Chapter 6

As she suspected, she didn't like what was happening next.

"I swear! I was only trying to find out if Jonathan was cheating on his wife. I have no idea who those other guys even are," Kaylee pleaded as Otto removed the ballgag.

She was lying on her back atop the bed, and while she was glad Otto finally removed the rope around her arms and neck, her wrists were now handcuffed over her head and around one of the bars of the iron headboard. Otto had removed her skirt and boots before tying each ankle to a corner at the foot of the bed. He had also tied a rope around her waist, knotting it behind her back and pulling the slack down between her butt cheeks, over her slit and tied off just below her navel. The tension was uncomfortable, especially after being raped several minutes earlier.

"Please, Otto," she begged. "You've had your fun, but you have to believe me."

"I don't have to do anything," Otto replied with a rag in one hand and a roll of duct tape in the other. "You, on the other hand, need to be quiet."

"No, nnnnggg!" Kaylee complained as Otto wadded up the rag and shoved it entirely in her mouth. Otto tore off numerous strips of tape and sealed the rag in place, reducing Kaylee's protests into muffled whines.

"Much better," he muttered.

Otto returned to the duffel bag and rummaged around a bit before pulling out a small vibrating dildo.

"As I said earlier, I want you to stay warmed up until I get back."

Otto worked the vibrator under the crotch rope, moving it down until it was directly atop Kaylee's clitoris. Then he turned the dial to a medium setting and stepped back as she squealed.

"I see you're enjoying that," he observed. Then he stopped for a moment. "Tell you what -- I'll give you a sporting chance." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small set of keys. "These are the keys to the cuffs. If you manage to get yourself free before I get back, I'll tell the bosses you knew too much so I got rid of you. Otherwise... well, why ruin the surprise?"

He set the keys on Kaylee's stomach where he knew she'd never be able to reach them.

"Good luck! I'll be back in an hour or so."

He smiled at Kaylee's muffled, unintelligible curses (which were barely louder than the vibrator's buzzing) and left. Kaylee heard the door shut behind him and moaned in frustration.

Kaylee looked at the keys and tried to come up with a means of escape. She could try bouncing the keys up her body, hoping to get them up to her head where she might be able to push them back far enough to reach with her hands. One bad bounce, however, and they'd fall off her body and she would never get to them.

No, she had to get her feet free; otherwise she would never get the leverage she needed.

It was hard to concentrate with the incessant stimulation. She almost needed to dislodge the vibrator before attempting escape. She rocked back and forth trying to knock it loose, but it was stuck in place, and before she realized it was happening, an orgasm disrupted her attempts.

Once she caught her breath, she looked down at her feet, wondering if there was a way to undo the knots. Otto had been thorough, however. He'd folded the ropes in half and tied the looped end around her ankles, pulling the actual ends of the ropes to the footboard. As big as the bed was, she couldn't even reach the knots with her toes, much less potentially untie them.

Kaylee groaned, her mind racing to come up with a solution. The keys to her freedom were right there in front of her, but useless in their current position.

She could feel herself edging toward another orgasm. If she didn't think of something, Otto was certainly going to rape her again, and she might never get a chance at escape.