saw.  "I sorta thought we'd be needing this," he
laughed, handing one coil to Bob and the others to Jeremy and Steve.

     They knew what to do, without any words exchanged.  After all, they
had a naked little girl laying across a table, arms outstretched in the
sunlight, submissively waiting to be spanked.  And they each had a coil
of thin cord in their hands.  What else could a boy possibly do, in that
situation?

     Steve and Jeremy lifted Tina's hands, holding her fingers together,
and pushed a loop of the cord onto each of her wrists.  Ken's coils of
sash cord came with loops already tied on each end.  The boys pulled the
loops snug, just where her wrists bent.

     "What?" Tina wondered.  "What's that for?"  She waited in vain for
an answer.  "Hey!" she exclaimed, when she felt a loop of cord slide up
past her feet and pull tight around her ankles.  "Heym!!" she protested,
when a thick rod pressed in across her mouth.  "Whumt zat form?  Shtop,"
the confused girl mumbled, while clenching her teeth tightly to keep the
rod out of her mouth.  "Heeeeeymm!" she squealed, when she felt the cord
on her ankles tighten, and the cords on her wrists pull down under the
table.  She twisted her head trying to avoid the rod, but it followed
her wherever she turned.

     "You'll get spanked with this in your mouth, or spanked ten times
worse without it," Ken threatened, pushing harder.  He leaned close to
her ear and added, "So I suggest you open up right now."

     "Whaaa- uhhh uhhmmm, ahhh," Tina mumbled.  The rod grated in past
her teeth as she spoke.  She felt four boys working on her all at once.
Still afraid of making them mad, and getting a worse punishment, Tina
tried not to squirm, but she couldn't help herself.  She tried to tell
them when it hurt her, so they would stop, but only whimpers escaped the
rod filling and hurting her mouth.  "Eehhhhaahhh!  Uhaahh!  Eahh!"  Her
whimpers only seemed to make the boys chuckle and pull harder, hurting
her even more.

     Ken slid the rubber strap under her braid behind her head, past her
ears, up around the rod on both sides of her face, and back beside her
ears again.  Taking the ends firmly in both hands, he stretched it far
beyond its normal range, bending Tina's neck back, forcing a moan of
anguish from the helpless girl as he jerked the metal hooks together and
connected them.  The strap snapped the back of her head as he suddenly
released it.  The ends of the hooks dug into the top of her braid.

     Tina's chin hit the table hard.  Her teeth bit into the wooden rod.
Pain jolted her.  "Uuhh!" she moaned.  She lifted her head and turned to
look at him.  She couldn't see Steve, Jeremy, or Bob, only Ken, the boy
who had just gagged her.  Tina tried pulling her arms, then her legs,
and found herself helpless.  And naked.  And unable to tell them to stop
it, unable to scream for help.  Which she desperately wanted to do.

     Ken stood back and grabbed for his camera, hurrying to record the
first sight of Tina's terrified look, the first tears beginning to form
in her watering eyes.  He moved around the table to get other views of
her naked form.

     It took a while longer for the other three boys to complete their
tasks.  Steve had the thin sash cord looped around her left wrist.  He
ran the end around a table leg and back to her wrist, squeezed it back
through the loop, and pulled out the slack.  He jerked it, and jerked it
again.  The thin cord on Tina's wrist tightened painfully.  He chuckled
when he heard Tina's little whimper of fright and pain afterward.  Just
to make sure she'd whimpered from his action, and not someone else's, he
jerked the cord again, harder.  Another whimper, louder, more anguished,
rewarded his efforts.

     "Eeeehh!" the helpless girl squeaked.

     Meanwhile Jeremy did much the same with Tina's right wrist, except
he first ran the cord around two distant table legs before returning it
to her wrist, pulling two ways so she couldn't slide her arm along the
table top at all.  When he jerked the cord to tighten it up, the little
girl squealed.  Jeremy had to be sure, just as Steve had, since Tina's
moans and soft whimpers rarely stopped for long.  He wrapped the end of
the cord around a stick from the ground, held the ends of the stick with
a thumb over the end of the cord, and yanked.

     "Aaahhwww!!" Tina whined, as the cord bit hard into her tender
right wrist.  "Ahwww!! Aaahhhwww, aaaawwwww" she continued whimpering.

     Satisfied with the cord's tension, Jeremy pushed the stick between
two bars of the table's frame, and twisted it until it held in place.

     Bob knelt by Tina's legs as they hung down over the rounded edge of
the patio table.  Once he had the first loop of cord around her ankles
to keep her legs still, he added more wraps, then several wraps crossing
those.  He knew there was probably some Japanese name for the way he'd
tied the knots, but he didn't care.  He wasn't tying the knots for the
sake of the knots, and he couldn't care less whether anyone else had
ever tied the same knots he had.  He tied knots for a different reason.
He grinned, as his reason squealed in pain above him.  Someone else had
caused that, but Bob knew his chance would come soon enough.

     When he had the cord looped around the center of the frame under
the table, he made another trip to Tina's ankles and back to the center.
Then he could stand back and pull on the cord to tighten everything up,
able to watch Tina as he did.  Noticing the clever idea Jeremy had used,
he pulled a short stake out of his mother's flower garden, and held it
as a handle for the thin cord.  After all, he didn't want the cord to
cut into his fingers and hurt him.  There was only one person he wanted
it to hurt.

     Since he'd been the last to finish, Steve and Jeremy joined him, as
Ken continued taking picture after picture of the sexy little doll they
had before them.  Standing behind her with a great view of her bare ass,
Bob gripped the stick, leaned back, and began a series of tugs on the
cord, tightening it up a little at a time.

     "Eeeuuhh! Eeeeeeuughh!!" Tina moaned.  Her legs straightened, her
leg muscles tensed, and her feet pulled under the table.  The cord bit
into her ankles, the loops cutting deeper into her with each of Bob's
hard jerks.  Tina whimpered louder after each pull.  "Aaahhhwwwwwwww!"

     Bob's relentless jerks on the cord tightened the loops between her
ankles further and forced her legs to follow her feet under the table.
The backs of her legs began to ache as she stretched.

     Tina forgot all about that pain as the biting pain in her wrists
intensified.  The leverage of her thighs against the table forced her
body back slightly.  "MMmwwwwaeeeaaaahhh!  Ohhhwwwwwh!!" she wailed in
agony, plenty loud enough for the boys to hear, but stifled by the rod
held fast between her teeth.  Nobody except them heard anything.

     Ken continued circling her, snapping many more pictures as Tina's
slender body stretched around the table's edge.  He framed her from the
side, her ribcage clearly outlined, her stomach taut to her hipbones,
her shoulder muscles bunched up as her arm stretched up and to the side,
a tiny nipple peeking out at him, a little pink spot on her beautiful
smooth chest, a dark black braid laying across her pale back.

     He loved it that she kept turning her head to follow him, since he
loved to get her tear-streaked face and the rod-and-strap gag in as many
pictures as possible.  He laughed, thinking she expected him to release
her if she only looked miserable enough.  He zoomed in on her face and
clicked a perfect shot of that misery, just as she moaned again.

     Bob gave a final yank, satisfied once Tina's feet disappeared into
the shadow of the table.  The sun still lit her legs down to her knees,
locked straight by the strain of the cords.  He pushed the stake into
the ground and hammered it in place, and retrieved his belt where he'd
left it earlier.

     "I think she's ready for the spanking now," Steve smirked.

     The terrified little girl, already sobbing from the excruciating
pain in her wrists and ankles, mouth and legs, heard him.  "Oooaaahhhh,
uoohh, uuhhhhohhh," she moaned, quietly.  She desperately pulled against
her bonds, but it only hurt her even worse.  "Aaww, UhhAwww, UhhAawww,"
she bawled, awaiting her punishment, wondering if it could possibly get
any worse, but fearing that it could, and would.  She knew she had no
escape.  Her only hope was rescue, but she knew that nobody knew she was
there, or knew what the boys were doing to her.

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      This and other stories by Georgie Porgie can be found at:
                http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/GeorgiePorgie/www
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