Tales of the Rope

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.

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

her chest above and below the breasts, and her arms were quite solidly welded

away heavy with her woman juices. Spreading apart the lips, he inserted a rounded cylinder of plastic then pushed

all tied tightly, and the

those around her knees with her

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

closet and empty. Well, not quite. Nancy saw a glint in the dim light and realized

preferring “lovemaking,” but she was nervous and wanted to get Nick interested in something other than what he had planned.

lengths of rope from the bag and said

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,

to rings screwed into the wall. They were pulled tight and would keep her in the center

Her pleas went unanswered save by the smirk on his face. He was enjoying both the binding of this naked woman

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

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

me here. It’s just too scary. It’s dark. Oh, Nick, I’ll do

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.”