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TWINS TIED [ part 7 ] Christy had the girls stand side by side to begin with. She tied each girl with their wrists behind their backs, and their ankles together, then tied their big toes together, pulling the rope back, and tying it off the their ankle ties, their big toes lifted off the floor, and pulled back toward their ankles as far as she could get them. Next, she tied their upper bodies with more rope, pinning their arms to their upper bodies. She arranged next to put a cunt rope on the three of them, tightly tied into their cunts and anuses. The girls all screamed at this rope intruding into their privates. Christy then tied rope above their knees, then below their knees. She then took each girl and placed them next to each other in a triangle with their backs inside. Christy had left long ends of the ropes from their wrists dangling. Now, she took all of these ends, and tied all their wrists together, forcing the girls back toward each other, the backs of their heads literally pressing against each other. Christy then got on her knees and pushed all their ankles together, and tied them that way as well. Now, the girls could barely move, but she had a couple more things to do to them. She took twine, formed little slipknots in it, and began with Chrissy, then Cissy, and lastly Misty. The first two slipknots she put over Chrissy’s little nipples, who gave out a little cry when Christy pulled them as tightly as she could. With the same length of twine, she did the same to Cissy, who also screamed. And finally, using the last of the twine, slipped the knots over Misty’s large nipples. She really screamed. Christy took the end, pulled it toward Chrissy’s nipple which first received the twine, and tied it tightly over the first nipple Christy had used. “OK, my little tied up cunts, head for the basement. Cissy, you are faced directly toward the basement stairs. Get down them the best way you girls can.” The way the girls were tied they could barely move. But they finally found a rhythm. It took them almost an hour to get downstairs, but they did make it. “OK, girls. Stop. You are just exactly in the spot where I want you. I am going to pick you girls up and put you on a small table, one which will barely hold you.” The girls felt Christy’s arms picking them up as a unit, and their bare feet felt the hard wood of some king of table. Their toes barely fit. “What you will feel next will be true hangman’s nooses, with thirteen wraps around the bottom part of the rope which goes over your necks.” Again, the girls felt the hangman’s nooses being put around their necks, then pulled tightly, nearly choking them, allowing them to breathe but just barely, forced to their tiptoes. “If you slip even a little bit, the table will fall over, and you will all be hanged instantly. In other words, you will die. I am going to leave you for a while. I really want you to enjoy your bondage.” A few minutes later, the girls heard the front door slam shut and locked, and a car being driven away. They couldn’t talk to each other, they couldn’t see each other, they couldn’t move, they couldn’t get free. Their nipples, large from the twine around them, burned. Their heads were canted at an almost 45 degree angle by the nooses. They could hardly breathe, just enough to keep them alive. The crotch ropes bit deep into their cunts and butt holes, which caused them to feel the sensations of orgasm climbing close. The girls began to sweat in the warmth of the basement. They could all feel the sweat roll down their bodies. It tickled and they all needed to wriggle around to try to get the tickling to stop. Yet, they knew not to move. The twins knew that the table they stood on was not a table at all, but one of their daddy’s tall bar stool. They knew the slightest movement would send it over, and they would be dead. Chrissy began to cry first. The Cissy picked it up. And finally, Misty joined in as a trio of crying girls. But as they cried, they moved their bodies. Chrissy screamed, and the other two knew why. Their crying ceased. And just in time. The stool began to tip. As soon as they stopped crying, it stabilized. Chrissy tried something. As close as she was to her sister, she might just be able to contact her. Had it been under different circumstances, they would be able to think each other with no problem. But this was completely different. So she concentrated. Cissy! Cissy, tocan toyu rhea eme? Seya! Odo toyu knittho ewer liwl ebe vades? Onamo. Chrissy? Chrissy? The telepathy only lasted seconds. But then there was nothing. At all. It was as if a block had been thrown up between them. The three girls, at about the same time, began to slowly work their wrists around, but it was no use. Christy had tied them too tight. They dare not try their ankles. That would definitely cause them to fall. Finally they all calmed down, and waited, severely tied, gagged, blindfolded, and noosed. The twins had to pee very badly, Misty felt the urge to not only pee, but to have a bowel movement as well. But they could do nothing right now, just stay still in their extreme bondage, hoping no one would move to cause the stool to fall over… ----- So. What will happen to our intrepid little girls? Will they be rescued? If so, by whom? Will the babysitter return? Perhaps their parents will come back extra early and find them there? Or, maybe, a person who lives on the block might see something suspicious in the home, whether it be the wrong light on, or too many lights off, or whatever else that person might suspect? Or, will they actually die? Will one, or two, or perhaps all three grow so severely tied of standing on tiptoe that they will knock the stool over, slowly choking them? Will one of them move just the slightest to cause the stool to maybe shift just a little off center, and only one, or perhaps two, of the girls would choke to death by this minor movement of the stool? Instead of my finishing this, I want any of you to take my story in hand, and find an equitable ending. Post it, with my title, my name, and then your name below that. That way, I will know that someone else has added to this. This isn’t an interactive story, I just want to see how others would end, this story. It should be completed with a Final Part 8. So, have at it . . . |