Would I be able to undo one of them? That was the ask!
My arms were like bricks, and my total body was screaming at me, but my life depended on this next maneuver, I knew that!
I had read of how some mothers found superhuman strength, if their offspring were threatened. Could I hope for that sort of self-effort now?
I was free! Yes, I actually got the knot undone within minutes. It appeared (in the darkness, by touch only) to be a simple sort of slipknot. Was that why I was able to undo it, had the water somehow provided some slipping to the knots?
I started crying all over again.
Finally, I used my left hand to release my right, and for the first time in hours I was able to lower my arms. They were worse than lead weights. Every muscle screamed at me. I couldn’t stop crying, though.
My legs, I had to undo my legs. That took longer. I just couldn’t lift my body up. I was in too much pain. I struggled and struggled, but it was no use. I ended up laying there, for god alone knows how long, until I felt some circulation return to my upper body, then I tried again.
Yes, I got the ropes around my legs undone, and I swung my legs around of the bed. I was now sitting on the edge of the bed. Every part of me cried out in pain, and the tears wouldn’t stop flowing, but I was free!
No I wasn’t!
Fuck him. I was in total darkness, devoid of any knowledge of what was on the other side of the door, totally unknowing if, in fact, he was on the other side listening to me, waiting till I was free, before rushing back in to retie me up. Fuck.
Ok, I said to myself. What now? Yes, you’re free of the ropes, but still trapped. What is plan B?
As I was sitting up I felt around the bed. Oh fuck, yes the ‘toys’ he had brought in. The knife! I cautiously picked up the knife, and felt it’s edge. Very sharp.
Then I remembered the clothes pegs, and felt my tits. Fucking hell, the pegs were still clipped onto my nipples. No wonder my nipples were aching so much. I went to pull the pegs off . . . and stopped.
My survival, and eventual freedom, from this hellhole was the only thing on my mind. If I had to apply some trickery, or undergo some additional pain (on my terms) to deceive him into submission, then so be it. I had had the fucking tit clamps on for many hours already, and any pain I now felt was minor to all of my other aches. I just left them there.
The candle. My hand brushed against the fucking huge candle. At three inches or more across, what exactly did he plan to do with that, I wondered, and then shuddered? There was no way that that candle would fit up inside my cunt, or was my pain no consequence to him? Did he plan to drip candle wax all over me? The dildo, as my hands brushed over that, I understood all too clearly, and shuddered anew.
Ok, what was my plan of attack to be?
Simply, I had to retie myself up, and pretend I was still bound, then wait for the right opportunity to make my move. Sounded good, lol.
But in fact, I thought it was a great plan, or rather, I knew it was my only plan. The element of surprise was my only ally. If he thought I was as he had left me, and he was casual, or (better yet) careless, then I stood a good chance, a better than good chance, of escaping. And I had a few surprises I could use. He had offhandedly thrown the knife on the bed, near my legs. Had he done that to frighten me? Was he planning to use the knife immediately he returned? I didn’t think so. I was sure he planned to use me for as long as possible, using the knife only as a means to an end. I trembled . . . my end?
Ok, fucker, I though. When you return to the room, I am gonna be ready for you. My legs and hands ‘tied’ as you left me, the clothes pegs still in place (despite my pain), and the dildo pointing straight at my snatch, as placed by you. The candle will be indifferently left, where you dropped it, between my legs. If you notice the knife missing, I’ll take my chances. I don’t think you will, you dumb fuck. And where will the knife actually be? It will be under my head, hidden by my hair, just waiting. A good plan.
Ok, plan B is now in place. What now? I didn’t relish the notion of retying myself (however much of a trick it was) for a great length of time, if I could avoid it. It must be the middle of the night now, at least. Was he asleep? And if he was, how long would I need to lie there, in unnecessary pain, to carry out my plan? ALL FUCKING NIGHT IF FUCKING NECESSARY! I immediately told myself. Stop winging!
Ok, I heard myself. I knew a hot bath, or several, were a small price to pay for my life, but I delayed as long as I felt safe to do so.
How to retie myself? I knew I had to completely retie my legs, and accepted that. I had to, in case the ‘false’ knots slipped free. It was my hands I needed more, and I knew how to do them too. I would loop the ropes around my wrists, and ‘hold’ the ends of the ropes in my hands. In all the times he had been at me, he had never once checked the ropes, and I doubted he would now. This also meant I had nearly instant access to both hands when the time came.
I had just finished my legs, and left hand, and was now ‘securing’ my right hand when the light suddenly went on. Fuck, oh fuck. I was gonna get caught. But the door never opened? And I heard a phone ring!
A phone? I knew I had to get out of here.
I just managed to get my hands in place, and had only got my head lying back down, when he walked in. Instinctively, I started blinking my eyes, and turned my head slightly away from the light. If he thought the light was hurting my eyes (which it was), he might not look any closer.
“Hello bitch,” He said, with a stupid look on his face, “Sleep well? Wanna play with Peter?”
To keep the allusion going, I blinked my eyes some more, feigning drowsiness, but said nothing to him.
He walked to my legs. Was he checking out his ‘toys’ from last night? As soon as he got there he started slapping me, and laughing stupidly. Then he climbed on the bed, and went straight to my cunt. He picked up the dildo, looked at it, then threw it back on the bed.
Then he stuck his cock into me. No warning, no preparation. Geez, that fucking hurt. He was pushing and pushing, but this time my cunt was dried up. He was obviously getting frustrated, but instead of venting his rage, he simply lowered his head and started spitting and nibbling on me
Now!
I slipped my hands out, and grabbed for the knife. Working with all of my remaining strength, I raised my upper body and started blindly stabbing at his head and back. I felt the blade hit something, and without waiting for results I withdrew and replunged the blade, over and over.
As he started to stagger, I slashed the ropes around my legs, lifted them and pushed his whole body off the bed.
I saw him land in a crumpled heap, and still didn’t stop. Then with a lung-filled scream, I used my last remaining strength to jump off the bed, onto him, and still I kept using the knife.
He finally went totally quiet. Was he pretending? Was he dead? Frankly, I didn’t care.
I slipped off him, and sank to the floor beside him. I was crying and screaming.
My plan actually worked, or did it? Fuck, I had to be sure. I knew I could rest later, and I knew if I was careless now, I wouldn’t have to worry about later. I crawled over to him, and checked him. I pushed the point of the knife at his cock, and then his balls. I pushed again to be sure. If he was pretending, I knew he couldn’t ignore that. Nothing. No movement.
But still I couldn’t rest. I staggered to my feet, and walked out of the door. I was in another small room, leading out to a basement. I saw the sink, and washed my face, and took a long drink. Then I looked around a bit more. This room, or rooms actually, appeared to be built off the basement, and then hidden behind some sort of fancy door.
I took another drink, and wet my face again. My whole body ached, and I finally pulled the damned pegs off my tits. Shit, they screamed at me when I released them. I threw the damned things back into the dungeon room I had just left. Then I saw some more rope, and grabbed it, and returned to my tormentor.
I had to make sure he couldn’t wake and hurt me, and I had to make sure he couldn’t use his male strength to deceive me. The only way I could think to do that, was to tie HIM to the bed. It took me several agonizing minutes, but I finally got him onto the bed.
He was heavy, and I know I popped some muscles, but I got him there. Now what? I grabbed the rope I brought in, looked closely at it, then proceeded to tie him up, very securely. No slipknots from me, I made sure I double, and even triple knotted, every strand.
I gave his body a quick look over, and he seemed to have about 15 stab wounds, all around his head and shoulders, apart from one in the top of his leg. Fuck him, let him bleed to death, as long as I had him securely tied, I didn’t care.
When I knew he was secure, and definitely not going anywhere, I slumped to the floor. What now? I supposed I should get dressed, but didn’t even know where my clothes were, and I guessed I should ring the cops, but in all truthfulness I didn’t even know where I was, let alone give them directions to find me.
As far as getting dressed, I decided that wasn’t my immediate worry. The fucker had seen all there was to see several times over, now wasn’t the time to worry about my vanity.
Food, water, and help were my main priorities, then clothes, when time permitted.
I left him tied up, bleeding slowly, and went out to the basement, after locking the room door. Yes, I was in a dungeon type room off from the basement, and it seemed like quite an elaborate setup.
I climbed the stairs to the main house slowly, feeling all my aches and pains. Once on the main floor, I slowly, but systematically started searching the whole house. I came across his bedroom almost immediately, and rummaged through his clothes drawers. I found a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, which I took with me.
Then I made my way to the kitchen, and started looking in the drawers, and fridge. I took some cold meat from the fridge, smelled it, then put it back. I wasn’t thinking about humans, but I wasn’t sure how fresh anything was, and decided only to eat packaged food. I found an unopened packet of crackers and devoured them all, standing naked in his kitchen. After eating I searched his house more.
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