Tales of the Rope

Chapter 24: Boxed In Continued

Chapter 24: Boxed In Continued

Leaving the handcuffs in place, he unlocked her ankle from the bed and led her into the front room. In the middle of the floor was a box with an open lid. On the coffee table next to it was a pile of ropes, each coiled up in the way he kept them ready for use. There was also a ball gag and a dildo. Nadia’s heart beat faster at the sight of all that bondage equipment. Especially the dildo. The only times he used that huge plastic beast on her was when he left her alone for a long time. He always kidded her that it was just “a little something to keep you from getting bored.” Which is the job it usually did quite well. Nadia had spent many frustrating hours in tight ropes, feeling that huge thing filling her vagina, and, if she were lucky, being able to work herself up into an orgasm. Or several orgasms.

The dildo combined with the box made a shiver of mixed fright and excitement race down her spine. It was impossible to avoid the conclusion that she was going to be spending time bound and locked within. She could see small holes drilled into the sides.

He had her spread her legs wide and inserted the dildo into her vagina. It went in easily, because she was already getting warm and juicy. Then he bound her legs together as she sat on the couch, before taking the handcuffs off. Nadia noticed how his eyes were sparkling as he placed the ropes around her legs. His breathing seemed fast, too. Nadia wanted to smile at the thought of him being turned on by this new game, but she worked at keeping the smile down. Not letting him see how excited she was becoming just seemed to be a part of it. Like she was a captive slave girl or something. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

When the handcuffs came off, she was not given time to get used to the relative freedom. Her arms were pulled back and the hands forced up behind her. She squealed as her wrists were pulled high between her shoulder blades. “Oh, Matt, that hurts. That’s too high. It will be hurting me from the very start.”

Her complaints fell upon deaf ears. He turned her hands so that the palms were together and held them that way with one hand while wrapping rope around them with the other. Nadia was on the slender side and very flexible, but even she was surprised to find that her hands could be pulled up above her shoulder blades and bound there. After the wrists were solidly bound, more rope went over her shoulder and across her chest to come up in back on the other side. That was repeated in the other direction so that her wrists were held high on her back by an X of ropes between her neck and breasts. She knew the second he let go of the ropes that there was no way she could pull her hands down.

“This is very tight,” she informed him. “I think my hands will be going to sleep very soon.”

Nadia was very excited by being so tightly bound and the prospect of what he would do next, but she wanted it to last a while. If her hands went to sleep, it would be curtailed. “Could you tie them some other way?”

His reply was to loop another rope around her arms down near the elbows. When the pulled that rope, her elbows were forced inward. “Oh...! I don’t think my arms are supposed to go that way... Oh, Matt!”

The man in charge did not stop pulling and adjusting until her elbows were very close to touching and the forearms were touching along their entire length. Then he knotted the rope and checked the other ropes over her shoulders, tightening them down. When he finished, the effect was to weld her arms between her shoulder blades and neck. She could wiggle her fingers but that was all.

“Oh, Matt, it’s so tight! You’ve never tied my arms that tightly before. Matt, it’s wonderful but I’m afraid they’re going to go to sleep. They already feel like they’re getting numb.”

In reply, he took her in his strong arms and crushed her body against his. His mouth sought and found hers in a kiss that melted the naked and helpless woman. Heat blazed in her loins as her breasts were crushed against his manly chest. Her hips thrust themselves against him, eager and begging for the massive rod she knew was pushing against those pants to get out.

When he broke the kiss, she was panting. He lifted her body easily and set her down in the box, forcing her to kneel. The box was not that big, the distance measured out by her legs on the bottom almost went from one edge to the other.

“Oh, Matt, I don’t think I’ll be able to fit in here. It’s too small!”

“Kneel and sit down on your heels,” he commanded.

She did and felt the ropes tighten around her ankles and knees as her legs doubled up.

“Are you sure this is safe?” came the plaintive voice of the young woman in the box.

“Of course it is!” was the jovial assurance.

“This is hurting my legs,” she said in a little girl voice. “You aren’t going to leave me in here long, are you?”

“If you don’t like it, just free yourself and get out,” he replied with a smile.

“Oh, Matt, you know I can’t do that. Just look at the way you’ve tied my hands! I could never get free from this.”

“You got that right,” he told her. “So I guess you’ll just have to endure however long I leave you in there, won’t you?”

“Are you going to leave me alone? I mean, after you lock me in this box? You wouldn’t leave me alone in the apartment. No, that’s too dangerous. What if there were a fire or something? Are you serious about leaving me alone?”

“Maybe. Maybe not,” was his cryptic reply.

“Matt, I’ll be so uncomfortable in here.”

“I know you will.”

“Matt, the game’s no fun when it hurts too much,” she pointed out.

“Who said this was a game?”

“Oh, Matt, don’t scare me.”

Matt smiled and reached for the gag. “Enough of this talking,” he said as he pushed the ball up against her lips.

Nadia sighed and opened her mouth. She knew from past experience that it was hopeless to try to resist the gag. She was totally helpless and he could easily force it in. She had learned a long time ago that all he had to do was hurt her and she would gladly open her mouth for the rubber ball. Pinching a nipple worked just fine.

The ball filled her mouth and pushed her tongue down. The leather strap was buckled behind her head, a little too tightly, she felt. The edges of the leather strap were cutting into the sides of her mouth. She tried to protest but the sounds that came out were nothing like words. She moaned, an expression of the helplessness. She could hardly move, she couldn’t talk, and she was naked. She was totally in the control of this man and she was aware of that fact down to her toenails.

“Before I close the lid and you go off on your journey,” Matt began as he walked to the bar, “I’ve got a confession to make.” He threw some ice cubes into a glass and splashed in several fingers of whiskey. Then he came back to the couch to sit down. “You see, I’ve decided to get rid of you.”