Tales of the Rope

Chapter 16: Scary Night

Chapter 16: Scary Night

“Every time I have to be tied up to be taken someplace, I know I’m not going to like it,” said Nancy from the back of the van. Nick, in the driver’s seat (in more ways than one) didn’t reply. “Where are we going?”

“Trust me, you’ll like it,” was all he would say. Which didn’t make Nancy feel any better. She went back to trying to work free of the ropes holding her. It was a useless task, as she well knew, but it was also the only thing she could do to pass the time. Obviously Nick was not going to give her any hints about his plans for her.

The evening’s adventure had started out in Nick’s apartment, as always. For over a year Nick had been creating what he called “adventures” for her. They always involved her being tied up and often in incredible circumstances.

That night they had returned early after dinner and Nancy found he had already laid out several lengths of rope on the bed. Turning to him, she raised one eyebrow in silent question. They had been playing such games long enough for him to know exactly what she was asking. “Naked,” he said with a grin.

Nancy smiled back at him as she stripped off the dress and unhooked the bra. The skimpy black panties went too. As he wrapped rope around her arms behind her, she could see herself in the mirror and liked what she saw. It was as fine a body as any nineteen-year-old girl ever had; large but very shapely and firm breasts, trim tummy, and long, lovely legs. As he pulled her elbows together, the breasts rose to new prominence and Nancy was proud.

With the arms bound tightly behind her, Nick placed a coat over her shoulders then buttoned it up. With the sleeves tucked into the pockets, it would be hard to tell that the woman within was bound. Once in the van, he took off the coat and ordered her to lie on her stomach on the carpeted floor. He tied her

ankles together and up to her wrists in a tight hogtie. Then they drove off to some fate that Nancy both feared and looked forward to.

From her position on the floor, Nancy had no idea where they were going, but eventually Nick stopped the van and came back to untie the rope connecting her wrists to her ankles. Although alive with curiosity about where she was going, Nancy held her tongue, sure that Nick would not tell her anything useful anyway. He slide open the door and helped her step down.

At first she could see little beyond the fact that they were outdoors and it was night. But gradually she made out a two dark story house next to the van. Apparently he knew the place, for Nick led her up a couple steps and into the dark house. Once inside, he produced a small flashlight took her upstairs to a bedroom. From what she could see, the house was old and hadn’t been lived in for a long time.

Nick’s having been there before was confirmed by a bag sitting on the floor next to the closet. The old house smelled of dust and age. Nancy shivered, although it was not a cold night.

Nick set up a small lantern and directed the light towards the closet door. From the bag he pulled several lengths of rope. Nancy swallowed hard as wild ideas of what might happen to her flashed through her mind. Most involved his leaving her tied up in this abandoned house. But for how long?

With her arms already bound, it was easy for Nick to wrap rope around her slender waist, locking her arms tightly against her body. Then more rope went around her chest above and below the breasts, and her arms were quite solidly welded to her body. Nancy knew from experience that it was impossible to escape from that kind of bondage. Experience also told her that Nick was not yet finished with her. Probably not by a long shot.

Nick tapped the inside of her thighs in an order to spread her legs. She did. Nick knelt before her and began to tease her private place with gentle and skilled fingers. It wasn’t long before she was moaning softly and his finger came away heavy with her woman juices. Spreading apart the lips, he inserted a

rounded cylinder of plastic then pushed it deeply in. Attached to the end was a thin wire. Encased in the plastic was a powerful vibrator. At the other end of the wire was a battery pack with four large, fresh batteries.

A dozen lengths of rope from the rope around her waist in front, between her legs, and to her hands in back, all tied tightly, and the opening to her vagina was sealed. The vibrator would not be coming out until those ropes were removed.

Ordering her to close her legs, he tied them together at the ankles and above the knees. He was very tight with those ropes and even linked those around her knees with her wrists. She knew that would keep her from wiggling the ropes down over her knees. All the ropes were cinched down and knotted at least three times each.

With her arms and legs secured, Nancy felt a knot of fear in her stomach. “Nick... Nick, what are you going to do?” she said shakily. She loved these adventures but that didn’t mean they weren’t frightening. He didn’t reply. “Please, Nick... You’re not going to leave me here, are you?”

Nick opened the closet door. It creaked. It was a large walk in closet and empty. Well, not quite. Nancy saw a glint in the dim light and realized that there were several metal rings screwed into the ceiling and side walls - apparently Nick’s work.

“Nick, wouldn’t you rather go back to your place and screw?” Nancy rarely used the word, “screw”, preferring “lovemaking,” but she was nervous and wanted to get Nick interested in something other than what he had planned. “You could hogtie me on the coffee table and make me use my mouth on you,” she suggested.

Nick took several shorter lengths of rope from the bag and said not a word.

“Oh, please, Nick! This place is scary.”

In reply, Nick picked her up and carried her into the closet, putting her down in the center. The heavy battery pack had made a scraping sound as it dragged along the floor. For a few seconds, Nancy considered trying to hop out or struggle somehow, anything rather than meekly allowing herself to be tied in that closet. But it was too late for that. She was bound hand and foot and completely under the control of this man. Inside her stirred a strange mixture of fear, excitement, and helplessness.

On each side of her, Nick tied rope from that around her waist to rings screwed into the wall. They were pulled tight and would keep her in the center of the closet.

“This isn’t a nice place, Nick. Please don’t leave me here. It’s scary.” Her pleas went unanswered save by the smirk on his face. He was enjoying both the binding of this naked woman and her anxiety. Using two rings screwed into the wall down by the floor, he secured her ankles to each side as he had her waist.

“Nick,” Nancy tried again, this time making her voice as sexy as she could, “we could have sex right here. You could untie my legs and screw me right on the floor. It would be different.” She hoped that would also diminish his desire to leave her tied in this horrible place. “Please...?”

Nick buckled a leather dog collar around her neck. There was a ring screwed into the ceiling right over her head. He tied rope from that to the collar and back, knotting it just tight enough to provide a constant but mild pressure on her neck.

“Please... Don’t leave me here. It’s just too scary. It’s dark. Oh, Nick, I’ll do anything you want, just take me out of here.”

His reply was to bring a ball gag out of the bag. Nancy gulped when she saw that. It was the big ball, the one that really silenced her. “That will get very uncomfortable,” she informed him. “I’ll hate it.” But Nick already knew that, and Nancy knew that was why he had brought it along.

This was not going well for the nineteen-year-old girl. Nancy was really scared and really wanted to not have this happen to her. But what could she do? She was quite securely bound with tight ropes and could neither move nor free herself. And in a second she would be unable to even talk. She was getting desperate.

“Nick, I’ll do anything. You want to spank me? Please do it. You want to tie me in a ball and make me suck on your cock for as long as you can keep it hard? Please, I’ll do it.” But nothing was working. Part of the problem, Nancy knew, was that Nick could do all those things to her any time he wanted. What could she offer to change his mind?

“Nick, I’ll... You can let Bill fuck me!”

Nick paused at that one. He had joked with her about giving her to some of his friends. He had described how she would be naked, gagged, and tightly bound to the bed, and how his friends would use her body as they pleased, perhaps several in one evening. He had been half joking, but only half. It was something he would really like to do. But Nancy had looked so turned off when he described it to her that he hadn’t pushed it.

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Nick knew how scared she was because she had never used the F word before. She said it was an obscene word for a beautiful act. For a moment he wavered. It was a wild idea and appealed to his dominant nature. But what was happening on that dark night in that dark house was potent too. Perhaps another time he would turn her into a gift for his friends, but not that night.

“Good idea,” he said in a patronizing voice. “Glad you thought of it. We’ll have to do that sometime. Maybe sometime soon.” He was teasing her, but the terrible part for Nancy was that she didn’t know how serious he was.

“Ohhhhhh!” she whined.

Then the gag was at her lips. For a second she clamped her lips shut, intending to fight the gag. But then, with a big sigh, she opened her mouth. There were too many ways he could get the gag into her mouth. She had learned long before that a pinched nipple worked wonders to get a girl to open her mouth. The ball went in, and was wedged behind her teeth for a tight fit. Then the strap was buckled tightly behind her head.

Nancy honestly didn’t know what she could have said to deter him, but not being able to speak made her feel ten times more helpless. It always did, but it was worse in that musty and dark house.

Nick jammed a rubber wedge under the door to keep it from closing. Nancy was glad for that little kindness, but still scared. It was obvious that he was going to leave her alone. That was not new; he had done that to her in his apartment many times, once for five hours while he went to a movie. Double feature.