Bondage story - The Phantom of the Roxy - 40

Jessica’s mind whirled in panicked confusion. Her little friend? She had never thought of David as being little, but suddenly she imagined him facing the huge, powerful man who held her, and realized how such an encounter would go. Compared to the Whisperer, David was small, and without even a spark of the madman’s feral ferocity. David wouldn’t be able to save her, he would only get himself killed in the attempt.

“Jessica, are you all right?” David’s voice sounded much closer.

Jessica was being held facing outward, her back against the Whisperer, his dark cloak wrapped around her body, his hand covering the lower half of her face. But her eyes were uncovered, and she could see David now, moving through the dim swaths of light and dense shadows. She forced herself to remain quiet and still, her eyes wide in terror. David moved deeper into the dark, cluttered backstage, circling in and out among the props, fats and rope-draped stanchions. “Jessica?” he called again.

He was close now, almost upon them! Silently, desperately, she willed him to turn back. He stopped a mere twenty feet away from where she stood, gripped in the Whisperer’s arms, and tried to probe the shadows with his eyes. Jessi- ca’s heart hammered in her chest, so loudly she felt he must hear it. For one awful moment he seemed to stare right at her, but then his eyes moved on, defeated by the darkness. “David, was it her? Did you fnd her?” It was Sarah’s voice, calling from somewhere near the stage curtain. She sounded worried.

David turned back, glancing nervously around him. “I don’t see her,” he called back uncertainly. “There’s no one back here. If it wasn’t her, I don’t know who it could have been. I’m going to go check her room.”

“Check under those damned stairs!” came Tina’s voice.

“What if she fell off them in the dark?” David moved away at last, walking quickly toward the stairs. Jessica let out a shuddering sigh of relief, yet at the same time she realized that not being found by David meant that the Whisperer was now free to take her to one of his secret rooms and torture and rape her to his heart’s content. When they could hear David calling to Tina that there was no one under the stairs, the Whisperer picked Jessica up and moved quietly away into the darkness. A minute later he passed through his secret door and they were safe within the hidden warren of passages and chambers that were the Whisperer’s domain.

He wasted no time stripping the clothing from her. She struggled briefy, knowing it was futile, but hardly even slowed the process. When she was naked he looped a rope around her ankle and jerked it tight, then wrapped an arm around her waist and picked her up effortlessly. Between the two upright posts, he tossed the rope over the crossbeam, caught it, and pulled. Jessica wailed in fright as he let go of her, and she suddenly found herself dangling upside-down by one ankle. Hoisting her high, he grabbed her free foot and wrapped a padded leather cuff tightly around her ankle. He clipped it to one of the dangling rings, then did the same to the other ankle, releasing the rope and leaving her hanging from her ankles in mid-air.

It was disorienting, hanging upside-down. Her ears roared, her eyes didn’t want to focus, and her thoughts were scattered. A few moments later the Whisperer returned to cuff her wrists and stretch them out to the sides, snapping the chains to rings set low in the posts, spreading her wide open and helpless before him. Fear buzzed through her body. She was frighteningly aware of how helpless and vulnerable she was. Her captor paced around her, and she was distantly cognizant of the fact that he had stripped away his cloak, hat and shirt. When he paused before her, the bulging crotch of his tight breeches was directly in front of her face.