Squire Knott's Magic Rope

 


Mouse creeping towards the Knott estate... under cover of night... her mission to find evidence of Squire Knott's dealings with terrorists in Anarchistan... his laptop should hold all the details if she can get to it... although she's heard some disturbing rumors about some occult powers the man has...

Mouse can only hope those powers do not extend to precognition... and that stealth is on her side... a little run up the brick wall and a flip over the cast-iron spikes atop it gets her easily over the perimeter... weaving through the gardens toward the mansion... grinning at her good luck as she spots a ladder and a rope by the window of what should be the second floor study... “Bless the painters for not cleaning up...”

The window slightly ajar... giving you easy access to the study... as you step over the rope... hearing a shifting sound at your feet... like a snake... looking down... nothing moving... although you could have sworn the rope was lying a different way a moment ago...

Mouse shakes her head... usually she's not one to imagine things like that... but it is quickly forgotten as she sits her shiny tights down at the desk... takes a memory stick out of her golden leotard... and plugs it into the laptop sitting there... "This job's going to be a piece of cake..." grinning as even as the grinding download produces a coffee cup icon...

The shifting sound coming again from behind you... making you turn... the rope now strung across the room... how on earth... your eyes widening as it rears up like a snake... then darts out towards you... aiming to coil around your throat...

Mouse gasps and her gloved hands fly up... catching the rope as it attacks... reacting instinctively... eyes wide as her mind tries to comprehend how a rope can attack... struggling with the length of rope she falls out of the chair... landing on her round bottom... the seething hemp seemingly alive... and as powerful as a large snake...

Both ends whipping around... the one in your grip thrashing... aiming to coil itself around your wrists... the other one whipping out like a bullwhip... striking your bottom and back... hard enough to tear away pieces of clothing...

Mouse can't decide whether to let go or not as the rope begins to coil about her wrists... yelping as her thighs are smacked... leaving rents in her tights... frantically trying to crawl away... squealing as she feels the whip-like strike take off a piece of the seat of her leotard... losing her grip of the rope... but the rope not losing its grip on her wrists...

The other end of the rope coiling around your ankles... aiming to bind them together... and take your feet out from underneath you... as your wrists are bound in front... the rope coiling and tightening furiously... as if a living thing...

Mouse shakes her head and screeches out... "No way this can be happening... help!" even as wrists and ankles are each effectively bound together... leaving her squirming on her front... doing the worm as she continues to try to crawl... more and more pathetically as the rope tightens... arching her body into a hogtie position... the left half of her ass protruding through the hole in her leotard...

Plenty of rope left from tying your ankles... reaching out to whip around your throat... forcing your legs to bend at the knees... leaving not very much slack between your ankles and your throat... the rope continuing to wrap around... attempting to gag you in the bargain... as Squire Knott walks into the room...

Mouse gurks as the rough hemp wraps about her throat... then even pulls itself between her gasping lips... the girl in a gold becoming a tightly bound package... her eyes looking up through the waves of long blond hair that have fallen over her face... blinking at the Squire... squirming once more as she sees the coffee cup on the computer screen turn into "download complete..."

The Squire raising an eyebrow... as the rope tightens... "I see you've awoken my little pet... I brought that rope back from my travels... it's almost alive... I can direct it with my mind... and now I think I'll just let it tighten... until you can't keep your ankles up... and you strangle yourself..." He smirks... grabbing the memory stick... and then pocketing it...

Mouse winces as he takes the memory stick... choking again as she tries to gulp... sputtering... straining to reduce the pressure... her bulging green eyes betraying her panic as they look furtively about... tasting hemp as she attempts to protest... rolling on her side as she struggles... the leotard stretched very tight indeed across the front of her bowed body...

The Squire grinning... reaching for a letter opener on the desk... and using it to cut down the front of your top... opening it up... to allow your breasts to fall free... gripping and squeezing them as merciless eyes meet yours...

Mouse shakes her head at the Squire as he mauls her firm breasts in his calloused hands... the scratchy hemp burns her neck... she feels her nipples tightening... not unlike the rope itself... writhing... breathing becoming difficult... the tingling between her legs spreading...

The Squire grinning... and reaching down between squirming thighs... fingers stroking... teasing... rubbing... invading... as the rope seems to toy with you... tightening slowly... methodically... reducing your breathing to strangled little gasps... growing more and more infrequent...

Mouse whimpers... her rolling thighs trying to clamp down on the hand... but their writhing and rubbing calls into question whether this is an attempt to stop the Squire or simply an involuntary reaction to his touch... or the lack of oxygen getting to her brain... not to mention the sexual stimulation... making it very difficult for the diminutive thief to think...

The other end of the rope shifting... taking the place of the Squire's roaming fingers... the rough hemp rubbing and stroking against your folds with a devilish touch... as the Lord of the manor leaves... "I'll leave you to it... the rope likes to play..."

Mouse lurches as the rope digs into the cleft of the golden-shape of her sex... the sensation of it rubbing through her leotard and tights causing her to orgasm... even as the Squire leaves her to her fate... squirming in the throes of sexual release... even as she nears asphyxiation... lurching as she cums again... her feet kicking the desk by chance... a book of matches falling to the carpet...

The rope tightening even further... your bucking legs only hastening the process... as it continues to rub and tease you into another climax... and what seems set to be a mind-blowing finish to your career...

Mouse desperately tries to focus through the haze of her sexual frenzy... flopping over... her gloved hands fumbling for the matches... finding them... pulling one from the book and striking it... trying to set the rope on fire even as it sets her on fire... gurgling as she bucks with another orgasm...

The match nearly going out... but the rope suddenly catching light... thrashing and coiling as the fire starts to lick at it... and at your flesh... starting to release its hold on you... almost as though in pain...

Mouse scrambles away from the burning rope as it releases her... her gamble that it would react like a living thing paying off... scrambling to her feet in her sweat-drenched costume... her mission a failure... or is it... she snatches up the laptop itself... it's not as if Squire Knott doesn't already know she was here... she slides down the ladder and runs through the garden... bare breasts jiggling tightly...

Fire starting to lick through the mansion behind you... giving the Squire plenty to think about... rather than chase you... especially if he wants to save that magic rope of his...

(April 2009)