From the suitcase, Judd took a length of rope, uncoiled it, and then looped the end around
her wrists. But he had pulled the wrists together with the palms facing each other as he
bound them, and she knew what that meant. Very rarely did he tie her hands like that
without also pulling her elbows together, a much more uncomfortable way of being bound.
Samantha always enjoyed being tied up, and sometimes was in a mood where the extra
tightness was very exciting. But that morning she was afraid that she would be spending a
very long time in whatever position he tied her, and that could become quite uncomfortable
as the hours wore on.
She knew that he would spend a lot of time looking for that treasure. The farm was not
doing so well, and they could use the money. And he seemed angry this morning, apparently
because she had talked with those nice girls who had found her in the closet. She was
ever so grateful that the black haired one, Marsha, had not said a thing about the way she
had found her in the closet. Or the lovely kiss they had shared. A tingle of excitement
danced along her spine at the thought about those soft lips upon hers and that woman’s
hands touching her body. When Judd touched her, it was nice, but... Well, there was
something very different when another woman touched her. Something very exciting.
Judd was pulling her elbows together with a loop of rope around them, then wrapping more
very tightly. Samantha wanted to sigh but dared not. If he heard it, the position she
was going to be left in might suddenly become much more uncomfortable. Judd was a nice
man, and a very strong lover, but he had been brought up believing that a man was always
the boss and a woman dare not even hint that he was less than perfect.
After her arms were tightly corded behind her with the cotton clothesline, he began
wrapping a new length around her ankles, but only after crossing them. He tied them very
tightly, as if he were compelled to assure that his wife would not spend a comfortable
minute starting with the first one after he closed the door.
She expected that he would then tie her ankles up to her wrists in a cross-legged hogtie.
Then she would spend the day lying flat on the bed, or the floor, her knees spread wide
by the way her ankles were tied and pulled right up to her hands. She knew from
experience that she would not be able to roll on her side or crawl or do anything but lie
there and be uncomfortable.
But he did not tie her ankles to her wrists, and that puzzled Samantha. Instead, he put
one of her leather belts around her waist and buckled it down tightly at the narrowest
part of her waist. Then he tied a rope from her ankles up and around the belt in the
back. It ran back down to her ankles, around then and back up. Three times the rope made
that trip, and then he pulled, slowly but with the considerable strength of his arms.
Samantha felt her feet begin pulled up towards her bottom. Eventually, she could feel her
heels touching her bottom. She could easily touch her feet with her fingers. Then the
rope was tied off at the belt. She had to wonder about that. He had never bound her in
this manner before.
What happened next both thrilled and scared her. He picked her up and lifted her off the
bed. Then he set her down on her knees and leaned her against the wall so her breasts and
face were pressing against the dirty wallpaper. She had never been tied like this and it
made blood rush a little faster. She felt very helpless with the way her legs were
spread, a manner that would have left her breasts and pussy very available had she not
been up against the wall. If he would only turn her around so that her shoulders rested
against the wall and her sexual parts were facing out, towards him...
But he did not. Instead he tied a rope around the ropes on her wrists and opened the
closet door next to her. He passed the rope over the clothes pole and left it hanging
down. Samantha gulped as he picked her up easily and placed her in the middle of the
closet, but still on her knees. While he held her with one hand, the other was pulling
the slack out of the rope over the clothes pole. When the rope was taut, he took it with
both hands and pulled. Samantha felt herself start to fall forward, and she let loose
with a small squeal. But that rope was pulling her arms up behind her and she fell only a
handful of inches before she was brought up short. As he pulled, she felt her arms
lifting higher and higher. At first she leaned forward, but then her body came back up
until she was almost straight. Her arms were pulled very high behind her, and as he tied
the rope off at the pole above, she seriously considered tell him how much this was
hurting already. But the look in his eyes made her bite her tongue.
Very rarely did Judd gag Samantha. Usually they were alone on their little farm and no
one was within shouting distance anyway. But this was different. He took a clean pair of
socks from the suitcase, rolled one into a small ball, and shoved it into her mouth. She
held the dry cotton material in her mouth while he took a roll of white, shiny tape from
the suitcase. Cutting several strips off, he sealed her lips closed over the sock with an
X of tape. Then he pulled a nylon and opened the end of it. He slipped it over
Samantha’s head, pulled down until most of the nylon was gathered around her neck and the
material was stretched tightly around her head. Then he wrapped a great deal of tape
around and around her head at the level of her mouth.
She was effectively gagged. With the tape so tightly on, she could not push the sock
out. And her tongue was pushed down enough to make speech impossible.
For a while he stood there, looking down at her with a strange glow on his face. Then he
shook his head and placed on hand on the door. Samantha gulped and prayed that he would
not close the door. For a second it looked as if he would, but then the door was held
half closed. “You going to keep quiet?” he asked, gruffly. Samantha nodded agreement.
“Okay. But if I walk by and hear anything coming out of this room, I’m come in and put a
dozen clothespins on your breasts.”
Samantha nodded vigorously. She was used to a single clothespin upon one nipple, or a
pair on both nipples. But once he had put a full dozen on her nipples and squeezing the
soft flesh of her breasts in a ring around each nipple. It had hurt very much and she had
little bruises for a couple days.
Nodding to himself, Judd left the room, carefully closing the door behind him.
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