'Congratulations,' began the letter in Mrs Walsh's hand. 'Your daughter, Kelly Walsh, has been selected as a potential contestant for the annual Kidnap Games, with the trials scheduled to begin on August 4. Your daughter - should she qualify for selection through the trial - will have the chance to win 100,000! This is the biggest televised event of its kind, and if she qualifies and can avoid being captured in the week of the show starting August 11 the prize is all hers (and your family's, of course). We are confident too that with sponsorship and other media appearances that the eventual winner will be feted internationally by the media and we can assure you that the winning non-kidnap girl will receive far in excess of 500,000. Plus, it may well send the winner on to a glittering career in child modelling.

'In any event, every participant in the finals, successful or not, will receive 10,000. So don't delay, you can't lose!'

Annette Walsh looked up from the letter at her 12 year-year old daughter, Kelly. The girl merely stood and waited for her mother's response, shifting her weight from foot to foot as if impatient for an answer. "This is real?" Asked Annette, after a moment.

The blonde pre-teen sighed, still agitated. "They wouldn't have given it to me if it wasn't," she said.

"But... why you?" Annette was puzzled: the family lived in a small town and had no connections with show business or any part of the media. "I mean, I think it's great but... How did they find us - I mean you - out here?"

Kelly shrugged. "I dunno. I expect they have people trawling round. Scouts or agents or whatever. Maybe they asked the school to suggest someone. Perhaps they thought I was the prettiest girl in the place." Kelly gave another shrug (which didn't quite hide her obvious pride in being regarded as the prettiest young girl in the town) and then grinned. "It's kinda cool, isn't it, mum? I mean all that money. It'd really help, right? And getting to be a model, too."

"Kelly, you have to be realistic." Annette shook her head. "If this is genuine then there will be thirty or more girls like you, all trying to win the money. That's in the final. That's if you qualify through this trial of theirs. They don't just hand money out to everyone," The woman took a deep breath. "I've seen the show..." At this she hesitated a fraction more, wondering if she should be telling her 12 year old this. A late night show supposedly strictly for adults only. But she pressed on. "I've seen what happens, what the ones who do the hunting do to the losers. They aren't nice to the girls. I mean, all that binding and tying up they do and, well, the humiliation." Another pause as she sought the right words. "It can be pretty tough on the losing girls."

Kelly had an idea what her mother was trying to say. "Yeah, the losers get to be all tied up and have to wait. They can't speak or ask to be set free. I know."

"It's, well..." She couldn't think of the word. She almost added 'the most popular show on late-night TV' but thought better of it. Programmes like The Kidnap Games were just one of the reasons adults had big TVs in the bedrooms late at night.

"I won't get caught," said Kelly, a little impatiently. "I promise. I mean, if I get through... and I'm sure I can. Please, say I can do it." The girl put her pretty head on one side the way she did whenever she wanted anything, her big appealing blue eyes looking at her mother earnestly. She would make, Annette thought, a very appealing contestant. The girl was thin, elegant and almost Annette's height at 5'7" with the added attraction of already showing evidence of a good bust. Not some bee stings like a few of Kelly's classmates had. She would, the woman thought, look good on television.

Despite herself, Annette thought the girl would very good tied up. She forced the thought away. "I'm sure you will do your best, but honey..." The woman shook her head, thinking of the potential problems. Not least of which was being caught on the first day and having to endure a whole week of being tied up. "I don't know, sweetheart. If you were caught early you'd have to spend six days in bondage. That means being tied up."

"I won't get caught," said the girl. "I can run fast and hide really well."

Annette was unsure about that but she looked back at the letter. Five hundred thousand was indeed a lot, and even ten thousand would be more than welcome. There was even the prospect of Kelly getting to be a child model if she should win. Oh sure, there were some porn movies starring girls of Kelly's age. Hell, Annette and her husband Dave had watched a few together. Together they'd seen pretty pre-teen girls being screwed by men boasting thick, long cocks, having to swallow whatever was deposited in their mouths. No doubt the girls in the movies were well paid but they were often left crying and begging not to be fucked in the bum. If they resisted they would be tied down and it would still happen to them anyway. In fact, it often seemed to Annette the point of these movies was to have the girl trussed up sooner or later and unable to prevent being used any way the horny men wanted.

There were lots of variations in porn movies but on the whole, those with tied up pre-teens being bum fucked were probably the most popular of the lot.

But then that was why she and her husband watched the movies. It was arousing for them to see a pretty and very naked girl and probably with nice immature tits being tightly bound and fucked hard and hear them gasping and begging and see them crying and struggling. Once more Annette forced herself not to dwell on the thoughts as she was getting wet between her legs.

Of course, The Kidnap Games TV show wasn't like that, at least not the bits that were freely broadcast even late at night. Perhaps, as the rumours said, some of the early captures did more than stand around tied to a tree or bound in a hogtie for a few days. For all anyone knew when the captured girls' bondage was changed they were fucked. For all Annette knew the footage of those scenes were edited into some popular porn movies. The thought of Kelly stretched out on the forest floor with a couple of well-endowed men, or even a lesbian with a monstrous strap-on, stuffing her holes sent a strange tremor through the woman. Annette wanted to put her hand between her legs at the thought but it would never do for Kelly to watch her mother frigging in the living room.

"We'll have to ask your father," said Annette returning to the here and now. She put down the letter from Ropework Television, the producers of the show. "Then together we will decide what's best."

"Look, mum... The show doesn't start until August. I'm off school for two weeks before then, so I can practice running and hiding. No one would find me." The girl looked out of the living room window at the nearby fields and woods. "I bet you or dad would never find me in two weeks let alone one."

"Brave words, hon," said Annette. "But if you did get it wrong, could you really put up with a week of being tied up and left around?"

"They feed the losers," said Kelly. "It's not like I'd starve or anything."

The girl was right, as Annette had seen on the show. She had seen the parts where the captured girls had been fed. Forcibly fed all manner of slop while they were pegged out or suspended helpless, or made to eat off the ground, like a pig rummaging as far as their ropes and chains would allow among the insects and droppings. Often the captive girls had to struggle in their bondage to reach dripping water. In fact, that was why the show was so popular; everyone said it was to see which girl could stay ahead of the searchers but the scenes of the captured girls being tied up in a variety of positions or made to crawl around in chains or lie trussed in a pit with spiders and other creep-crawlies was the most popular part of the show. Indeed, the last two days of the show would endlessly show some twenty-odd girls in heavy and varied bondage being subjected to even more humiliations.

It always came as an anti-climax when the last surviving girl made it through without being caught. "I suppose I won't mind if your dad agrees," said Annette, knowing what his views would be.

"Thanks, mum," said Kelly, hugging her mother.

"Thanks for what?" Annette was happy her daughter wasn't going into some strop over being told that they would decide later.

"For giving me the chance to be a star," said the girl, squeezing her mother harder.

"We shall see," said Annette, and hugged her child back. But she couldn't stop thinking of how her child would look hanging upside down from a tree branch with her face merely inches above a pool of slimy water and flies buzzing round her gagged head with the camera focussing on the child's pointed, naked little breasts, maybe adorned with thin red weals from some thrashing.

It got Annette quite hot between the legs to contemplate those thoughts, and when Kelly had finally let go of her mother Annette found the opportunity to go and lie on the bed and masturbate.

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Paul Walsh put down the letter and took off his glasses. "Honey," he said to his daughter, "it won't be easy. You know that, right?"

His daughter nodded and glanced at her mother, who was also sat with them. Then the blonde pre-teen looked back at her father. "Sure, dad, but I can practice and try hard."

"Practice what?" Asked Paul, briefly raising an eyebrow towards his wife.

"Running and hiding," said Kelly, enthusiastically. "I'm the fastest runner in the school and no one ever finds me when I decide to hide."

Paul pursed his lips. "Well, that may be true, but the ones who get caught..." The man was searching for a way to say this without upsetting his daughter.

"What your father is trying to say," said Annette, breaking in, "is what we talked about earlier. The tying up, should you be captured."

Paul nodded. "There are twenty-nine girls who are expected to be caught," he said. "Some of them get caught within an hour of the show starting. They have to spend days tied up. You know, being bound in different ways. Gagged too, so they can't speak. It's hard on them. They have to think about the fact that they aren't going to win, and think about their failure for a long time. You see, it's hard being tied up for such a long time." He didn't add that his wife had found that out, when they played bondage games and she spent several hours at least bound and gagged in the bedroom, or wherever he chose to put her.

"I bet I could get free," said Kelly, pouting a little as if she feared this was the reason her parents would say she couldn't go to the Kidnap games trial. "My friend Alicia says some of them get free and have to be hunted down again. I wouldn't make the same mistake twice if that was me!"

"Yes, some do get free," agreed Annette, remembering last year's show and how one eleven year-old spent four days in stringent bondage and then escaped. The escapee almost won too, losing the 'chase off' as it was called with the eventual winner. "But most of them don't. Most of them can't get out of the ropes no matter how they struggle. The people who tie them up are very good at it." She almost added, as good as your father but that wasn't something that needed to be aired here and now. She also thought that the girl last year was allowed to escape, to heighten viewer interest though it was hard to imagine a more popular show on television. Hell, they could show 24 hours of pretty naked 10 or 11 or 12 year old girls simply bound and gagged and they would still get huge audiences. In fact, the series was always advertised with clips of girls being subjected to tight rope-work and large, mouth-stopping gags. The symbol of the show was a cute girl's face, a gagged face, with a tear running down the cheek from the girl's appealing eyes and tellingly, a rope round her neck.

No girls were ever hung or their lives put at risk, but the bondage was so much more effective when they were tied at the neck as well as the wrists and arms and ankles and knees. No one could escape if they couldn't reach the neck rope knot. Not unless the bondage was deliberately sloppy, of course. Not unless the TV producers wanted a girl to escape for the pleasure of being caught again.

"This would be my last chance," said Kelly, making her plea more insistently. "I can't enter when I'm 13 as I'll be too old, so this is is my one chance to be famous," she added.

"But what if you can't take the bondage?" said the girl's father. "What if you aren't used to being tied up?"

Kelly frowned. "But if they can't catch me they can't tie me up."

"I know," smiled Annette. "But listen, the show is relentless. You have to stay out of the way, find the food and water they put out. Find somewhere safe to sleep, too. You have to do that each and every day."

"But someone does it right, every year. Someone has to win," responded Kelly. "It could be me."

"It could," agreed Paul. "It could indeed. But we are far more worried," and at this he exchanged a look with his wife, "about how you would manage if you were tied up for so long. It's hard being bound and gagged for several days. We'd worry terribly about you. We wouldn't forgive ourselves if you couldn't cope.

Kelly thought about it for a few seconds. "But I'd have to cope wouldn't I? I mean, girls do. And even if something went wrong and I was caught and tied up to a tree or whatever, I'd have to manage wouldn't I? I mean, it's not forever, is it?"

"It isn't forever, no," agreed Kelly's father. "But being tied up in one position all day is hard. Oh, they'll change your position each day, but each position is harder than the last one." Paul didn't add that he knew because he never missed a single show.

"Then I better practice being fast and hiding well." Kelly said it emphatically.

"And," said Annette, "you better find out what it's like to be tied up all day. In fact, unless you can manage that I am afraid we can't sanction you even going to the trial."

Kelly's face fell. "But... I can win!"

"I'm sure you can," said the girl's father, soothingly. "But angel, we have to look at the worst-case scenario. We have to be sure you can take six straight days of tight bondage, complete with gagging, in the unlikely event of you being caught early on. If you can do that then your mother and I will be happy for you to enter." He paused. "Sweetheart, just think how hard it would be for your mum and me to have to watch you on TV struggling in ropes because you couldn't get free and couldn't take the discomfort, and knowing we couldn't help you. It would be awful for us."

Kelly considered the point. She had not really thought about anything but winning, but she had now begun to understand that of the thirty competitors, the odds were far more in favour of a girl being caught and tied up. "If I can put up with a lot of bondage, then I can enter the contest?"

"Absolutely," said her mother, trying not to show too much of the excitement she felt at seeing her own child bound and gagged. Annette knew Paul's cock would be rock hard but he had positioned himself so his bulging erection wouldn't be seen by their daughter.

"So... How do I show you I can be tied up?" Kelly looked from her mother's face to her father's and back again, slightly confused why they were smiling.

"As it so happens, I have some rope," said Paul. He tried hard not to lick his lips as he said it. "Your mother and I would tie you up and see if you could endure it. Quite simple really. A sort of pre-trial test."

"I could do that," said Kelly, remembering when her friend Millie and her played cowboys and indians and one of them would end up tied to a tree. "It wouldn't be hard just, you know, lying there."

"Or hanging by the ankles, or standing up, or kneeling in a hole in the ground? For a whole day?" Annette posed the question.

"Or two days, or three?" Added Paul. "Because that is what we'd do. Your mother and I would tie you up for a whole day and then if you could cope with that we'd try two days and then perhaps three."

"Once you prove to us you can withstand the restraint and position then we would be happy," said Kelly's mother. Her knuckles were white where she clasped her hands together to stop herself reaching for her own sopping wet pussy and masturbating, but her face was calm.

"Okay," said Kelly slowly. "But I have to go to school, right?"

"We have a few weekends, but if necessary we will arrange for you to have time off, Kelly," said Paul. "After all, the school would get a huge amount of praise and publicity if the winner was one of their pupils. They'd want you to do well so they'll co-operate."

Kelly liked that idea. "Cool," she grinned.

"I think," said Annette, trying not to look at her husband's expectant face, "we should start right now. Say, three hours this evening tied up and start to lengthen the time. Dad and I will tie you and make sure you are comfortable and then we'll talk about it and see how it went," she said.

"Okay, but where?" Kelly looked round the room.

"Well, as it will be outdoors where you will be tied up - if you are caught," he added hastily. "Then the tree in the garden would be a good starting place. Your mum and I could sit on the patio and watch you. Make sure you were okay."

Kelly nodded. Then she looked out of the window at the sky. "What if it rains?"

"Then it rains," sighed Annette. "The girls on the TV show have to be ready for anything. In fact, it could be good practice for you if it did at some point."

The girl accepted what her mother was saying and stood up. "I'm ready," the pre-teen said, and even put her hands behind her to show how ready she was.

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The ropes were tighter than Kelly anticipated. Much tighter. Her occasional bondage games with her friend Millie were nothing like this. To Kelly's surprise her father had put a lot of determined effort into securing each strand of the rope tightly. Knots were tied off carefully, tensions checked.

Kelly stood by the slim tree trunk in the garden, where she could be seen from the patio, and tried not to object as the man tied ropes tightly round her wrists, arms, body (both above and below her small boobs) as well as her hips, legs and ankles. Kelly's arms were round the slender trunk of the tree, but the bark chafed on her unprotected arms as she was only wearing a short-sleeved tee. Then her mother did more with what she called a "crotch rope" that was tied round Kelly's waist and passed down between her legs and tied off at the back of the tree. It was peculiar feeling how the rope bite into the girl's still immature mound and rubbed against her slit, but her mother had said this was what they often did. Fortunately Kelly was wearing jeans and the denim fabric prevented too much rubbing down there, though she could certainly feel it and even tried to wriggle a little just to see how the pressure of the rope felt on her tender little sex.

Annette hadn't finished there and under the watchful eye of her husband the woman tied several strands of rope round her daughter's neck to ensure she remained standing upright and then added a final few strands of the rope (Kelly had to admit her father had found a lot of rope in the garage) round the middle of the girl's developing bust. Kelly moaned a little at having her small breasts crushed like this but her mother said it happened to all the girls on the show so it was important to get used to it now. "The TV cameras like to show pretty little boobs bound up," the woman had said and reached round Kelly several times to make sure the ropes were positioned just right. Finally, Annette gagged the girl, producing what looked like a huge red rubber ball on a strap. The ball barely fitted Kelly's mouth and her cheeks bulged dramatically, but Kelly was in no position to object as her mother buckled the gag strap in place.

Both parents stood back and regarded their handiwork, nodding and smiling as they looked their daughter over. The girl, for her part, couldn't move anything but her fingers and she certainly couldn't tell her parents how it felt to be so tightly bound. The ropes were so tight she could barely breathe, and for a moment the feeling that she would be like this for several hours almost overwhelmed her. But Kelly was made of stern stuff and she was determined not to show any sign she couldn't pass this test. Objecting to any aspect of the tying up would have to wait, she decided, until the three hours was up. She couldn't help noticing how flushed her mother and father's faces were, and more how her mum's nipples stood out prominently against her top as if she was cold (though the summer evening was warm) and her father's trousers appeared to be bulging in a quite unusual way.

It was then that the two adults surprised the girl. Without a word Annette lifted her skirt in front of the bound Kelly, pulled down her panties (which she sniffed approvingly for a second) and then stepped up to Kelly and pulled them over her child's head, tugging them down into a makeshift hood. The crotch, which was curiously wet, was directly over the bound girl's nose and she had no choice but to breathe in the strong aroma. At the same moment she realised that she could no longer see, Kelly heard her mother gasp - but gasp in delight - and then groan. There was a grunt from her father immediately following by another gasp from the mother, and both sounds were repeated a second or two later. Kelly wondered what exactly her mother and father were doing, but it involved the rhythmic slap of flesh on flesh between the repeated gasps and moans. All the time Kelly's mother was saying "oh, faster," and " do it harder," and her father was breathing out "Christ!" and "hold still, bitch," (Kelly had never heard her dad say that before) and there was no doubt that while it was insulting it clearly wasn't upsetting his wife.

Then Kelly understood her father was fucking her mother. They were doing that thing that Millie said all grown ups do -- yeah, even your mum and dad do it, she had said so don't look so shocked -- and they were fucking like animals do. Millie had said that animals do it from the back and Kelly thought of her dad doing it to her mum from the back, and she wished she could see it for herself.

Then the pair were grunting and screaming oh god oh god oh god. Kelly pulled at the ropes that wouldn't give even the tiniest bit and she felt how the one felt at her throat and across her tits - that was what Millie had said women liked them to be called because men liked tits on a woman - and Kelly felt her own sex press against the rope between her legs. She wriggled against the ropes, not to escape but to feel something wild in her. It was something that grew in her, a small fire between her legs but it was a wet fire that burned up into her belly and made her want something. Something like animals get to do and she couldn't do anything about it. She couldn't speak or see or move and all she could do was listen to the groans and gasps.

All Kelly could do was listen to the sounds of animals rutting and smell her mother's cunt, and wait. She heard a long, slow drawn out gasp of satisfaction from both animals, and then the crunch of grass as they moved away. The girl was alone and helpless but she knew that this was the start of something very special.

And she was going to win the Kidnap Games. Kelly Walsh was sure of it.