Tales of the Rope

Chapter 17: Scary Night Continued

But how long he was going to leave her that night became a very important subject to the bound girl. She wished she had asked him before the gag went in. He might have told her. “Nnnnggghhh! Arrrgggghhh!” The noises were nothing like words.

Nick backed off a couple steps and looked his handiwork up and down. It was a very nicely done up package. He noted how the ropes cut into that soft flesh, and how the breasts rose and fell with each panting breath. And the look of fear in her eyes was priceless. She whined and tried to talk, and looked so deliciously helpless. He became aware of a bulge in his pants and an ache in his cock. It wanted to get into that beautiful female. Well, it would just have to wait.

He loved the worried look and decided it was time for the big surprise. “Do you know what house this is?” he asked casually. After a few seconds of waiting for her to answer, he continued, “It’s the Madison house.” He could see from the look of near panic on her face that she knew what that meant.

Nervously the naked girl looked around. Then she gave forth with a strangled cry and lunged her body against the ropes that held her. Wildly she struggled, jerking and tugging for all she was worth. Of course the ropes did not yield. They had been tied with skill, tightness and many solid knots. But it was such fun to watch her frantic efforts to escape. Nick could have watched that show all night.

“That’s right,” he teased. “This is the famous haunted Madison house. Everyone in town knows about the strange lights and noises here. No one will go near this place. There are stories about people who tried to spend the night here... And disappeared...”

enjoying himself. Nancy was

spend the night here. Of course, you’ll have to...” This was great

boards of the wall creak. But they were solid enough; she wouldn’t be able

it to find my way back to the van.” He stepped close enough to pat a heaving breast. “I’ll see you in the morning.” Suddenly he returned to her.

the vibrator inside her came to life.

Nancy. He was sure it would be no worse than leaving her tied back in his apartment. There really were no such things as

she knew that he had

free, Nancy felt like crying. The darkness around her combined with the tight ropes to make her feel helpless as she had never felt before. For a while she panicked, fighting the ropes, straining and jerking round. But someplace during her struggles

she arched her body against the ropes, gripped tightly in the most wonderful feeling any woman

hung in the closet, slowly coming to grips with her fear. Like all the children, she had grown up being scared by stories of the haunted Madison house. The idea of being tied up all night in a haunted house was terrible. But now she told herself that there were