Tales of the Rope

Chapter 11: The Haunted House

Chapter 11: The Haunted House

A little ways down the old Taylor road there is a house that has been abandoned for years. Taylor’s son owns it, but he lives in Europe and hasn’t been here for years. There are stories about that place being haunted by the ghost of Taylor’s wife who took her own life in that house. Kids won’t go there, and even adults hurry past after dark. They say you sometimes see eerie glowing lights in the upstairs rooms. But only after midnight.

Darlene’s friends, knowing of her love of a good scare, decided to play a trick upon the poor, innocent girl. Two of her girlfriends, under the pretext of helping to celebrate her eighteenth birthday only three days before, they got her over, promised a little lesbian lovemaking, and then tied her up. They played with her, “forced” her to service them, and then teased her into a very satisfactory orgasm. She’s spent most of the afternoon and evening hogtied in Kathy’s house, enjoying it but knowing from their expressions and giggles that they were planning something more. She did not, however, have the slightest idea what it might be.

After dark, a boyfriend of one of the girls came by with his van. They carried the naked and hogtied Darlene out to the van and dumped her within. Then they drove to the old Taylor place. Darlene was amazed that her friends let a boy see her all naked and tied up. She started to protest, but the threat of a gag made her shut up.

There is a driveway alongside the house and they used it to hide the van in the back. At that point the ball gag she had been threatened with was added to her bondage, silencing the poor girl. Darlene was carried inside, but only after being allowed to see that is it the old haunted house they had all feared as kids. She began struggling as soon as she realized what they were planning, but they had bound her too tightly for her to wiggle from their grasp. It was not hard for the three of them to carry one wiggling female.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Inside it was dark, and the teenagers used flashlights with paper over the lens to make a dim light for them to see by. They didn’t want lights that might alert someone there was something going on in the old house. Next to the front room there was a coat closet. They opened it. The door creaked. The boy went inside and began screwing heavy metal rings into the walls.

Meantime the two girls untied Darlene’s legs from the hogtie and stood her up. Her arms were bound behind her with the elbows together and had been for almost six hours. That would have been pure torture for most girls, but Darlene was extremely supple, had great circulation and was very flexible. She had taken that long in such bondage before. It was uncomfortable for her, but she had endured worse.

While one girl held Darlene in place, the other began the process of preparing the naked girl for her ordeal. Her wrists were already tied with the palms of her hands facing each other. A big roll of wide duct tape was produced and they wrapped it around her wrists, over the cotton clothesline. Half a dozen wrappings then they moved the tape down her hands until they were wrapping her fingers. A dozen feet of tape later, her hands were encased in tape, making them into cones of silvery gray with no bare skin showing. She could not move her fingers, and they certainly wouldn’t be seeking knots and loose ropes.

Then they wrapped her elbows with tape, right over the clothesline. They continued down her arms until that tape joined the tape around her wrists.

Her arms were then taped to her body with many turns of the two inch wide tape. First they started taping around the narrowest part of her waist, pulling her arms tight against her back. Then they taped around her upper arms and chest. They used the whole roll of tape, covering her from above her breasts to the bottom of her hips, encasing her arms and body in a solid cocoon of tight tape. Even her hands were taped tightly against her bottom.

Having taken away her arms and all hope of escaping, they began wrapping a fresh roll of tape around her legs. By the time the rings were screwed into the closet and ready for her, her legs were a solid mass of tape from just below her sweet, innocent pussy to her ankles.

And what did Darlene think of all this preparation? First off, she knew that they planned to leave her bound for a long time - this was too much work for something quick. And she knew from unpleasant experience that they only used tape over other bondage when they wished to make it impossible for her to ever work free. It wasn’t hard for her to figure that they were going to leave her in that old, spooky house, and totally helpless. She was both scared and excited, the two emotions blending into one intense feeling that sent shivers down her spine.

Of course, she tried to plead, yell and struggle, but all of those were to no avail. These friends of hers were very experienced at binding a girl, and allowed her not the slightest chance of escape.

Even with her body taped beyond hope of freedom, Darlene was not quite ready yet to be placed in the closet. She had been wearing a ball gag in her mouth for a long time and her jaw ached. The two girls debated in front of the helpless girl as to whether they should take it out or leave the ball gag in. The debate finally ended when they decided to leave the ball gag in but only after tightening it down an additional notch. Darlene knew that the whole debate was a fake, just a part of the game to make her hope for a few moments that she might not have to wear the gag after all.

Then they were ready to put her in place. By the dim light, they picked her body up and placed her in the middle of the closet. Immediately the boy looped a rope around her neck and tied that to a ring directly over her head in the ceiling. That was pulled until she felt the rope tighten around her neck and she had to lift herself up onto her toes.

The two girls, being better at bondage than the boy, then went to work securing her in place. They looped rope around her waist then tied it to the rings on either side of her. More rope around her ankles

secured her feet centered between the side walls. Additional rings screwed into the walls half way between her hips and feet provided anchors for ropes around her knees. All the ropes were pulled as tightly as the girls could. There were two sets of rings above her waist, roughly just above and below her breasts. Not that the breasts were visible, being buried under tight windings of tape, but two large bulges remained to show her ample breasts under the tape and assure that the ropes wouldn’t slip down if she struggled.