Tales of the Rope

Chapter 25: Boxed In Continued

Chapter 25: Boxed In Continued

Nadia wanted to scream, and a sound much like a small scream escaped around the gag. “Stop it, you’re scaring me!” was what she wanted to say.

“I figured being married would be okay,” he continued, “but having to limit myself to screwing only one woman is a drag. Just not my nature, you know.” Nadia’s eyes were wide with fear. “And you’ve made it clear that you don’t want me screwing around. And I know you’d never consider a divorce, so I’m going to have to get rid of you some other way.”

Nadia shook her body, but the ropes holding her arms tightly to her back would not move the slightest.

“I know a man who runs a whorehouse down in Mexico,” he said after a sip of the liquor. “He’s agreed to take you as one of his girls. Oh, don’t look so surprised. That’s all you’re good for: tying up and screwing. Oh, and spanking and whipping. That’s good, too. Down there, he’ll keep you tied or chained so you can’t get away. All the time. Twenty-four seven, as they say. Instead of shaking your head, you should be thankful. The alternative would be to have you killed. This way, you’ll spend the rest of your life far from here, making men happy. Of course, you probably won’t be too happy doing it, but then maybe I’m wrong. You might just have enough slut in you to enjoy being fucked a dozen times a day. Every day.”

His grin as those words came out was wicked. Nadia had to wonder why she had never seen this evil side of her husband before.

“And...” he said with a grand wave of the glass, “I’ve already found your replacement!” He took a drink. “She’s younger, prettier and more submissive than you ever could be.”

Setting the drink on the coffee table, he rose and walked over to a coat closet. Nadia couldn’t see into the closet, but when he reached down and brought his hand up, he was holding a bunch of rope. The

rope, Nadia could see as he walked around the couch, were tied to a beautiful, naked woman! She was hogtied, her arms tightly joined behind her back, elbows tight together, legs together and then bent and tied to her wrists. It was by the rope holding her ankles to her wrists that he was carrying her, much like a suitcase. The strain of being held up by that means showed on her youthful face.

He sat her down on the coffee table only a couple feet away from Nadia.

“Her name’s Cindy, but I think I’ll just call her ‘slut.’ It fits.”

Nadia whined. This Cindy was beautiful! Her breasts were twice the size of Nadia’s, who was by no means flat-chested. Her hair was long and golden blonde. Nadia’s was black and cut short. Cindy’s waist was narrow and her bottom full. The legs were like something from a centerfold. Matt was right, she was better looking.

“And she’s so willing to please me,” he crowed. “Listen.” He unbuckled the strap to the ball gag in her mouth and pulled it from the full lips. The blonde licked her lips and worked her jaw but said nothing.

“Slut,” he began by pulling her long hair so her head jerked up, “will you do anything for me?”

“Anything, Master,” came the weak but sincere reply.

“If I told you to cut your left tit off, would you?”

“Yes, Master.”

“If I told you to stick a red-hot poker up your cunt, what would you do?”

“I would obey.”

“See what I mean, Nadia? She’s so much more willing to be a total sexual slut, a slave in every sense of the word. I own her. You always wanted me to respect you. That’s not what a woman is for. Hell, a

woman isn’t a man’s equal! Anyone knows that. You, slut, are you a man’s equal?”

“No, Master.”

Nadia couldn’t believe her eyes or ears. This was simply impossible!

Matt rolled the hogtied woman onto her side and pointed to a whole cluster of small red spots on the big breasts. “Tell Nadia what those are,” he commended.

“Needle marks.” NôvelDrama.Org content.

“Tell her what I did to you.”

“Master tied me down bent backwards over a table and then made me beg to have needles stuck in my breasts.”

“Did it hurt?”

“Yes, Master. It hurt very much.”

“Then what did I do?” he asked as he let her roll back onto her sore breasts.

“You tied my legs to the ceiling and spread wide. Then you filled my cunt with candle wax.”

“Tell Nadia how that hurt.”

“It hurt very bad. It think I’m burnt down there.”

“And what did I do then.”

“You lowered my hips and sodomized me.”

“None of those fancy words, slut, describe it properly.”

“You fucked me in the ass, Master.”

“I think I’ve made my point,” Matt bragged. “This slut is everything a woman should be. And you’re not!”

Nadia whined in pure fear. She wanted to scream at him, to tell him that she could be submissive, too. That if that’s what he wanted in a woman, she could be it.

But a small part of her knew it wasn’t true. She wanted to be sexually submissive to this hunk of man, but not at the expense of her self-respect. She was submissive but not to that extent. Needles and hot wax! Never!

Matt shoved the ball gag back into Cindy’s mouth and buckled it up with a jerk to make it cruelly tight. Then he pulled the belt out of his pants and doubled it over. Without warning, he lashed out with the leather belt to strike Cindy’s bare feet directly across the soles.

The hogtied girl cried out and jerked her body against the ropes. For a brief second she held that position, body arched and straining against the harshly tight ropes. Then she lowered herself back down to the table and bowed her head until her forehead touched the wooden surface.

Matt swung again, evoking the same reaction from naked Cindy. And again. Back and forth he cut the leather on the bare soles of her feet. The poor girl strained against the ropes and whined in pain but made no attempt to escape the cruel cuts. She could have rolled onto her side or even tried to roll off the table, but she kept returning to the position that left the bottom of her feet exposed for the bite of the lash.

When a couple dozen strokes had landed and the soft flesh there was all red and puffy, he stopped. “Would you like some more, slut?” he asked.

She could not talk but lifted her head to nod affirmatively.

“Later. Meantime I’m horny.”

He unbuckled the gag with a jerk and then lowered his pants. He was indeed horny as his rigid shaft attested. Kneeling by the table, he guided his tool towards the blonde’s mouth with one hand while the other pulled back her long hair to force her head up. She willingly opened her mouth to accept his phallus and, as she eagerly worked her mouth around the shaft, Nadia realized that Matt was right; this woman was submissive to a degree she could never be.

The blowjob came to its logical conclusion - with Cindy swallowing every tiny bit of his cum as if it were precious wine - and Nadia felt a surge of hope. With his sexual desire was sated, perhaps he would stop this terrible joke and free her. Maybe - just maybe - this whole thing was just a big joke on her. Cindy was obviously real, but boxing his wife up and sending her down to Mexico was just a put-on. Nadia sighed. Maybe she would have to be more reasonable about sharing him with other women. Maybe...