Story: The Tying Game   
   Chapter 1   
      
         Bonnie was not pleased.  If there had been anyone to see her, the   
   reason for her displeasure would have been obvious to even the most   
   casual eye.  Bonnie wriggled, but it did no good.  She still could not   
   move.   
      
         About half an hour must have passed since the other girls had   
   departed, leaving Bonnie alone in the middle of "The Trees" which was   
   the name by which this particular patch of bush was known to the local   
   children.   
      
         Being alone wasn't what bothered Bonnie.  She could have found   
   her way out of The Trees by herself without any bother and her bicycle   
   was lying on the ground nearby.  Part of the trouble was that she   
   couldn't reach her bicycle.  She couldn't even take a single step   
   towards it.  Bonnie was tied to a tree.  She was tied by her wrists,   
   with her arms stretched high and twisted back behind her around the   
   tree.   
      
         Bonnie looked down.  Being tied to a tree was inconvienent, but   
   it was the Other Thing which really bothered her.  She knew that the   
   other girls would return in a few hours and untie her so she could go   
   home for dinner, but someone just might come walking or riding through   
   The Trees before then and see her.   
      
         Being seen wouldn't have bothered her if the girls had only tied   
   her up and left it at that, but they hadn't.  If they had, Bonnie   
   would have been happy to see someone come along, as they would   
   probably untie her, so she could go home early.  But Bonnie definitely   
   did not want anyone else to see her like this.   
      
         They had played tying-up games out here several times before.   
   Roxanne, the oldest girl in the gang and the "sort-of leader", had   
   started it.  Usually, the chosen victim was one of the younger girls,   
   six to eight years old, like Bonnie.  The normal routine now was for   
   the gang to head for The Trees soon after lunch and to tie the victim   
   to a tree there.  She would then be left like that for several hours   
   before the gang returned and untied her.   
      
         None of those who had been tied up had managed to escape before   
   being released by the gang.   
      
         Sometimes the victim would have wet panties when she was released   
   (to the amusement of the others and to the embarassment of the   
   victim), although this became more unusual as the potential victims   
   got wise and went to the toilet before leaving home.   
      
         But that wasn't what was bothering Bonnie this time.   
      
         Bonnie looked around.  There was no one in sight.  She looked   
   down again and was glad that there was no one in sight.   
      
         The usual routine had been followed - right up to the point when   
   the other girls should have ridden away on their bicycles and left   
   her.  That was the point when Michelle, one of the older girls, had   
   made a suggestion... which was heartily endorsed by the rest of the   
   gang.  Bonnie had protested of course, but she may as well have not   
   spoken at all.  The gang had decided: before they left this time, they   
   would do one more thing to their helpless victim.   
      
         So they pulled Bonnie's slacks and panties down, then stood   
   around and looked at her for a few minutes, teasing her about how   
   silly she looked.   
      
         Just before the gang left, they completely removed Bonnie's   
   slacks and panties, ankle socks, and sneakers.  To complete the job,   
   they untied her halter top and dropped it on top of the pile with the   
   rest of her clothes.  Bonnie was completely naked and helplessly tied,   
   squirming in her bonds and pleading with the other girls to put her   
   clothes back on her.  That only made them all giggle at her.  There   
   was some talk about taking her clothes away, so that she would not   
   have them to wear even if she managed to escape, but Roxanne said that   
   if she could escape, she would have earned the right to get her   
   clothes back.  The gang finally agreed, so they left them in a pile   
   near her bicycle.   
      
         This, then, was Bonnie's situation:  tied to a tree, her whole   
   bare naked body completely exposed, and with no way of covering   
   herself until someone decided to untie her.   
      
         Bonnie gave another wriggle, which had exactly the same result as   
   all of the wriggles she had given since this began - no change at all.   
   She looked around again - still nobody in sight... but wait... did she   
   hear something?   
      
         This particular spot had been chosen for these games because it   
   was very isolated.  There were no houses anywhere nearby, so shouting   
   would be unlikely to attract attention, unless someone else happened   
   to be exploring The Trees.  Usually, only the neighborhood children   
   came here to play, so it was fairly safe to assume that no interfering   
   adults would come along to spoil the game.  If anyone came, it would   
   almost certainly be another child, who would be more likely to join in   
   than to interfere.   
      
         There was a definite noise.  It sounded, to Bonnie, like a   
   bicycle wheel crunching the dry leaves as it was ridden along under   
   the trees.  A second more, and Bonnie realised that there were at   
   least two bicycles.   
      
         Then came the sound which brought dread into Bonnie's heart -   
   voices.  And, what was worse, BOYS' voices!  The cyclists were both   
   boys, and they were coming in Bonnie's direction.  Bonnie began to   
   struggle frantically.   
      
         Bonnie had tried struggling before, but this time she pulled   
   harder than ever.  She simply had to get free before the boys arrived   
   and saw her bare naked body!   
      
         It was no use.  She simply could not get loose, and the sound of   
   the bicycles was very close, now.  They would be here any second, and   
   would see her, and she had no way of covering herself!  Bonnie tried   
   not to cry, because she didn't want the boys to think that she was a   
   baby, finding her there, crying.  She turned and stared towards the   
   place where the sounds were coming from and swallowed hard.  This was   
   going to be embarrassing, but try as she might, she could not stop   
   herself from crying.   
      
         Two bicycles came into view, travelling fairly slowly.  As Bonnie   
   had guessed, the riders were both boys.  The younger of the two was   
   about Bonnie's age and Bonnie had seen him at school, but he was in   
   another class and she didn't know his name.  The other boy was about   
   the same age as Roxanne, and she thought she knew him, the older   
   brother of one of the girls in her gang.  Andy, she thought, twelve or   
   thirteen years old.  She had met him once or twice before and didn't   
   like him.  He was talking to the younger boy as they came into view.   
      
         "I'm sure!  This is about where they were yesterday.  I saw them.   
   They tied up one of the girls and left her all aftern...", he stopped   
   talking for a second, as he saw Bonnie.   
      
         "Hey," he continued, "they've taken this girl's slacks off her!"   
      
         Both boys rode up beside Bonnie's bicycle, and put their own on   
      
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