Tales of the Rope novel Chapter 25

Chapter 25: Boxed In Continued

Nadia wanted to scream, and a sound much like a small scream escaped around the gag. “Stop it, you’re scaring me!” was what she wanted to say.

“I figured being married would be okay,” he continued, “but having to limit myself to screwing only one woman is a drag. Just not my nature, you know.” Nadia’s eyes were wide with fear. “And you’ve made it clear that you don’t want me screwing around. And I know you’d never consider a divorce, so I’m going to have to get rid of you some other way.”

Nadia shook her body, but the ropes holding her arms tightly to her back would not move the slightest.

“I know a man who runs a whorehouse down in Mexico,” he said after a sip of the liquor. “He’s agreed to take you as one of his girls. Oh, don’t look so surprised. That’s all you’re good for: tying up and screwing. Oh, and spanking and whipping. That’s good, too. Down there, he’ll keep you tied or chained so you can’t get away. All the time. Twenty-four seven, as they say. Instead of shaking your head, you should be thankful. The alternative would be to have you killed. This way, you’ll spend the rest of your life far from here, making men happy. Of course, you probably won’t be too happy doing it, but then maybe I’m wrong. You might just have enough slut in you to enjoy being fucked a dozen times a day. Every day.”

His grin as those words came out was wicked. Nadia had to wonder why she had never seen this evil side of her husband before.

“And...” he said with a grand wave of the glass, “I’ve already found your replacement!” He took a drink. “She’s younger, prettier and more submissive than you ever could be.”

Setting the drink on the coffee table, he rose and walked over to a coat closet. Nadia couldn’t see into the closet, but when he reached down and brought his hand up, he was holding a bunch of rope. The rope, Nadia could see as he walked around the couch, were tied to a beautiful, naked woman! She was hogtied, her arms tightly joined behind her back, elbows tight together, legs together and then bent and tied to her wrists. It was by the rope holding her ankles to her wrists that he was carrying her, much like a suitcase. The strain of being held up by that means showed on her youthful face.

He sat her down on the coffee table only a couple feet away from Nadia.

“Her name’s Cindy, but I think I’ll just call her ‘slut.’ It fits.”

Nadia whined. This Cindy was beautiful! Her breasts were twice the size of Nadia’s, who was by no means flat-chested. Her hair was long and golden blonde. Nadia’s was black and cut short. Cindy’s waist was narrow and her bottom full. The legs were like something from a centerfold. Matt was right, she was better looking.

“And she’s so willing to please me,” he crowed. “Listen.” He unbuckled the strap to the ball gag in her mouth and pulled it from the full lips. The blonde licked her lips and worked her jaw but said nothing.

“Slut,” he began by pulling her long hair so her head jerked up, “will you do anything for me?”

“Anything, Master,” came the weak but sincere reply.

“If I told you to cut your left tit off, would you?”

“Yes, Master.”

“If I told you to stick a red-hot poker up your cunt, what would you do?”

“I would obey.”

“See what I mean, Nadia? She’s so much more willing to be a total sexual slut, a slave in every sense of the word. I own her. You always wanted me to respect you. That’s not what a woman is for. Hell, a woman isn’t a man’s equal! Anyone knows that. You, slut, are you a man’s equal?”

“No, Master.”

Nadia couldn’t believe her eyes or ears. This was simply impossible!

Matt rolled the hogtied woman onto her side and pointed to a whole cluster of small red spots on the big breasts. “Tell Nadia what those are,” he commended.

“Needle marks.”