Tales of the Rope

Chapter 17: Scary Night Continued

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...”

Nick was enjoying himself. Nancy was not.

“Well, you’ll be the first person brave enough to spend the night here. Of course, you’ll have to...” This was great fun teasing her.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

The naked teenager jerked around, and he could hear the boards of the wall creak. But they were solid enough; she wouldn’t be able to pull anything loose.

“Well, I guess I’ll be going...” He picked up the lantern. “I’d like to leave you the lantern but I need 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. “Almost forgot. Something to keep you occupied.” He reached down and pushed the switch on the battery pack.

Nancy gave a gasp as the vibrator inside her came to life. It was strong and in a place where she could not ignore it.

From the door he looked back but the closet was already in complete darkness. Then he left, chuckling to himself. This was the most wonderful trick he had ever pulled on Nancy. He was sure it would be no worse than leaving her tied back in his apartment. There really were no such things as ghosts, he knew. Therefore, she would have a scary, uncomfortable night, but nothing worse.

From the bedroom closet, Nancy heard when the van started up and drove away. She cried out as loudly as she could but she knew that he had really left her and she was truly alone. And she was certain that he really meant it to be for the whole night.

Vowing to herself to kick him right in the balls when she got her legs 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 another feeling took over her body. She had been pretty turned on during the drive over there. Now, with tight ropes around her and that marvel of plastic and electric motor humming away inside her, not to mention the fear, she was rapidly approaching a very high state of sexual excitement.

The orgasm hit her almost without warning. It was intense, very fast, and washed away all panic. For a while she arched her body against the ropes, gripped tightly in the most wonderful feeling any woman

can have. Eventually she sagged in her bonds as the sexual energy diminished.

For a while she half 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 no such things as ghosts and she was being foolish. It helped. Some.

Nancy might have spent a quiet night, perhaps even slept some, had it not been for that vibrator and its large supply of electricity. Her orgasm might have faded away as they all do eventually, but the vibrator continued on, providing stimulation in a place where she could not ignore it. She tried to think of other things, to forget the constant buzz within her sex. But she could not. Slower than the first time, but equally without her consent, her body warmed up towards another orgasm. When it came, it wasn’t quite as intense but still very good. Very good indeed.

It was a long night. The restless breeze outside rustled dry leaves and made dead tree branches scratch against the house. There were creaks and groans from the ancient structure. It was a good night for ghosts.

Within her closet, Nancy fought against instinct and lost. The vibrator, tight ropes, nudity, and complete helplessness were too much for the young woman. She lost count after five orgasms. Perhaps she had more, or perhaps it was just that she rose up to a high level of sexual arousal and sort of floated there. Perhaps she even slept some, it was hard to tell in the dreamy afterglow of multiple orgasms.

Somewhere in the very small hours of morning the batteries wore down, releasing Nancy from the grip of uncontrollable pleasure. By the time dawn tinted the room with rosy light, she was hanging limp in the ropes, eyes closed and drifting happily in a half sleep.

She had not been aware of his coming, only Nick’s strong hands working on the ropes then his arms around her as he carried her downstairs to the van. She fell asleep on the floor, still naked and still

tightly bound.

A week later, at Nancy’s insistence, Nick again tied her and that wonderful vibrator in the same closet and bid her goodbye for the night. This time, Nancy vowed she would keep her eyes open all night to see if there really were any ghosts in the old house. And to find out if they liked the show she put on.