MUSICAL CAPTORS

BY JILL THE SUB

[ part 2 ]

Jill & Amanda

Jill was in the same grade as Scott, but you wouldn’t know it to look at them. Jill had hit her growth spurt early, and was now almost a head taller than Scott- and towered over most of the girls in her grade. Unfortunately, height was about the only way she was growing, and her chest was still underdeveloped. She was tall and pipe-cleaner thin in that awful, awkward, gawky-dorky adolescent way. Jill played basketball to maximize her height advantage, and pretended not to notice the nicknames her shorter classmates tagged her with. She was blonde and blue-eyed and tried as much as she could to write the name calling off to jealousy. She’d just feel better if she had a chest.

Jill was their next door neighbor, and over at Scott & Amanda’s at least as often as she was at her own house. For one thing, Scott had a basketball goal mounted in his driveway, so she was always over for practice and Horse and one-on-one. For another thing, her parents were never home, so she felt better, and her parents felt better if she was in a house that actually had parents in it. Other than that, her parents never really bothered to check on her, they always just assumed that if Jill wasn’t around, she was next door.

Scott’s parents had taken in their “adopted daughter” with casual neighborly grace, and Jill wasn’t sure they knew how much it meant to her, having a place to go. In exchange for the occasional dinner, Jill was more than happy to help Amanda with her homework, babysit when Scott wasn’t around (which was more and more often these days, and Jill had noticed far more than Amanda had) and to take bring in the mail & water the plants while they were out of town. Jill had a spare key in case Amanda or Scott ever lost theirs.

Scott looked baffled at Jill’s sudden entrance, and Jill looked just as surprised to see Scott there…with Amanda tied up and gagged on his lap. They exchanged “deer in the headlights” looks with each other.

“Hey, Jill. What are you doing here?” Scott got his tongue back first, but then, he had home field advantage.

“Ummm…I came to check on the place while your parents are gone. I, uhhh…I thought you guys were already gone to school? And what are you doing with Amanda?”

Scott laughed. The look on Jill’s face was just too precious, and the tension he felt over being “busted” in a compromising position needed release. The surprise had pretty much cancelled his erection, but he knew it would be back. “She’s my tickle-prisoner. It’s just a game. You can help me guard her, now that you’re here. I knew you were going to watch the house, but my parents aren’t leaving until tomorrow.”

“Dude, your parents are already gone. Their car isn’t outside. They asked me last night to stay with Amanda after school until Karen got here because you were going to be out with L.A.”

“What? Why didn’t they tell me that?” Scott was surprised.

Amanda started laughing. She tried saying, “That was what I was trying to tell you all along!” But it came out muffled and incomprehensible through her gag. Jill caught on right away. “I think your sister knows, maybe you should ask her.” She smiled, and Amanda nodded back to her.

Scott slid Amanda off his lap and gave her another tickle. “Well, if you were coming over after school, what are you doing here now? Are you wearing that to school? That’s a little casual, even for you.”

Jill was dressed in her standard t-shirt, cut-off jeans shorts, and white keds sneakers that she wore to run around with Scott and Amanda. Cut off jeans were against the school’s dress code. “Oh. Ummm…uh, I wasn’t really sure if I was going to go today. I figured I might as well water the plants and stuff so I wouldn’t forget later.”

“Hold on, I gotta get breakfast,” Scott dashed into the kitchen, remembering that the timer chimed when Jill walked in. Amanda took the opportunity to jump up off the couch and skip over to see Jill, her eyes shining with mischief. She held out her bandanna-bound hands so Jill could untie her.

Jill wasn’t that surprised to see Amanda tied up, she’d been witness to dozens of sibling squabbles and bratty vengeance played out over the years. She was more surprised that the two of them weren’t off to school already, and at having to explain her own presence here this early. She was glad Scott bought her lie, or even if he hadn’t, was willing to drop it for now. He was her best friend and practically her brother, but she wasn’t bold enough to tell him why she was really here at this hour.

Amanda waggled her tied wrists up at Jill and grunted into her gag and gave her best pleading innocent-puppy look. “Well, I don’t know,” said Jill in response to the unspoken request. “What did you do to him to deserve this?” In the world of sibling rivalry, pre-emptive strikes were common, but paybacks and “she started it’s” were more common.

“Nothing, honest!” came out more like “nuffmm, hmmsmm!” thanks to the gag. Amanda shook her head. Jill laughed. “Bring her in here!” shouted Scott from the kitchen. Now that he knew his parents weren’t sleeping, there wasn’t any real need to be quiet.

Jill took Amanda by one shoulder, and spun her in the direction of the kitchen, stepping behind her and hugging Amanda back against her chest. “Let’s go, prisoner.” Jill marched Amanda into the kitchen, immediately getting into the spirit of the game.

“I’m taking her gag off, unless you plan on feeding her intravenously,” announced Jill as she got Amanda into her chair at the table. Scott set out another plate and poured another glass of orange juice for Jill. “Is this her last meal before the firing squad, or is being sent off to school her fate worse than death?”

Scott chuckled as he finished fixing Jill part of his breakfast. “You know…” he began slyly. “Since my parents are already gone for the weekend, and Aunt Karen won’t be here for us until tonight…I kinda like your idea, Jill.”

“My idea?” she tugged the bandanna out of Amanda’s mouth and let it hang down around her neck. Amanda pushed the hanky, now just a saliva-packed wad of cloth, out of her mouth with her tongue. “Gross!” said Jill, dropping it on the table.

“Yeah,” continued Scott, “about not going in to school today. We could all take the day off.” For Scott, not having parents around was a luxury. For Jill, it was usually the other way around.

“YEAH!” shouted Amanda in agreement. “No School Day!”

This didn’t really fit with Jill’s plan for the day, but there was no polite way of getting Amanda & Scott out of their own house without explaining why she was really here. “Sounds great. I’m in. Here, Amanda, I’ll untie your hands.” Jill didn’t see how loosely she was bound.

“No, don’t. I want you to feed me.”

“Fine. Open up.” And Jill got into the game and spoon-fed Amanda breakfast, getting a few giggles when Amanda’s orange juice “accidentally” trickled all down her chin and neck. Jill used the napkin to dab the prisoner clean, and got the rest of breakfast in her without mishap.

After breakfast, Scott reached for Amanda, “Meal time is over, prisoner! Now to get your gag back on!” Amanda pulled away from him, nearly sliding out of the chair.

“What are you talking about? Mom and dad aren’t here! No one’s gonna hear us.”

“All prisoners have the right to remain silent, Amanda. We could still all go to school if you want, or we could keep playing. Up to you.”

“Okay, let’s keep playing.” She looked at the wet, sour wad of handkerchief laying on the kitchen table by her plate. “But don’t put that thing back in my mouth. Go get another one.”

Part of the game was reaching compromise in the “play as you go” rules. “Okay, we’ll try this.” Scott went to the sink and got the large, white, thin dishtowel hanging from the hook, and dutifully, meticulously started making large folds in it, over and over, until it was a long cloth band. He stepped behind Amanda and untied the knot in the bright red bandanna hanging around her neck. He shook that out, and then rolled it up into a tight ball. “This one isn’t too wet to use, you only had a little of it in your mouth. Open wide and say, ‘Ahhh’!”

“Ahhhhh!” Amanda opened up, just like for the dentist. Scott quickly popped the wadded bandanna ball into her mouth. It was just a size larger than the small white handkerchief, and Scott had to work it a little to fit it in, but he knew from looking at the now used hanky that her saliva would pack it down to a manageable size. Amanda’s eyes bugged out a little as her tongue worked to adjust to the cloth packing her mouth. Finally, he took the long banded dishtowel and wound it around Amanda’s head completely, then back around and tied it off in a secure knot. “There we go. That should keep you quiet.”

He turned to Jill. Whatever he was about to say, Jill pre-empted him, “I’m a guard, right? Not another prisoner in the game.”

Scott smiled slyly. “Well….”

Jill looked stern. “I’m a Guard, Scott. Period.”

Scott laughed. That’s actually what he had in mind anyway. Since Jill was the one who could blow the whistle on them to their parents, both about not being in school and about the game, Scott decided not to push his luck. “Fine, you’re a guard. Now, take the prisoner to get dressed, and don’t let your guard down for a minute! She’s wily, intelligent, dangerous, master criminal, this one is.” He helped Amanda up from the chair and gave her a hard swift swat on her butt, which produced a comical yelp only slightly muffled by the gag. “I will do the dishes.”

That sounded like a fair trade to Jill, who again stood behind Amanda and hugged the bound prisoner against her chest and force-marched her down the hall back to her bedroom. Once there, Jill knew it would be impossible to dress Amanda with her hands tied, so she untied the bandanna binding, noticing for the first time how loose it was, and how it was just for “show” in their little tickle-game. “Hands up!” Jill commanded, and Amanda threw her arms in the air obediently. Jill couldn’t resist and tickled Amanda’s vulnerable sides and armpits. Amanda shrieked laughter into the gag, and collapsed in giggles on the floor. Jill crouched over her and continued the tickle-torture for a little bit. “Okay, try that again, up! Up! Hands in the air!” And Amanda obeyed again. This time Jill grabbed the bottom of Amanda’s sleeper-jersey and pulled it off over her head, leaving Amanda in nothing but her white socks and panties. But of course, Jill was here more than she was at her own house, and she and Amanda were practically sisters and had changed in front of each other many times.

Amanda then took hold of Amanda’s panties and slid them down off her hips, to puddle around her ankles. “Step out.” And Amanda stepped out of them. Jill judged the socks were fine as they were and too big a hassle to change. She got Amanda into fresh panties, kittycat t-shirt, and was about to go for jeans, but then decided on shorts- if they were going to continue the tickle game, then the more skin exposed to tickle, the better. Finally, she tied a pair of red keds sneakers on Amanda’s feet, to match Jill’s own white ones. All the while, Scott’s creative and effective gag remained in place. Jill was going to brush out Amanda’s hair, but she’d have to untie the gag to do that, so that could wait until lunch. She’d have to remember to have her brush her teeth then, too.

“Now let’s get you back to central command,” Jill said in her prison-guard voice. “Hands behind your back!” And Amanda complied, and Jill tied the black and white bandanna back around her wrists- a little tighter than Scott had, but loose enough that Amanda could squirm free if she wanted to, since they were just playing.

Jill fell in behind her and hugged her neighbor back against her chest for the familiar prisoner-march back to the living room just before leaving, Jill pocketed a red bandanna from Amanda’s dresser. Scott had been busy in their absence. He had done the dishes, and set up the DVD player with some themed entertainment for today. They all sat down on the couch together, and Scott decided to “take no chances with the dangerous prisoner” and knelt down in front of Amanda and bound her ankles together with the red bandanna he picked up earlier. “Huh,” though Jill, “that’s what I was going to do.”

Then Scott showed them what movies he had selected, which fit today’s theme: they watched The Big Hit, Single White Female, and Bound. The movie ratings and the thought that some of those movies weren’t appropriate for someone as young as Amanda never entered their minds.

They didn’t sit passively during the movies, though. Every so often one or the other would lean over and tickle Amanda, and a couple of times Scott got a few tickle-gropes in on his neighbor. During the scene in The Big Hit, they decided to copy it and had races around the house with their feet tied with bandannas. Jill won easily, even with her feet tied, she was still faster than they were. Also during the Big Hit, it reminded Amanda that she had to pee, and she was able to pantomime that to Jill, who took her prisoner bunny-hopping to the bathroom, and slid her shorts and panties down, just like in the movie. Amanda knew Jill would always take care of her.

While this was going on, Scott was on the phone a lot. When Jill asked him who it was, he just shook his head at her, but she knew who he was calling. Finally, on the last call, he hung up the phone with a triumphant, “YES!!”

He smiled to Jill. “L. A. said she’d cut her last classes after lunch and come over here. Since you’re already here to watch Amanda, we can start our date early.” Jill tried to hide the look on her face, and turned away before Scott had a chance to misinterpret it.

“And now, its exercise time for the prisoner,” Scott said. Even with all the races and chases, tickling and tackling, and bunny-hopping near-escapes, Scott knew you can only sit on the couch watching movies for so long. Plus, with L. A. coming over, he wanted one last chance to play around with Amanda before his girlfriend got here. So he untied Amanda’s hands, and untied her gag.

“What are we doing now?” asked Amanda when she spit out the bandanna. Her voice sounded croaky-funny to her because her mouth was so dry now.

“Even real prisoners in jail get time in the exercise yard. Since Jill is here, let’s play some basketball.”

“Shiny!” shouted Amanda, her favorite word from the TV show Firefly. She jumped up to run outside and grab the ball first, but forgot her feet were still tied up and fell forward on the floor.

“Whoa, little freight train! Take it easy!” Scott laughed and scooped her up off the floor and stood her upright on her bound feet. He and Jill raced outside and left Amanda to pick at the knot binding the bandanna around her ankles, which had gotten tighter with all the kicking she did whenever she was tickled. Finally, she gave up on the knot, and untied her keds instead, and took off her shoes so she could slide the bandanna down off her feet, then raced outside to join her brother and Jill. Jill was in the driveway, tying her long blonde hair back with a navy blue bandanna so it wouldn’t be in her face during the game.

The game was great, but Jill seemed really off her stride. It seemed her mind really wasn’t on the game. When they had gotten pretty hot and sweaty, Jill excused herself to go in and get lemonade for everyone, but Amanda could see something was wrong, so she excused herself a minute later to go help. She found Jill sitting on the steps in front of the house, her long, blonde hair, slightly damp from the exertion of the game, hanging forward to cover her face.

Amanda quietly came up and sat down next to her neighbor, so not to disturb her. They sat there for a minute or so in silence, before Amanda finally had to ask. “Are you bothered because Scott asked L. A. to come over early?” Jill couldn’t speak, she just nodded.

Amanda asked the big question, “Is it because…do you love Scott?”

Jill was quiet a long time, staring down at her sneakers. But finally, she looked up at Amanda, her eyes peeking out through a curtain of long blonde hair. “No…I think…I think I’m in love with L. A.”