Tales of the Rope

Chapter 27: Boxed In Continued

The sounds that came next might have been a gagged woman trying to say, “No, Master” but it was hard to tell. In any event, the smacking of leather against flesh continued and Nadia could only guess that he was continuing the whipping as she lay on her side, unable to defend herself. There would certainly be enough targets since she was still hogtied and unable to cover up her front in any way. Nadia’s imagination could tell the different sound when the belt hit the softer breasts as compared to the firmer flesh of her thighs.

Finally the sounds of the whipping came to an end. The soft sobbing of the injured girl faded as she was carried off to the bedroom. Nadia could only imagine that Matt was doing as he said, binding the girl into a ball and leaving her in the closet. She knew from personal experience that he could easily tie her so that she had to stay in the closet. There was the pole, and a rope could easily be tied up to that. She had once spent an uncomfortable hour with her feet pulled up to the bar so far that her hips were off the floor.

What hurt Nadia even more than the tight ropes and confinement was the knowledge that it was this blonde, Cindy, who would be sharing her bedroom with Matt. And her wedding bed! How could he allow another woman to take her place!? It just wasn’t right.

Nadia had been trying to keep control but finally the events overcame her. In a near panic, the fear and emotions flooded her mind, driving her into a frenzy of struggling and screaming into the gag. Of course, she could hardly move and she knew that, but this was an emotional struggle, not a logical one. She strained against the ropes and the wooden prison. Her body ached from the stress as she tried to jerk herself around, anything if she could just move herself a little.

Suddenly her world was jolted.

“Having fun in there?” came Matt’s sarcastic voice. His foot had given the box a good kick, and that had brought Nadia’s struggles to a halt.

“For your information, I can barely hear you. And I assume you’re screaming as loud as you can.”

“You bastard! Let me out of here!” she tried to scream. “You can’t do this. Wait until I get the police on you.”

Of course, what came out was nothing like those words. It was more like the tiny crying of a baby bird in a distant nest.

“Slut is resting now,” he continued. “I simply tied a rope to the rope between her hands and feet and hung her in the closet. I’m sure that with her entire weight trying to pull the ropes tighter, there’s no way she can escape. Not that she would want to!” He laughed at that idea. “She’s really quite a woman!”

Suddenly Nadia felt herself tilting to the right. The box and its naked contents shifted more and more until she was lying on her right side. Then the box continued over. With a small cry of dismay, she found herself lying on her bound arms as the box assumed an inverted position.

beginning. The rolling continued until she had completed another

voice. “The guys should be here any

her off to some goddamned whorehouse in Mexico! She struggled but knew it hopeless. A few more

wait during which her wooden prison remained still and no sounds came to her. She wondered how long the trip down south would take. And how would they get her into another country? Weren’t there laws against taking people across borders against their will? But then she remembered that people were smuggled into the country all the time. And drugs. Maybe it wouldn’t be such a hard thing to sneak a helpless girl out.

I asked Master if I could talk to you before you go. I’m lying on the floor next to you. I’m still hogtied. Master says that he’s going to hang me back up

will take good care of your Master. I’ll

you know that he’ll be taken care of.

off as the ball gag was pushed behind her

slut telling me she’ll take good care of my husband. Shit! He’s my husband! He can’t

please me, you’ll find yourself locked into a box and on your way down

saying, “Yes,

wait and then two men came for her.

you hear

us well to deliver his package. And he said not to worry about what was in it. He

would be a good idea,”

voice asked. “What’s

“Can’t you guess?”

a whorehouse. There is a woman

her. Both Jose and I would rather the box not be

“Si, Senhor.”