Tales of the Rope novel Chapter 31

Chapter 31: Halloween Tricks and Treats Continued

Nothing much else happened the rest of the evening. There were some customers but not many. Finally quitting time came and Nick came in. He unlocked Gail. I noticed that he was looking at me funny, sort of nervous like, you know? When Gail was out of the pillory, he pulled a piece of rope out of his pocket and tied her hands behind her back. Gail smiled and rubbed her body against him. She figured she was in for some fun that night, and I had to agree that was the way it looked. I moaned softly in frustration.

Nick announced that he was going to take Gail to his car and then come back to untie me. “I’ll bet that Gail won’t be able to move any more than I can,” I said. Between his smile and Gail’s, I knew that when Nick was finished Gail would be totally tied up and very helpless, probably hogtied on the back seat. I’d seen him do that to her once before, then drive around town with her sort of on display in the back seat.

They left and I waited in the semi-darkness. I wished Nick had not picked Gail. I was horny and wanted someone to play some serious sex games with my body. Then I considered asking him if he would like two girls for the evening instead of one. But my best chance, I figured, would be to ask him to touch me before he untied me. If I could get him to playing with my breasts, he would be much more receptive to letting me go along with him and Gail. Even if I only got tied up and played with a little, it would be better than going home to a lonely bed.

When Nick came back he made no motion to untie me. I figured that was a good sign until he told me something I did not want to hear.

“I’m going to leave you tied,” he said. I thought it was some game until he added, “Linda asked me to.” He bit his lip. “She promised me something...” He was more nervous than I had ever seen him. And terribly guilty. Suddenly he bid me goodbye and left.

I was mad, but I didn’t yell at him. If the gorgeous Linda had promised him a screwing, I couldn’t blame his giving in to anything she wanted. I wondered if she would actually deliver. She was such a prick tease. But only for a few seconds. Then I began to wonder and worry about what was Linda’s plan. She was mad at me and I wouldn’t put it past her to arrange for me to spend the entire night here. Or maybe she would come back and free me but only late at night.

I tried to free myself but knew it was useless. My ankles and wrists were both lashed down to the ladder rungs quite firmly. Nick tied very well and I had already done some struggling, enough to know that the ropes were tight and well knotted. Half an hour later I heard high heels on the floor. It was Linda.

“Well, bitch, aren’t you the cute one.” From the venom in her voice I knew she was planning something nasty for me. “No one tries to steal away my boyfriend!” she said imperially. “No one.” That last part was accented by a poke in my side with a sharp fingernail.

I was getting a little scared. If she had just arranged to have me stay tied up all night, that wasn’t too bad. I’d already spent a few nights all tied up and would even enjoy it. Well, sort of, considering how horny I was and what a frustrating night it would be. But if Linda planned something else... I was, after all, tied down and helpless.

She took her time exploring my bondage, even removing the fake rope to the pulley. She tested the ropes and knots, even adding a couple more knots to the ropes around my wrists. Then she stood before me with her hands on her hips. “I’ll just have to teach you a lesson,” she proclaimed grandly. “A painful lesson.”

I was glad we didn’t have any branding irons in our display. With one hand, she grabbed the top of my dress and pulled. The poor thing had already been weakened by my strategic cutting and gave way with a loud rip. A second rip and the garment was lying on the floor.

“No underwear! You are a whore!”

That was twice in one night I was called a nasty name. Were people trying to tell me something?

“I had to get Tony to stop at a super market to get these,” she continued as she removed a couple of items from her purse. She held up a roll of wide bandage tape and a bag of wooden clothespins. I began to scream for help. I don’t like clothespins, not even for hanging up washing.

“There’s no one around,” she said casually as she pulled her dress up. I stopped yelling and watched. What was she doing now?

Linda was removing her panties and, with a sinking feeling, I knew what she was going to do next. I began telling her in colorful terms what a rat she was and how she was going to pay for this. A second later the wadded up panties were shoved in my mouth. I tried to keep them out, but an unexpected and rather painful pinch on one nipple brought my mouth open in surprise. The wide tape was then wrapped around and around my head, securing the panty gag so I couldn’t push it out. I knew it would be a bitch to get that tape out of my hair, but I was more concerned about other things at that point.

Slowly she brought the first clothespins closer and closer to my innocent and tender nipple. I struggled enough to make a difficult target. With a “Damn!” she dropped the clothespin and looked around. Nick had left some rope lying on the floor in the background as decoration. Linda took a length of that and used it to lash my tummy to the ladder. And she wasn’t gentle. I could do nothing to stop her as she made the ropes cut deeply into my stomach. When she was finished, I couldn’t move my waist at all and my nipples were immobile sacrifices awaiting the coming pain.

Fear affects a girl. And one of the first effects is that your nipples go rigid. Sexually excitement will do that too, and I’ve often wondered why both pleasure and fear will produce the same result. But whatever the reason, my tender little nipples were standing erect as if eager for their coming punishment. Linda didn’t just put the clothespin on; she let it snap on.

I hollered into the gag. It hurt! She took her time about bring the second one close to my other nipple but allowed it to painful snap on like the other one.

Now, I had been “tortured” with clothespins on my nipples before this. But only for short periods, and by friends to whom the torture was part of a game that I was enjoying, too. This was a little different. This girl meant to leave me in real pain.