Melissa · Bound · Part 2

Melissa · Bound · Part 2 (2/2)
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“You are a feisty one, aren’t you? I guess I’ll really have to tape you up good and proper to make sure that you don’t get that gag out.”

After countless circumnavigations of her prisoner’s head, Melissa finally seemed content that Louisa’s mouth was sealed to perfection. She tore the end of the tape from the spool and smoothed down the encircling mass of sealant, which by now covered the whole of Louisa’s lower face from her chin to just under her nostrils.

“There, that should keep you quiet.”

She began pacing across the room again.

“I suppose it’s only fair to explain to you where we are. This room is the basement of an old farmhouse that was lived in up until a couple of years ago, but has since been abandoned. There’s no other human habitation within two or three miles of here, so the chances of you being able to ‘mmmph’ loudly enough to attract attention are virtually nonexistent.”

She casually stepped back into the beam of the torch and approached to within a few inches of Louisa’s terrified face.

“So, I expect you’re wondering exactly how I’m going to take my revenge for what you did to me; how long I’m going to leave you here etc. etc.”

Melissa waited a few seconds, whilst she let her latest nonchalant utterance sink in. Louisa squirmed and made a faint whining sound that she hoped would appeal to Melissa’s better nature. It failed to have the desired effect, however.

“You see, unlike the time you simply abandoned me, I’m going to leave the length of your sentence to a random act of chance.”

She glanced down at her watch.

“Ah good, only about five minutes to go until we find out how many hours you’re going to have to stay tied up here.”

The expression on the parts of Louisa’s face not wrapped up in tape must have conveyed a sense of bewilderment at this cryptic remark, so almost immediately Melissa began to explain what she had in mind.

“You see Lou, as it’s Wednesday, the midweek National Lottery draw will take place in a few minutes, and when it does we’re going to play a little game which I call ‘Bonus Ball Bondage’.”

Seeing that Louisa’s brow was still furrowed – due to both extreme fear and continued lack of comprehension – Melissa continued with her monologue.

“As I’m sure you know, the Lottery consists of six balls being drawn, followed by the bonus ball. We’re going to forget about the first six numbers, as they’re irrelevant to how your plight is going to be decided.”

As she was speaking, Melissa opened her shoulder bag and produced a small transistor radio that looked about twenty years old. She placed this on the floor beside the torch and turned it on. For a second or two, a loud burst of static echoed around the underground room. Melissa stood slowly up to her full height again and looked her quivering prey in the eye. A mischievous grin played at the corners of her mouth as she continued, “It’s a very simple game… and one that’s very fair, as it relies totally on arbitrary factors outside of my control…and yours too.”

Although she still didn’t have full knowledge of what was going on, Louisa knew that something sinister was afoot here. Thrashing wildly in her bonds, she began to scream as loudly as she could into her gag, in the hope that her cries would alert some innocent passerby that might just happen to be in the vicinity, who would then rush to her rescue.

Melissa, however, simply laughed.

“Scream all you like, there’s no one within earshot at this time of night… or virtually any other time for that matter. Now where was I? Oh yes, so here’s the deal…”

She paced across the room to the window, before turning and heading back to Louisa’s place of anchorage.

“… The number on tonight’s bonus ball will signify the number of hours that you’ll be staying tied up here. In other words, if a low number comes up, your time here could be of very short duration. In fact…”

She looked at her watch again.

“…, as you’ve already been here nearly two hours, if the number drawn is either one or two, then I’ll let you go straight away, as your sentence will already have been served in full.”

She smiled at her trembling captive, as if expecting some sort of thanks for being so considerate. No such show of gratitude was forthcoming, of course. Instead a muffled whimper born of terror seeped through Louisa’s extremely effective gag.

“Of course, anything above two and you’ll have to stay here until your sentence is completed. If the number is a three, then you’ll be out of here and back at home by eleven o’clock tonight.”

Again Melissa got close to her victim’s face and smiled; as if leaving your former friend bound and gagged for an as yet indeterminate span of time was the most natural occurrence imaginable.

“But then again, if fifty nine comes out… well let’s just say any plans you had for the next couple of days will have to be cancelled.”

Louisa’s mind – still slightly groggy from the after-effects of the drugs – had been working overtime to keep up with the grim news that Melissa was imparting with what seemed like great relish. But now, as the realisation that she could be here for more than two days suddenly hit home, her struggling and pleading increased dramatically. But all attempts to free herself were doomed to fail, and her screams cut no ice with her tormentor.

“Relax Lou, I wouldn’t leave you here for another fifty nine hours…”

She waited a few seconds, to see if this latest revelation had the effect of raising the restrained female’s hopes… only to smash them again almost immediately with her next statement.

“… As I said earlier, you’ve already served two hours, so they’d only be another fifty seven to go!”

The accompanying harsh laughter told the helpless and terrified prisoner that Melissa was taking immense pleasure from this game that she’d devised, and in which Louisa had no choice but to participate. She screamed again, but almost instantly, Melissa put her finger up to her lips and implored the less than willing detainee to quieten down.

“Sshh. They’re just about to draw the lottery balls. Let’s see if you’re going to be lucky or unlucky tonight.”

Still shivering with fright, Louisa managed to claim herself down. The presenter on the radio was just informing his audience how much the jackpot stood at this evening, and was waxing lyrical about all the good causes and charities that were benefiting from the sale of tonight’s tickets. Then the live draw began.

Louisa took very little notice as the commentator announced the first six balls to be drawn. Although this was an audio only experience, Louisa had seen the draw many times before on television, and in her mind’s eye could see the balls spinning around in their Perspex orb, before one was randomly plucked from the maelstrom of colliding coloured spheres and rolled down the chute to its resting place. As the presenter proclaimed “and tonight’s bonus ball is…”, she tried desperately to imagine a white ball being spat from the spiralling mass; for a white ball would mean a number between one and nine. Any other colour – blue, pink, green, yellow or purple – and she was in trouble.

She held her breath, as the next two seconds lasted for what seemed like an eternity.

“…fifty five”

Fifty five! For a moment or two, the enormity of those two words failed to register. But then, the fact that this random occurrence had just condemned her to more than two whole days of imprisonment in tight, inescapable bondage, suddenly hit like a sledgehammer.

Showing no emotion whatsoever, Melissa bent down and picked up the radio. The crackle of static, as she turned off this battery operated bearer of bad news, was drowned out by Louisa’s wail of dismay, however. With as much force as she could muster, the stricken woman once more fought her bonds; the handcuffs emitting a dull clanking sound as they crashed into the metal post to which she was tethered; sending out the message that they had no intention of releasing her from their steely clutches.

Straining with all her might, she desperately tried to pull her body and legs away from her mooring berth. But, as she knew only too well, she was wasting her time. The ropes held firm and refused to allow her even the slightest leeway. In fact, if anything, each strand of rope seemed to resent this test of its efficiency, and had decided to defy her by tightening its grip still further. Through the thin mesh of her tights, she felt the multitude of cords bite deeply into her flesh, and the latticework harness around her body followed suit by appearing to constrict and reaffirm its intention to ensure that she remained exactly where she was.

Melissa put the radio back into her bag and turned to face her still protesting captive.

“So, there we have it Louisa. The balls have spoken and pronounced your sentence. You can’t really argue with that, can you? Fifty five hours it is then… less the two you’ve already been here, of course, which by my reckoning brings it to fifty three. And fifty three hours from now will be…”

She checked her watch in the beam of the torchlight – which seemed to be weakening as the batteries’ strength declined – then did a quick mental calculation.

“…two o’clock on Saturday morning.”

Louisa howled as loudly as her gag would permit. Although she already knew the length of her term of confinement, being informed of just how far in the future this equated to, sent her into a renewed struggle-and-scream frenzy. It was still only Wednesday and, unless Melissa relented – which seemed unlikely –she was going to be here until the early hours of Saturday morning. This latest in a long line of pleas for clemency was met only with mocking indifference, however.

“What are you grizzling about? It could have been worse. It could have been fifty nine hours.”

For some reason, the fact that her sentence was four hours shorter than the maximum tariff available failed to placate the roped and shackled female, who continued to squirm frantically at her tethering post.

Melissa waited a few seconds until this latest futile outburst had passed, before continuing.

“Well Lou, I guess it’s time to leave you now, so that you can get some idea of how I felt when you left me hog-tied and helpless. Don’t worry though, you’ll soon get used to being tied up. After all, you’re going to be pretty familiar with the sensation by the time you do eventually get out of here. Of course, I will leave you the key to the handcuffs, just as you did for me…. Kind aren’t I?”

Melissa reached into her pocket and withdrew a small silver key that Louisa recognised as belonging to the wrist manacles. Attached to it was a piece of string, several inches in length. Tantalisingly, she held it up to within an inch of the stricken woman’s face. For some reason, even though she knew she didn’t have a hope in hell of reaching it, Louisa pulled at her bonds and stretched her neck as far forward as she could; as if the act of even getting close to this key to her freedom was some sort of comfort to her. For what seemed like the hundredth time this evening, Melissa’s harsh laughter reverberated around the small underground chamber.

“You want this? Well I’ll leave it here for you. If you can reach it, you can make use of it.”

As Louisa impotently watched, Melissa reached up above her head and wound the string around one of the thick metal pipes that ran horizontally across the ceiling before disappearing into the stone wall. Ensuring it was hanging at around Louisa’s eye level, she manoeuvred the key to within a few inches of her face.

“Is that close enough do you think?”

With hindsight, Louisa realised that craning her neck to its full extent in an attempt to touch the key with her nose was not a good idea, as by doing so she’d inadvertently given away the scope which her bonds would allow her to manoeuvre. But by the time this consideration had dawned on her, it was too late. Melissa now knew the perimeters of Louisa’s reach and could position the key on the very periphery of the limits to which she could stretch forwards; teasing her to attempt to strain that extra fraction of an inch, yet knowing that she could never quite attain her goal. Knotting the string securely, she stepped back and picked up the torch.

“There you go. It’s all yours. I wouldn’t pull too hard on the string though.”

She shone the beam high up onto the stone ceiling, to reveal the source of the dripping sound that had been a continual background disturbance since Louisa had regained consciousness.

“As you can see, there’s still water in some of these pipes. And the one I’ve tied the key to looks fairly rusty and fragile to me, so fracturing it probably wouldn’t be in your best interests. You’d probably end up being showered in stagnant water.”

She swung the beam up onto the far wall.

“You see that mark up there? That proves that this cellar has flooded at least once before. So I think you can see that allowing water to gush unhindered into this place could result in you languishing up to your neck in freezing cold water, which wouldn’t be good for your chances of survival.”

Louisa could see that there was indeed a tide mark at roughly the level of her neck all around the walls, which suggested that Melissa’s analysis of the situation was probably accurate. Having made her point, Melissa once more set the torch down so that it illuminated the severely trussed and fettered woman. She came back and playfully swung the key towards Louisa, so that it bounced off her nose.

“So there we go my little ‘damsel-in-distress’. Now you’re just as trapped as I was when you abandoned me all those months ago. I think it’s about time that I left you to your own devices.”

She paused for a second, a sly smirk playing at the corners of her mouth.

“But before I go, there are just a couple of adjustments that need to be made to your bondage.”

Louisa shook her head as she saw the pair of dark coloured tights being stretched and brought towards her face. But her resistance was half-hearted and stood no chance of preventing Melissa slipping the fine, soft mesh over her head and easing it down to her neck.

“I know you blindfolded me with a scarf and then sheathed my head in tights, but I’ve decided that I don’t want you completely sightless. Instead, I want you to be able to see the dawn break through the window and realise just how long a day lasts when you’re all tied up without hope of escape. These tights will give a bit of extra protection to the tape, though.”

She grasped a bit of the silky soft material on Louisa’s left cheek and pulled it away from her face momentarily, before letting it snap back onto her flesh.

“There, that’s all the bad stuff out of the way, now for the good bit.”

Louisa could only watch wide-eyed as Melissa began undoing one of the knots located on the ropes around her waist. But it wasn’t the cord that lashed her securely to the pipe that Melissa was making one final adjustment to, but another that was attached to this and ran down between her legs. Up to now, this particular rope had been only loosely tied in comparison to her other bonds; so much so, in fact, that Louisa had paid little attention to it up until the present time. Now however, as Melissa pulled this ligature tightly upwards into her crotch, Louisa gasped into her gag. But it wasn’t simply the unexpected sudden tautness that was the catalyst for her muffled outburst.

Nor was pain a major issue. What surprised her was the thrill she received as the rope dug deeply inside her. Melissa pulled the rope tighter still, until it was as high and as stretched as it would go, before retying this rope to those on her stomach.

“Just to show you that I’m not completely without compassion, that crotch rope will give you something to occupy your time during the long and lonely hours you’ll be staying here. I’m sure you’ll find there’s a lot of fun to be had if you use this to its full potential.”

Momentarily, Melissa bent down and peered around the pipe at Louisa’s back.

“Ah yes, your fingers should be able to just about grasp the rope around your waist if you’re lucky. A few jerks on that and you’ll be well on your way to bondage heaven.”

Without further ado, Melissa retrieved the torch from the floor and headed for the exit. As she reached the door, however, she turned and once more aimed the powerful beam of light back at her victim.

“You know, sometimes groups of kids come to this house, to explore and play in the ruins. I wonder what they’ll do if they find you here. Do you think they’ll help you get free? Or do you think they’ll simply laugh and mock the bound up woman in the cellar? Personally, I guess it’s more likely to be the latter.”

She paused for a second, as a thought seemed to come to her.

“You never know, Louisa, you might get lucky. Maybe a gang of testosterone-fuelled teenage boys will chance upon you, and take it in turns to fuck your brains out. Now there’s something to look forward to!”

Louisa screamed hysterically as the door slammed shut. But it was obvious, from the sound of a car engine starting and then rapidly fading into the distance, that she was now on her own. Now in near darkness, she could just make out the slightly lighter window against the pitch black walls. Even taking account of the fact that her vision was now hampered by the mesh of the tights, the illumination that stole through the dirt encrusted glass seemed to have decreased in intensity since she’d first awoken from her drug induced slumbers, and she guessed that this must be a consequence of the moon having now set. How long would it be before dawn broke? And with the coming day, what would befall her? Could she summon assistance? Or was she doomed to stay here until Melissa returned? This latter appeared to be the most likely outcome.

Louisa flexed every joint, every muscle, every sinew of her limbs and body, in an attempt to seek out some weak point in Melissa’s binding technique. But if such a thing existed, she failed to find it. It was no good; she was lashed rigidly and inescapably against this sturdy vertical pipe until help arrived.

So what were her options? Well, the first possibility was that she could try with all her might, once daybreak arrived, to summon assistance. But bearing in mind the location of the building she was incarcerated in, the chances of anyone coming to her aid were probably minimal. And Melissa’s last comment had chilled her to the bone, and the thought of attracting the wrong kind of person filled her with dread.

Then there was the key; hanging so enticingly only a couple of inches in front of her. But what were the chances of being able to release that small shard of metal from the string and get it into the handcuff locks? For a start, with her mouth sealed, she would be unable to use her teeth to gnaw through the twine and release it. And hanging only just within range of her stretching neck, it was all she could do to nudge the frustratingly close-at-hand object with her nose or forehead, which simply caused it to swing backwards and forwards tantalisingly; an almost ghostlike flash of silver in the darkness.

And even if she could in some way have parted the key from its bindings, how would that help? The key would immediately fall to the floor, which in her current state would require her to somehow manoeuvre it into a position where her fingers could grab hold of it and fit it into the lock. And secured in upright posture as she was to the post, this simply wasn’t viable. So, much as she hated to admit it, there was no point in wasting her time on so futile a project.

And besides, Melissa had warned her of the dangers of splitting open the rusty old pipe, with the possibility of the room subsequently flooding. Reluctantly, she had to admit to herself that recovering the key to the handcuffs would have to be dismissed as an impossibility; which would be so frustrating once it became light and she was able to view it dangling only inches from her face, as if mocking her.

So that just left one final option: grit her teeth and wait for Melissa to return. It would be an extremely long test of her endurance, she knew that, but it seemed the most plausible way that her predicament would draw to a conclusion. But hour after interminable hour of having to stand rigidly lashed upright in this cold dank cellar held no great appeal. And the thought of being without food and water for two whole days caused her to renew her efforts to escape from the multitude of ropes that held her in check. How would she ever get through this arduous ordeal?

As if in answer to this question, just as she was embarking on this latest round of ineffectual wriggling and writhing, she inadvertently caused the rope between her legs to momentarily tighten and thrust upwards. And as the rough cord rubbed into her, she experienced a strange jolt of energy, similar in nature to a mild electric shock, which shot rapidly through her entire being. Immediately she felt her skimpy lace panties becoming damp.

Intrigued by these sudden unexpected stirrings of sexual stimulation, Louisa’s grasping fingers sought out the rope that had caused this sudden distraction; her intention being to explore this weird phenomenon further and see where it led. It took a few seconds of twisting and stretching to their utmost limits, but finally the index and middle fingers of her right hand slid into the infinitesimally slender gap between the relevant rope and the top of her tights.

Slowly at first, she began deliberately yanking on the rope, simultaneously thrusting her pelvis and gradually working herself into a rhythmic frenzy, until, after a few minutes, she exploded into one of the most fantastic and intense orgasms she had ever experienced. This, she thought to herself, must be how Melissa had managed to tolerate the long hours of her own captivity. And if it had been good enough for Melissa, then it was good enough for her.

Maybe the next two days wouldn’t be quite so bad after all…

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