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The Last War Of Summer - Part 4 "We need to truss these brutes up again," said Chris, taking charge once more. "We are going to be short of rope if we are not careful. I suggest we tie Ken and Stuart to a couple of trees since they behaved themselves and it will only require one length each. Perhaps we can think of something a little more original for these two," pointing to me and Colin, "they both need to be taught that trying to escape doesn't pay!" Our captors now replaced our gags taking extreme care to see that this was done effectively. Chris dealt with mine and as he stepped behind me he asked me how I felt. "I'm fine, really," I said. "I had my reasons for resisting you, so there is no need to worry about me or feel guilty." "That's a relief, Titch," he responded, ruffling his fingers through my hair. I had always hated this (which simply encouraged him to do it more often) and he laughed when I struggled ineffectually to avoid his fingers. "Are you going to open wide for me this time or do I have to do it the hard way again?" I had hoped that Chris's improvised piece of wood might be replaced with a more conventional cloth gag but no such luck. However, I knew that resistance was a waste of time so I obligingly stretched my jaws wide for him while he positioned the padded stick between my teeth before tying it securely in position. As he finished knotting the cord, he said, "I'm sorry I can't make you a little more comfortable but if we catch many more of you we will have nothing left to gag them with!" Ken and Stuart's feet were now freed and they were both dragged towards a couple of trees by two boys apiece. In one swift movement, their hands were untied; they were forced back against the trunk, their arms were seized and pulled behind the trees, their wrists were crossed and tightly lashed, leaving them no movement what so ever. With the rope knotted off well out of reach of their fingers (and with virtually no movement anyway) their chances of getting free were nil. After briefly writhing to test their bonds, they accepted their fate and remained still. Colin and I were still lying on the ground, our hands tied behind our backs and our legs bound at our ankles. We didn't have to wait long to discover our fate. Our captors rolled us on to our stomachs, removed some of the turns of rope from the lashing at our feet and knotted them off again. They now had a spare length of cord and forcing our feet up towards our butts made it fast to our wrists, once again leaving us both tightly hogtied. As usual, great care was taken to ensure that no knots were within reach of our fingers and I groaned inwardly - we were here until we were rescued or time was called! We were then rolled onto our sides facing one another after which they stood back to admire their handiwork. Well satisfied, Chris led "his" troops away leaving Simon and Mark to guard us. They moved silently to the other side of the clearing and merged side by side into the bushes where I could just make them out keeping close watch and talking quietly. I desperately wanted to know what was happening with the rest of our team and felt frustrated by my immobility. I peered at Colin laying still and silent in front of me. Our adversaries had done their work well - movement was impossible and our gags had been replaced so efficiently that the only sound I could make was a muffled mmmpppfh, which I doubted even Colin could hear. Powerless to do anything more, I relaxed and let my head fall back on the ground. Time passed and I lay there uncomfortably while my arms and legs began to ache again, when suddenly I noticed a movement behind our guards. Without apparently showing any interest, I slowly raised my head as if adjusting my position. Sure enough, I could see the outline of a figure standing almost hidden by the foliage behind our two crouching guards. From my position of helplessness I watched the figure silently raise a water pistol at the same time becoming aware that Colin was watching me curiously; as he was lying on his side facing me he could not see the unfolding drama. I saw the spurts of water and saw Mark and Simon spring up and spin around as they felt the wet patches spreading on their tee shirts. Robert stepped forward ordering them to stand still and raise their hands. Under our rules they were Robert's prisoners and they both reluctantly obeyed. He ushered them into the clearing taking in our predicament with a sweeping glance. Ignoring us for the time being he ordered Simon to lie down with his hands behind his back. I was intrigued as he passed a length of rope to Mark and ordered him to tie his friend's hands. "And make a good job of it," he warned. "I shall check and it will be worse for you if you don't." Mark knelt beside his buddy while Simon turned his head and looked pleadingly into his eyes. His appeal was wasted - Mark looked at Robert covering both boys with his pistol, realized there was no escape and quickly and efficiently tied his friend’s hands securely behind his back. Simon subsided on the ground defeated while Mark was ordered down beside the bound boy. Robert stepped forward , and pulling Mark's arms behind him, crossed his wrists and lashed them tightly. Stepping across to Simon, he undid Mark's knots, tugged hard on the loops of cord around the boy's wrists extracting a yelp from his prisoner and retied the lashing securely making sure the knots could not be reached. At leisure now, he drew out more rope and tied the two boys’ ankles together, and quickly gagged them. With his prisoners secured, he turned his attention to us. He approached me first but as he knelt down I shook my head violently trying desperately to point at Ken and Stuart. Almost immediately he grasped my meaning - only their wrists were tied and consequently they could be liberated quickly and then assist in liberating us. This was soon accomplished and shortly, Stuart was crouching over me, untying the rope between wrists and ankles. I stretched out luxuriously as Stuart completed untying my feet , even though my hands were still bound; and when my gag was taken off, I breathed a sigh of relief. Next to me, Colin was also reveling in his newly gained freedom. There was no sign of poor Stuart's tee shirt so he was condemned to going shirtless for the rest of the afternoon. I at least faired a little better - my captors had brought my trainers with them when I was carried here, having first been taken prisoner. I quickly recovered them and put them on...
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