Tales of the Rope

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.
And two clothespins were not enough. The others went on, one by one, until both my breasts had a ring of pinched flesh around
a tortured nipple. I was moaning for real because the damn things hurt.
Either satisfied that I was in enough pain, or out of clothespins, Linda finally stopped. She looked at me, the enjoyment of my
pain obvious in her eyes. The thought flashed through my mind that poor Tony was in for it when he got this woman into his
bedroom.
“And you won’t say a word about this to anyone,” she purred. “Or I’ll tell about those kinky little games you and your friends play.
Like the time you and Gail were naked and tied up in the park? Kink-keeeey! Or that photograph of you lying on the Principle’s
desk, all naked and hogtied...?”
I wondered how she had gotten a copy of that photo. It was a great photo, but I thought only a couple close friends had copies.
“Okay,” I muttered through the panty gag. “Have your fun.”
“Oh, I will,” she said with a smile. “I will. I’m going now. Tony is waiting in the car.” She laughed. “I told him to hold on to his prick
so it would stay hard for me. You’ll never get to see that huge thing but you’ll know that it’s playing inside my pussy, dear. It’s
disgusting, but it’s something I have to do now and then to keep these silly boys falling all over themselves to be nice to me. So
long. Enjoy the rest of the night.”
She actually blew me a kiss before leaving. Her trailing hand flipped the light switch off, and then she was gone. I was ready to
cry. Being tightly bound up is nice. Being roughly treated is okay. And even a little pain from clothespins or a spanking can be
fun. But this was a little different. I was going to spend an entire night with those damned clothespins crushing my poor little
nipples, not to mention putting bruises all over my breasts. If you’ve never had clothespins on your nipples, let me tell you that

it’s a pain and it burns. Most of the time it makes my nipples feel like they are on fire. And when the clothespins finally come off,
the pins and needles of returning circulation can be worst than the dull pain of the clothespin already on an hour.
The bedroom we were in had a window but we had covered it completely to make our dungeon, which left me in total darkness
and not too happy about it.
I did all the things a girl does when she’s alone and tied up. I struggled. I tried to reach knots. I tried to scream. Nothing helped.
As I said, I could have almost enjoyed spending the night bound to that ladder. But those damned clothespins were hurting
something fierce. I tried shaking my breasts to loosen them and make them fall off. No use. The best I could get was a little
wiggle out of them. My waist had been lashed to the ladder too tightly to permit much movement of my chest. For a while I
wondered if Linda had tied my tummy so that I couldn’t shake the clothespins off, or if she had just done it to hold my nipples still
while she put on the nasty little things, and to add to my general suffering. Not that it really mattered which was her reason.
I spent most of the next three hours testing my bondage now and then with bouts of fierce but useless struggling, between which
I dreamed up horrible tortures for Linda. I would start out with leaving her for several days like she left me, but with clothespins
all over her body. I looked forward to clamping clothespins on the lips of her pussy, even trying to get one to stick on her clit. That
would get her attention.
Then I would stake her out on the football field and let the whole team take turns screwing her. Then I would hang her upside
down over a pit of alligators and slowly, ever so slowly, lower her headfirst until they were nipping at long blonde hair. Then I
would roast her alive at the school barbecue, serving up slices to all the guys she’s teased. Then I would stake her out on an
anthill and smear honey all over her...
Who was I kidding? I would never do any of those things to her and I knew it. If she had proof of some of our kinky activities, I
would get in more trouble with the straight-laced university authorities (not to mention my Mother) than she would for leaving me
in a little discomfort. Besides, she could lie about doing this to me and it would be just my word against hers.
I cried and wished I could touch myself so I could get some relief from the constant pain. Usually I get very horny when I’m left
alone and bound up. It’s not unusual for me to reach a climax, or several, just from fighting the ropes and enjoying the intense
helpless feeling. Well, usually there has to be something touching my pussy, something I can rub against, or, most wonderful of
all, a dildo tied tightly inside my pussy. I can hit more orgasms that I can count when that happens.
But I didn’t hit anything. The pain was a little too strong and all I did was spend a miserable few hours. It was a terrible waste of
good bondage.

Sometime during the night I was brought out of my misery by the light coming back on. Nick was standing there, Gail at his side.
He hurried to take my gag off and Gail began pulling clothespins off.
“No!” I hollered as soon as the panties were out of my mouth. “Please leave the last ones on my nipples. Nick, Gail, one of you
use your hand on my pussy. Please?”
They understood. I had endured so much bondage and suffering and wanted to get some satisfaction from the whole ordeal. And
before I was untied. Gail left the last two clothespins on my nipples, and Nick began teasing my already juicy sex. I was quickly
moaning, both from the heat he generated in my pussy and from the sharp pains in my tender flesh. I fought violently against the
ropes as I climaxed. It was good. Very good.
Gail pulled off the final clothespins and they untied me. Nick explained that Linda had told him she was only going to tell me off
while I was tied and couldn’t stop her. But then he and Gail got to thinking and came to the conclusion that perhaps she meant
something worse for me. But they didn’t come to that conclusion until after a great deal of time-consuming bondage and
lovemaking before they came back to see if I was still here. I was.
I thanked them and went home. I was amazed to find it was only just after midnight. What had seemed like twenty hours to me
had actually been a little over an hour and a half. I put on my regular clothing, which I had deliberately picked to cover all of my
arms and legs, and went home. I didn’t want my Mother to see rope marks on my wrists and ankles, you know. I took a hot
shower and went to bed.
The incident of my Halloween torture on the rack wasn’t actually quite over. Before the end of that school year I had managed to
wind up in bed with the Super Hunk Tony as I taught him how much fun it was to screw a girl while she’s tied up and gagged.
Linda got pregnant and dropped out of school. She couldn’t be sure which of the football team was the father, so there was no
shotgun wedding. She later married a shoe salesman and is living in Encino with six kids and a mortgage.
Our haunted house raised a lot of money for a needy and good cause. I was glad to help. If you ever need an experienced
Inquisition victim for your haunted house, let me know. I have ideas for some torture scenes you wouldn’t believe!
THE END