Paula didn’t say a word the entire time her dom wrapped her in
rope. The last time she’d spoken during a bondage session, Victor
had gagged her with her own panties for 12 hours. As soon as he
started to strip off her clothes, Paula kept quiet and compliant.
She knew he would reveal the kinky game they were going to play
when he was ready and not a moment before.
Today, he had bound her naked body to the bed in the basement.
Her hands were tied together with thick corded rope and anchored
to the center of the headboard. Coils of rope wrapped each ankle
and pulled her legs apart in a V. A network of ropes encased her
torso, pulling and squeezing her tits into painful tight mounds.
More insidious was the series of knots that ran from a belt of
rope around her waist, down over her cunt and up again between
her buttocks. She had already soaked that rope with her arousal,
and the rope was constricting more tightly against her pussy.
Finally, Victor took off the leather collar she wore every day
and replaced it with a single cord. He tightened the rope around
her neck till it was just shy of choking her.
Paula waited. She could feel her heart beating so hard. She
thought of the hundred terrible things he could do to her in this
position and then she thought of the hundred terrible things he
had done to her in this position. What would it be today?
“The boys are coming over,” Victor said.
Despite her best efforts at being silent, Paula moaned in
despair.
“That’s right,” Victor said. “All of them are coming over today,
and all of them have asked if they can fuck you. I haven’t
decided yet. I know how little you care for them, so today I’m
giving you a sporting chance. All you have to do to avoid a
gangbang is escape. Get free of every inch of rope on you, and
I’ll just lock you in the cage when they come over. Aren’t I
generous today?”
“Yes, sir,” Paula said. “How long do I have?”
Victor walked over to the chair facing the bed and sat down. “I
don’t know. Jacob is the designated driver, so they’ll be here as
soon as he picks everyone up, I guess. I’d start trying to escape
now if I were you.”
Paula did. She twisted her wrists and ankles as much as she
could, trying to find which of her restraints might be looser
than the others. The twisting agitated the knotted rope on her
cunt. Paula ignored the fact that she was still soaking wet even
with her plight spelled out for her. As she twisted, she kept
flashing back to Jacob. The bastard loved to choke her, and his
preferred method was with his cock. Paula could remember the
taste of his cock as it slammed down her throat as well as the
ache in her jaw she had for a week afterward. She struggled
harder and tried not to feel Jacob’s balls already resting on her
chin.
Her left hand felt looser than the rest of her body, and Paula
pulled hard on that hand. The rope burned her wrist, and she had
no doubt that Victor had left it loose for just that purpose. It
was slack enough to pull her hand through, but the rope was going
to take its price in pain. Paula cried out as she tugged her hand
through the fiery embrace. She could almost hear Victor laughing
at her discomfort.
Someone else who loved her pain was Owen. Oh, God, he was a worse
sadist than Victor. He’d bring his own clamps, the bastard. They
would be cruel alligator clamps that he would place on her
nipples and cunt lips. He would leave the nipple clamps on as he
fucked her, taking pleasure in watching her tits bounce. As for
the clamps on her cunt? Oh, he would take them off when it came
time for fucking, but he would leave them on when he ate her
pussy.
Her hand popped free. Paula started to laugh with relief. She
stopped, though, before she got hysterical. Her hand went to work
on her other wrist, looking for any knots that were looser than
the others, trying to create enough slack to pull her right hand
free. They were there, but pulling at them with her left hand was
more difficult than she’d first thought. The knots fought her,
resisting every effort, and when the rope did begin to give, it
did so teasingly slowly, as if it were taunting her.
It reminded her so much of Larry. He always took his time with
her, as if he were relishing every once of hatred she had for
him. From gradually stripping off her clothes to slowly,
tediously penetrating her ass with his cock, he never rushed
through anything. Time dragged with him, and he could make 20
minutes of ass-fucking seem like a night-long ordeal. Even his
climax was slow, one pump of cum spaced out after another.
Paula got both hands free. Victor rewarded her with an insincere
clap of his hands. She took a moment to flex her hands and then
sat up. Her tits ached as the ropes binding them jiggled. Pulled
together like this, her breasts were so damn sensitive. They felt
like they had been mauled for hours even though she knew it had
barely been 5 minutes. Paula whimpered as she realized that if
she didn’t escape, her breasts <I>were</I> going to be mauled for
hours.
With her hands no longer bound and pulling her taut, Paula was
able to scoot her ass down and create some slack in the rope
holding her ankles. The knotted cord tugged at her cunt, but she
ignored the incredibly arousing sensation that produced. She went
to work on the rope and did her best to get her ankles free.
So close to being free, Paula couldn’t calm down. The tension was
too great. Even though she had both hands working on the knots,
she was panicking too much. Her fingers slid off the knots, and
at one point, she was even tightening a knot before she realized
her mistake. As she screwed up more and more, she kept thinking
of Alan and his belt. He would whip her ass, she just knew it.
Every failed attempt at a knot would mean another swing of his
belt on her ass. Every second she wasted was another 30 lashes he
would burn into her backside. The fact that he would make her
thank him for every stroke of the belt just made her fingers
shake more.
To her surprise, Paula got her feet free. This time there was no
applause from Victor. She didn’t need it. Paula knew she had a
lot more to go. First, she pulled at the rope encasing her
breasts and released her heavy tits from their prisons. The
relief at removing another length of rope turned to whimpers of
pain as the blood rushed back to her tits. Paula balled her hands
into fists as the pain crashed into her.
A car door slammed outside.
“You have till they walk into this room,” Victor said.
Paula started to pant in fear. She pulled at the rope belt she
was wearing. The knotted rope did terrible, wonderful things to
her slick cunt. Of course, Victor had tied this belt with tougher
knots than anything else. Paula clawed at the belt and tried to
overcome the evil knots with sheer force and fear.
She thought of Daniel and his need to make her lick his boots.
She thought of Kevin and his hands slapping her face. She thought
of Freddy and Hank double-teaming her as they always did. She
thought of Theo climaxing in her hair. Worst of all, she thought
Victor looking on and waiting to punish her if she dared resist
any of them.
What she didn’t think of was how wet and horny she would be when
Victor dragged her back to his bed and reclaimed her after what
his friends would have done to her.
The boys were coming down the stairs as Paula ripped the belt off
her body. She collapsed to the ground just as they walked in.
Their talking stopped as they saw her, and she giggled with joy.
She had done it! She had escaped her master’s friends, at least
for today.
Victor walked over to her, and to Paula’s surprise, he was
smiling. He reached down and hooked his fingers around the single
cord of rope that encircled her throat. Paula, in her great
escape, had forgotten to remove the rope that symbolized her
collar.