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 Saturday, December 14th 2002 - 07:18:29 PM

   (Stuff not relevant to the following story has been deleted - JM)

   Our host asked for more stories, I will humour him by posting a short
story from when I was about thirteen.  Let me add that this story includes
the dangers of leaving your prisoner bound and gagged for a longer period
of time and by doing so, you get one angry friend...

   PH syrinxpar@yahoo.se Sverige

   Saturday, December 14th 2002 - 07:45:52 PM

   The Lost Kidnap Victim

   When I was about thirteen I spent a weekend at a friend's home in the
countryside outside the town where I lived.  I had been invited there
together with another friend from school, John.

   Our host, called Pete, lived on an old farm together with his sister
Frida and his parents.  Pete suggested that we should play his version of
cowboys and indians, where two teams would fight each other and try to
capture each other's treasure, a game I hade played before.  I understood
it would have tie-up opportunities in it and thought the idea great.

   The game was to be played between the cowboys: me, John and Frida
against Pete and two of his older cousins as the indians.  Our treasure was
a little glass-diamond that we hid in the forest.  The indians had their
camp in an old barn, used only to store hay, we had ours in a tree-house in
the woods.

   The game started and we set out trying to avoid being captured.  I ran
with Frida behind the barn while John tried to sneak inside and spy on the
indians.

   While we were in the woods behind the barn, John was captured by Pete's
two cousins.  He was taken to a storage room in the cellar of the barn
where he was made to take off his sneakers and socks and was hog-tied on
the cold cement floor and gagged.  The two cousins left him there to be
interrogated later, locking the door and leaving John hog-tied and helpless
in a dark storage room.

   About an hour later Frida and me were ambushed by the three indians.  At
gunpoint, or rather at stickpoint as they used sticks as spears, we had to
surrender.  They made us take off our shoes and socks and tied our hands
behind our backs.  We were then marched back to the barn, barefoot and
tied.

   In the barn they quickly tied us sitting with our backs to wooden posts
that held the ceiling up.  Our bare feet were tied and fastened on top of a
big wooden post that lay on the floor.

   At this point, Pete's Mom came in to the barn and told the two cousins
to go home, their parents wanted them to do some chores.  They left and we
were alone with Pete, our captor.

   To get us to tell the hiding-place of the treasure he tickled our feet,
using his fingers and some straws of hay.  I had been tickled before
several times and tried to keep as calm as I could.  Frida, who was
extremely ticklish, thrashed, screamed and giggled helplessly.  Pete knew
exactly where to and how to tickle his tied up sister.  Soon she had
revealed the hiding place.

   Pete released us from the posts and marched us to a back-room where we
were hog-tied and gagged.  He left us there to struggle for an hour before
he released us.  We went back into the woods to get our sneakers and to
look for John.  The cousins had not told Pete that John was hog-tied in the
cellar.

   We searched for about an hour before Frida heard faint mumbling noices
from the cellar door.  Inside we found John on the floor, hog-tied and
gagged.  When he was un-tied he was fuming with anger and had deep
rope-burns on his wrists and ankles.  He had no feeling in his fingers for
about five minutes after being released.

   He was very angry with Pete and his cousins, but that mellowed down
after a while and we played more later that spring.
   PH syrinxpar@yahoo.se Sweden