Moonchild's Ebony Tower

She woke up from the sudden blackout ‘dressed’ in a odd rope harness, her mind jumbled and fragmented, not moving before the door was already locked, her fingers somehow too uncoordinated to remove the odd attire.

“What... happened to me?” She wondered, noticing the rope was noticeably dark where it dug into her crotch, the dampness having a odd, but nice, smell to it when she brushed her hand over it. Her hands roamed over the rope harness, trying to untie it but her finger’s couldn’t reach the knots.  After a few minutes she gave up and headed for the third door with trepidation, and the hope that she wouldn’t end up waking up after passing out again.

The third door opened as she approached, the insides as dimly lit and empty as the first two.  She walked further in, blushing as the ropes dimpled her flesh and dug into her crotch, reminding her of the sweet smell still drifting from between her legs.  She was turning to leave when the crotch rope was tugged hard, forcing the rope further between her pussy lips and ass cheeks.

“Ahh! Don’t do that! It hurts!” She pleaded. It did hurt, but it also caused those odd feelings that caused her blackout in the last room.  She felt as the crotch rope was released before her wrists were captured and pulled behind her, positioned so her wrists were touching the opposite elbows.  A rope was then wound around her forearms and tied off to the harness, trapping her arms in a strict box tie.

“Why do you keep tying me up?!? Do you enjoy me like this?” She said, blushing fiercely as she tried to focus as any attempt to loosen her arms only rubbed the ropes across her crotch, and that was already making her wobble.  The blindfold was tied across her eyes again and she blushed as a hand reached down and slightly spread the two ropes bisecting her mound, exposing her very sensitive lips to the cool air of the room.  

She felt a slight breeze brush her pink folds, shuddering as she remembered the teasing that had caused her blackout. “Please, stop fiddling about with those ropes...” She begged, “I’m so sensitive down there for some reason...”  It seemed her captor listened for instead of moving the ropes further, her captor took the opportunity to wrap rope around her ankles.  She moved her feet and discovered that she could move them but not very far, realizing that her ability to walk had been reduced to a shuffle.

An unseen hand tugged on her harness and she followed at a slow shuffle  The rubbing was thankfully lessened, and she managed to relax.  The hand released the ropes and she felt as something was passed between her legs at knee height before a rope was tied above her knees, pinning them together and making it even harder for her to walk.  All this culminated when she felt something rough moving up between her legs until it brushed her oh so very sensitive crotch and netherlips.  She concluded it was a rough rope, and eeped, holding perfectly still to avoid rubbing her sensitive parts on the evil rope as it was pulled higher, forcing her on her toes just to avoid it digging into her crotch.

“D...d...do I have to walk across it?” She stammered, not liking the look of this at all.  Her answer was to have a wadded cloth stuffed into her mouth and a second cloth tied across it, cleaving her lips and forcing the packing in.  She mumbled into the gag still holding still until a whistling sound heralded a sharp blossom of pain on her ass.

“MMMMPH!” She screamed, the rope like a hundred small threads brushing her annoyingly sensitive crotch area, the scream soon dissolving into moans that she couldn’t place the reason for yet.  A second strike landed and a third until she got the message and began to move forward, the rope rubbing her clit and inner lips and only making the odd feeling worse and worse, the rope feeling less strange to walk along only due to the lubricant that was coming out of her crotch.  

A few more steps and she felt a rough bump move slowly across her clit and between her pussy lips, shortly followed by three more, each eliciting a muffled cry from her lips.  She continued to walk the rope, stopping sometimes but quickly moving as her captor motivated her with an instrument of pain, encountering a group of knots every so often and letting out squeals and moans each time.

It was after the last length of knots that she reached it; a set of knots that grew thicker with each one she passed until she was struggling to squeeze then between her thighs, her captor smacking her ass if she wasn’t fast enough.  Finally she found a knot she couldn’t get past, the gag coming loose for a few seconds, before she was forced into some kind of hood, a long shaft sealing her mouth, silencing her, before she felt a hard smack against her ass, blow after blow raining onto her ass nonstop as she screamed into the gag, her world focusing on her ass and the rope between her legs until she came with an explosion of intense pleasure, slumping in her binds.

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She was quietly thankful the hood counted as bindings when she returned to the core area, looking through the room’s doorway to see the nightmarish tightrope in it’s infancy, several things making her confused about it.  “What was that gag’s purpose?” She wondered, going to the next door. She was halfway there, and hopefully, there would be a way out involved in the final door.