Melinda's Last Night: Final Part 9 of 9

Postby skybird137 » Fri Mar 13, 2015 10:33 am

This is a break from my usual writing situation as this is for someone that I personally know and I have also ignored one of my own writing rules. When I mentioned this particular rules, she said about could it be broken in a certain situation. After I thought about it for a while, I saw how the story could work and this is the result. Please note that the first two parts are innocent and there is a young damsel involved.

Melinda’s Last Night


Part 1

To say that Melinda was obsessed with Death was both an understatement and a misrepresentation of the whole situation, as she had been in love with Death from her childhood, when she saw him for the first time. As the woman looked out over the calm sea below the clear sky, from the secluded cove on what would be her last night on Earth, she thought about how she arrived at this moment…

When Melinda was five years old, she decided to climb to the top of the apple tree in the garden, but the girl overestimated her capability and landed on her right arm with a sickening crack. Needless to say, her mother ran out of the house when she heard the scream and as soon as she had seen what had happened, she called for an ambulance which took the injured girl to hospital. While they were in the Accident and Emergency waiting room, a stretcher was wheeled in from an ambulance carrying a man who was wearing leather and covered in blood. He was taken to a special area that was right next to the waiting room and just a few minutes later, Melinda saw or to be more accurate perceived through the wall, someone who was the most handsome man on earth with a shining haze around him, appear out of nowhere. He stood alone for a for seconds, and then the man who was on the trolley stood up with a smile on his face as if this was the most wonderful thing ever to happen to him. After a few more seconds had passed by, both of them started to fade and they had gone by the time that one of the doctors walked into the waiting room.

As he spoke to a nurse, he mentioned about how the injuries that the motorcyclist had received from the clash had been too severe and that Death had managed to claim yet another victim. This puzzled Melinda as the man did not appear to be a victim of any kind as it looked as if he was very happy in the end and she said as much to her mother who was shocked by the comment. The girl’s arm was checked to make sure that there was no serious damage and as it was only a simple fracture which meant that it could be put in acast to heal, the mother called a taxi so that they could go home. There was another incident on the way home, however, as there had been a head-on car crash and the traffic was at a standstill while the emergency services dealt with the aftermath of the collision. Melinda wound down the window, before putting her head through the gap so that she could look up the road and she saw Death with a woman this time, just before they vanished. She told her mother about what she had seen and the girl noticed that the adult became worried by this, so she decided not to say any more at the moment.

After several more such sightings over the next year or so which were mentioned by Melinda to her parents, she was taken to see a man who asked her some very unusual questions and she was left in a room to play while her mother and father talked to the man next door. As the door was still slightly ajar, the girl heard parts of the conversation like “Coping with mortality”, “putting a friendly face on something scary” and “Probably more sane than we are.” When she was asked to come back in, the man suggested that she shouldn’t mention what she sees to others, as they may not have seen what has happened and they can find such things frightening. When Melinda returned home, the girl realised that they thought that she had been imagining what she had seen, so perhaps it would be best not to mention it to anyone from now on.

There other times when she saw Death during her childhood and she remembered not to tell anyone else about these appearances, although she did do her best to attract his attention. When these attempts to get noticed failed, she decided that he couldn’t see her as she was still alive and he could only see the people who are already dead. It wasn’t long before she started to have unusual romantic fantasies about her dying and Death coming to claim her, so that she could remain with him forever. Her plots began as her dropping dead on the spot for some unknown reason, but this only satisfied her for so long so her fantasies became more elaborate as time went on. Sometimes she was dying from some kind of exotic illness which drained her of all of her strength before bringing an end to her life, while others were of her being kidnapped by some evil villain who tormented her before killing her in one way or another.

These were okay for a while, although they didn’t seem to provide her with a large enough feeling of satisfaction, but everything changed at the age of ten when the local boys discovered games like cops and robbers or cowboys and Indians. When the boys played their new games, they always wanted a girl to join in as a hostage of some kind, who ended up being bound and gagged in one way or another. This proved to be a problem for them, as the local girls didn’t want to play because they didn’t like the idea of being at the mercy of the boys who might end up teasing them while they were helpless. However, this was a golden opportunity for Melinda once she heard about these new games, so when the next game of cowboys and Indians started in the wood she volunteered to play the part of the hostage. Two of the boys on the side of the Indians took her to a tree before making her stand with her back against it and her wrists were crossed on the other side of the tree.

As a length of rope was wrapped in five vertical and five horizontal winds around Melinda’s wrists, she experienced an incredible thrilling sensation as four cinches were wound between her wrists, with a knot added to secure the rope. Her feeling was increased when her ankles were tied together with six loops, tightened by four cinches and soon ropes were taken around her waist and chest eight times each which forced her back against the tree. A cloth strip was tied over the mouth of the helpless girl, who already knew that this would not stop her from speaking but she played along by pretending that she could only make muffled sounds. As the girl struggled in her bonds while the boys played their game, she discovered that this thrilling feeling was something that she wanted to experience again.

In this first game that Melinda took part in, the Indians ended up winning and the leader of the team pulled her gag down to ask her if she wanted to be untied. To their surprise, the girl said that as they had won, she should be sacrificed with them doing their victory dance around her and dead branches should be placed around the tree to provide the base for a fake fire. Her gag was put back in place, and the winners collected enough material to make a sizable wood pile at her feet before the leader pretended to set the makeshift bonfire alight. This was the cue for Melinda to scream and struggle while the boys danced around her and the girl found out that this was her most incredible experience to date as she pretended to be consumed by the flames.

There came a point where she emitted a long and final scream, before she slumped in her ropes and the girl fantasised about Death coming to claim her while the boys finished their dance. As Melinda’s gag was removed, the leader of the cowboys’ side complained that they wouldn’t have been able to do this, as they could only rescue the helpless cowgirl, so she decided to make a suggestion. She should remain tied to the tree, but this time as an Indian squaw who has been kidnapped by the evil cowboys who should be allowed to win this time, so that they can have the same amount of fun. Melinda’s gag was put back in place; the two teams played their battle while she acted her part as the screaming damsel and she put on an incredible performance as she was ‘burnt to death’ by the winners.

For the next two years as they played these games, Melinda was much sought after as a damsel in distress, especially as she didn’t mind a bad end happening to her in the game. For her though, there was nothing bad about the game ending like this, as in her mind she got to meet Death in the end and she found this to an intense and enjoyable experience. Soon Melinda graduated to playing cops and robbers games as well, which meant that she ended up as the tied up hostage of the robber and the girl suggested that if the robbers won the game, she was a witness that needed to be eliminated.

During the end part of the two years, however, the boys started to develop other interests and there came a point when Melinda found it difficult to find someone to tie her up in these types of games. One boy by the name of Kurt did notice that she was trying to find someone to play with, so he suggested that they go somewhere in the wood on Sunday afternoon to play a game of kidnap. When Melinda heard what was involved in a game of kidnap, the mere idea thrilled her to the bone as it meant that she would be the bound and gagged captive of an evil villain, with her life in his hands. She had been reading newspaper articles about what happened to kidnap victims in real life and she had been wondering what it would be like to end up in that situation, so the girl hoped that she could encourage Kurt to help her achieve some of this.

It seemed to take forever for Sunday afternoon to arrive, but they both met at a quiet location just outside the wood at one o’clock with Kurt carrying a large bag and wearing a white t-shirt, blue jeans and white trainers, while Melinda was wearing a blue halter-neck knee length sun dress with matching open toed sandals.

“Kurt, before we start the kidnap game while I look at the woods, can I give you this folded piece of paper, with some ideas on what to do once I am at your lair?” Melinda said as she held out a small sheet of notepaper which had had been folded over so that the writing was hidden, and Kurt took it before putting it in his pocket without thinking.

“Okay, now turn around, face the path that leads into the wood and in a minute you will know when I am ready.” Kurt said, and Melinda’s heart started to race as she followed the instruction so that her back was to her friend.

At least my own personal kidnapping and I can dream about Death coming to claim me at the end!

(To Be Continued.)
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Melinda's Last Night: Part 2 of 9

Postby skybird137 » Sun Mar 15, 2015 2:57 am

Part 2

“Stay still and keep quiet, otherwise I’ll have to shoot you.” Kurt said after the girl had spent a short amount of time looking at the trees and as she looked to the right she gasped as she saw the lad with a ski mask over his head, along with a gun in his left hand which could not be anything other than a toy.

“Please don’t kill me; I’ll do anything that you want! Just don’t hurt me!” As Melinda made her protestations to her kidnapper while not moving an inch, she was already experiencing the thrill that had taken place in her previous games. This is actually happening and I’m going to be a helpless girl who is going to end up with a dire fate! Well, pretend dire fate, but that’s more than okay.

“Put your hands together behind your back so that your palms are pressed against each other.” Kurt picked up the bag and walked around to the back of the girl who obeyed his instructions so that her arms were behind her back with her hands touching.

“Please, don’t tie me up; you don’t have to do this to me!” As Melinda stood there waiting for the touch of the white rope against her limbs, she gasped as eight loops were wound around her wrists, with four turns taken between her arms which pulled the other loops tight around her wrists, so that she was gripped firm. There was fumbling at the top of her wrists which she presumed must be the ends of the rope being tied together in a knot and when he had finished, she was unable to find the knot with her fingers. This is much more secure than when I played the other games, as there was a chance of me being able to slip my wrists free. This feels as if I have been handcuffed with ropes.

“I need to tether your legs so that you will not panic and run off; otherwise I may have to ‘deal’ with you right now.” Kurt said as he took the bag around to the front of the captive, before pulling out a length of about two foot long and he bound each end to the ankles of the helpless girl so that her legs would be hobbled.

“You don’t have to do this, as I won’t run away!” The girl said as he tied the ends to her ankles, but inside she loved what was happening to her and the fact that she would be tied up when she was made to walk to his base.

“Seeing as you are making too much noise, I will have to do something that will prevent you from speaking.” He said, reaching into the bag and removing what appeared to be a long white cloth strip that looked as if it had been cut away from a bed sheet, which Melinda found out later that this was in fact the case. She looked on as her kidnapper put two knots at the centre of the cloth, and he held the bunched part up to her face before saying “Open your mouth wide now.”

“But I’ll be a good girl! You don’t have to do this, you don’t haf-.” Her protests were halted in mid sentence as the knot was forced into her mouth between her teeth, before the ends were crossed behind the back of her neck, taken between her teeth and pulled tight at the back of her neck before they were bound together in a secure knot. I never expected my gag to be this good, as everyone else just tied a scarf over my mouth which seemed to be more for looks than anything else. As Melinda attempted to dislodge the cloth in her mouth, she discovered that it remained in place no matter how hard she tried to move it and when she spoke, the restrictions imposed by the material made it impossible to make anything other than unintelligible sounds.

While the bound and gagged girl continued to make her muffled protests to her captor, he uncoiled another length of cord which was wrapped half a dozen times around her wrists and waist, with her emitting a gasp as the rope was wound four times between her wrists and waist, pulled tight and the ends were knotted together. I can’t even move my hands away from my body. It’s as if you are trying to make sure that I won’t be able to struggle against these ropes, let alone get free from them. Oh my-, that’s huge, you can’t be planning to use that on me. Melinda’s eyes went wide as the long coil of rope was wrapped around her upper arms and chest just above the elbows, which held her upper arms to her sides and she thought that there must have been at least twelve windings of the rope when the ends were tied together behind her back.

Two more short ropes were taken out of the bag by Kurt and the captive watched as he used these to make vertical loops on each side around the upper body rope between the chest and arm on each side. When these cords were pulled tight with the ends tied, the main rope pressed so hard against Melinda’s body that each breath provided a reminder of just how bound she was. Two more items were pulled out of the bag, a long cloth strip along with a length of rope and one end of the rope was knotted off at the front of the captive’s waist restraint. Is that like some kind of lead to pull me along, and why do you have that strip?

The second question was answered in a second as the strip was wound around her eyes and upper head so that she was unable to see, and the ends of this strip was tied together at the back of her head. I’m bound gagged and blindfolded, and I wouldn’t be able to run away even if my legs weren’t tethered together. This isn’t just a game of kidnap any more, as I am a captive with a kidnapper who can do anything he wants to me!

“Follow me, my kidnap victim; I am going to take you to my lair so that I can decide what miserable fate to inflict on you.” There was a sharp tug on the rope at the captive’s waist, with Melinda taking careful steps forward and she was feeling exhilaration as she walked behind her captor in a state of complete helplessness...

Melinda had no idea as to how long she had been walking and she didn’t know in which direct she was going, as at several places she had been turned around on the spot a few times. This added to the feeling of helplessness that she had already surrendered to, and it was only when she was walking down a short slope that she thought her journey would soon be over. This suspicion was added to as she heard some sounds while she was left alone and once her blindfold was removed, the girl saw that she was in a bowl-shaped glade with the top higher than her head. A large green blanket was laid out in front of her, and Kurt was removing the lead rope along with the cord that tethered her legs together.

“Sit down on the blanket.” Her captor said and seeing as Melinda had no idea where to run to as she was unfamiliar with this part of the wood, the girl walked over to the blanket so that she could follow the instructions of the boy who held her prisoner. It wasn’t an easy task, as her arms were secured to her body which meant that maintaining balance was difficult, but after a few minutes she was sitting on the blanket with her legs together. Kurt put the short ropes to one side before taking two coils of ropes out of the bag and the first was used to bind the girl’s ankles together with ten loops and four cinches. The second length of cord was wrapped around the captive’s lower legs, just below her knees and this consisted of eight winds with three cinches with the ends tied together at the front.

This is even more awkward than when I played the other games, as only my ankles were tied then. Tying my legs together at the knees locks my legs in position and adds even more restrictions to my movement. What are you doing now? There was a grunt from the helpless girl as she was rolled onto her front by her kidnapper and her legs were bent at the knees until the heels of her sandals pressed into her bottom. One of the two ropes was wrapped between the wrist and ankle bonds of the prisoner, bound with a knot that was out of reach of her fingers and when the boy stood up, she discovered that her hands were tied to her feet which left her in a strict hogtie.

I can’t go anywhere tied up like this and I don’t think that I can even roll around much. If I remember what one site said, it is called a hogtie when your hands are tied to your feet like this. It’s a pity that you ignored one of my requests, as I’ve read that kidnappers have often done this kind of thing to their prisoners, but it could be that you find the idea of doing it uncomfortable and that is why you aren’t doing it. However, it seems that you are going to follow one of them

“I must prepare you for torture now, as you deserve this for trying to find where my base is.” Kurt said as he unbuckled Melinda’s sandals before removing them from the feet of the helpless girl and she felt even more vulnerable with the soles of her feet exposed. “You are going to suffer horrendously for your arrogance.”

I doubt that it will be as bad as people clai-, nononono stopstopstopstop. Any coherent train of thought in the captive’s mind disappeared when fingernails raked across the soles of her feet and she was reduced to laughing through her gag while squirming in the ropes that held her in place. The tickling of Melinda’s feet stopped after a minute, but there was to be no relief for the bound captive as harsh pinches were inflicted against the soft flesh of her legs and she cried out through her gag at the torment. When this ended, the sides of her body were tickled by the captor for another minute and once this was finished, it was the turn the helpless girl’s arms to suffer from a merciless pinching.

Although it might appear that the hogtied Melinda was being treated badly, it was showing to her just how helpless she was which added to her fantasy of being held captive by an evil kidnapper. This has been even more thrilling than when I was tied up, and I really hope that you will do the last part of this for me.

“I am going to leave you for a while and perhaps some of the wild animals here will find you, which will save me the trouble of having to decide what to do with you.” The boy said as he started to walk up the path which led out of the glade and the girl protested against this treatment as she fought to get free of her rope restraints.

You are going to do it, oh yes! Melinda struggled against her bonds with all of her strength, although it was just like when she was being pinched and tickled when it was done to demonstrate just how defenceless she was. Within a minute, Kurt had disappeared from view and for the first time, the girl was bound, gagged and left alone with no idea of where she was, which increased the thrilling feeling to an even higher level. If you wanted to, you could just keep walking away and leave me here, helpless and at the mercy of whoever might enter the clearing. After a minute or so, the helpless girl gave up struggling and as the captive rested there, she imagined all kinds of dire fates happening to her with Death coming for her after the fatal event. In fact, Melinda was so caught up in these fantasies that she didn’t notice how much time had passed, which meant that she was taken by surprise when she heard the voice of her captor…

“I see that you are still alive, so perhaps I will need to do something more personal then.” Kurt said and as Melinda looked up, she noticed that he wasn’t wearing the ski mask which meant that he was going to indulge her concerning her final request.

In kidnap scenarios, when the captive sees the face her kidnapper, this means that she can identify him, so there is only one thing that he can do. She struggled as much as she could in order to play the part of the doomed heroine, which wasn’t much given the restrictions imposed by her bonds, as he walked up to her while pulling the toy gun out of his left pocket.

“You seeing my face has proved to be very convenient for me in a way, as I no longer have to make a decision about what to do with you.” Kurt said, pointing the gun at the defenceless prisoner who was pretending to beg and plead in vain for her life as she made one last attempt to get free, an attempt that she wouldn’t expect to succeed anyway. “This is your last moment alive.”

Yes, oh yes! There was a single click from the toy which was the cue for Melinda to freeze for a second before collapsing on the floor, as if she had just been shot dead and she dreamed about Death claiming her again…

After the captive’s daydream had ended, she grunted through her gag so that Kurt could come over, and he removed the strip of cloth that had muffled her voice for so long. “Did you enjoy your kidnapping then?” He said as he started to work on removing the hogtie.

“Yes, it was wonderful. However, I was wondering why you did not carry out the first idea on the list, as some kidnappers end up doing this to their victims in real life.”

There was a blush on the cheeks of the boy as the hogtie ropes were pulled away from the captive’s wrists and ankles. “Even though you asked for it, I wasn’t going to remove your dress, as it would not be fair as you could end up being upset anyway. Plus, if you ever mentioned it to someone, I could get into a lot of trouble, as it’s not the kind of thing that I should be doing to a girl anyway. I did follow the other instructions though.”

“Thank you, I won’t ask for that in the future. By the way, this is a very nice hidden spot, and I haven’t a clue where I am at the moment.”

“You will when you leave, as you can see the path which we will take to get back to where we started.”

“Not if you bind, gag and blindfold me just like how you took me here. In that way, I will never know where I am being taken, which makes this even more fun.”

“Okay, I’ll take you back in the same situation that you arrived.” It only took a few minutes for Kurt to ready the powerless girl before he gathered up the other items which he put into his bag, and she stood there waiting for him to pull on the lead rope. The journey back was just as much fun for the captive as she didn’t know where she was going, and she was only freed from her bonds once they were at the edge of the wood.

“Do you like to tie girls up?” She said as the rope was untied from around the wrist.

“Yes but it can be hard to find girls who want to play kidnap. However, did you enjoy being tied up? That is the important question after all.”

“I did, and if you keep those special extras in you can tie me up as many times as you want. I would love to stay, but I have to go home now. Let’s arrange another game very soon.” Melinda said as she prepared to go home…

For the next two years, the kidnap game with the extras became a regular part of their lives, with her ending up at his house when the weather was too bad for them to be in the wood. This went on for two years, but it came to a sad end when Kurt’s father had to go and work in another country, which meant that the teenager would have to go with him. When it was time for him to leave, Melinda was left quite tearful at the loss of a friend, plus she had no one to play her special games with any more as she didn’t trust the other lads. However, this was the point when schoolwork would become a priority in her life, as her GCSE exams would have to be taken in a few years time and then there would be the A-levels after that. Melinda plunged into her studies, as they would be needed so that she would be able to go to university and there was always the remote chance that the lady could end up meeting someone who might like to help play her games…

That was when my life really became interesting…

Melinda's Last Night: Part 3 of 9

Postby skybird137 » Tue Mar 17, 2015 4:50 am

Part 3

Melinda managed to get the necessary qualifications so that going to university would be easy and as a result of her strange ability, she decided that getting a degree in psychology may be useful. The bigger problem was trying to find a place to stay as it seemed that every room in the nearby apartment complex had been taken, but there was still one room on the top floor that was available. When she went to check out the room, she discovered that there was a communal party/living area on each floor and each room had its own shower, basin and toilet along with a mini-kitchen which meant that the occupants could prepare their own meals. The free room was just one away from the far end of the building and because this was unusual she asked the landlord if there was a reason why this room was unoccupied. When Melinda heard the response that the lady at the end by the name of Vivienne was a little creepy, because she sometimes used to talk about dying and death, the young woman decided that this might help in more than one way, so she agreed to move in. There was a look of relief on the landlord’s face at this, as he didn’t want the possibility of receiving no rent for the room for the next three years, just because people were unnerved by the neighbour at the end of the block.

After the formalities had been signed off, Melinda moved in as soon as she could and once her room was arranged as to how she liked it, she wondered how to break the ice with her neighbour who tended to keep to herself. In the end, the young woman decided on a little housewarming type party for two on Saturday evening with a large bottle of wine so that they could relax.

I hope that this idea of mine doesn’t backfire and drive a permanent wedge between us, as I don’t have any friends here and I hope that you will be a good friend to me. As Melinda stood outside Vivienne’s door, she hoped that her black jeans, long sleeved sweater and trainers wouldn’t be too informal and she took a deep breath before knocking on the door.

After a wait of about ten seconds, there was a voice through the door. “Who is it?”

“I’m Melinda, your new neighbour. I’ve just moved in and I want to introduce myself if that’s okay, as we will be spending the next few years together.”

“Do you mean that you actually want to speak to the crazy Death lady? You must be brave or foolish.”

“I doubt that you are crazy, and I’m probably crazy anyway. Is it okay to talk?” I must have wrecked everything with that comment. There was a short pause which was followed by the sound of locks turning and when the door opened, Melinda was taken by surprise by the lady who stood in the doorway. She had been expecting the stereotypical Goth style setup, including all black clothes, hair, makeup and a false white complexion, but this wasn’t the view that was in front of her. Vivienne’s skin was pale, but this was part of her natural look which included jade green eyes and a cascade of flaming red hair around her almond face, with full lips defined by red lipstick. Her sleeveless knee-length button dress matched the colour of her eyes, as did her sandals, and this was completed with a green handbag which was slung over her right shoulder.

“I am sorry for making you wait a little before I came out, but I wanted to give you a good impression because I had been browsing on the internet in my dressing gown. Well I’m Vivienne Jones crazy lady, pleased to meet you.”

“I’m Melinda Smith, probably even crazier, and I have arranged a sort of small housewarming evening, unless you are busy, as I know that I am being a bit forward.”

“Well Melinda, I don’t think that I have been invited to any kind of party since I have been here, so I’ll take you up on your offer. Lead the way.”

Vivienne closed the door to her own little apartment and followed Melinda just a short way along the corridor where she reached her own door which was opened so that they could enter Melinda’s apartment. As soon as they were inside, Melinda started a movie file on her laptop which was a comedy and this film was half-watched by the two ladies on the large brass bed, as they chatted while they sipped from their glasses of wine. However, as Melinda didn’t know that much about her new neighbour, for the time being she decided to keep quiet about her tying up games, along with the knowledge that she had daydreams about Death coming to claim her.

Once the movie was over, Melinda felt that the alcohol along with the small talk had made the atmosphere relaxed enough for her to ask a few careful questions about Vivienne’s behaviour. “You come over as a very friendly person, and I can’t believe the story about you being all doom and gloom.”

Vivienne took a sip of wine from her glass and smiled before speaking. “Well, you are different from the others and appear to be quite an understanding person, so I will tell you what is going on. From time to time, I do end up morose and mopey, but in my defence there is a condition that is spreading something through my body that will one day prove to be terminal. I hope that you understand that I don’t want to give a long lecture about my illness, but if you want to know that facts, it is called Miri’s Syndrome and because of its rarity, the doctors think that it may be genetic.”

“I’m sorry to hear about that, I shouldn’t have been so nosey.”

“It’s okay, just so long as you understand and be forgiving while I go through my occasional dark patch. If you want to hear something crazy, during these moments I even pretend that I am dead and that Death has come to take me away from my suffering. Sometimes, I even pretend that he is some gorgeous hunk.”

“Well, every time that I have seen Death, he is the most handsome man in the world, and do you mean that you have had daydreams about Death coming for you as well?” In Melinda’s eagerness to comfort her new friend along with her tongue being loosened by the wine, she ended up saying something that she knew in an instant left her wide open and in a very vulnerable position.

“Now that is an interesting thing to hear, as I thought that I was the only one who had ever entertained such fantasies. What you said about Death was very intriguing as it was said as a matter of fact.”

“Vivienne, please don’t tell anyone what I have said, as they’ll think that I’m crazy. Sometimes I wonder if I’m insane with what I have seen ever since I was five.”

“The fact that you are able to question what you have seen, seems to indicate that you are not delusional. Perhaps if you tell me the story of what has happened to you, then I will be able understand your situation.”

Seeing as Melinda had left herself no other option, she related the full story of her situation to Vivienne, which included the reason about why she had kept quiet about her condition after her visit to the child psychologist.

“After hearing that, I am not surprised why you would have him turn up in your fantasies. Did no one ever try to test you concerning what you were seeing, or to be more accurate, perceiving?” Vivienne said.

“I didn’t say anything about It so they must have forgotten. Anyway, if I’m the only one who can see death, how can any test provide proof?”

“Remember, the theory of gravity is called that for a reason, as by observation we know that it is there, even if we cannot detect it. So, in your case because you can sense what is happening when someone dies, we could at the very least collect empirical data correlating your experiences to the patient’s time of death. We should treat this as a proper project that uses scientific procedure to collect hard evidence on what would otherwise be purely subjective phenomena. For obvious reasons, I know some doctors at a nearby hospital, and I think that if we behave in a delicate manner they will allow us to work on the project. This will either show that you are fantasising about the phenomena or give you the solid independent proof which will reassure you.”

“It would be nice to know if it is my imagination that is playing tricks on me, or if I am seeing something happening.”

“Anyway Melinda, do not be embarrassed about your daydreams, as they were a way to cope with the incredible situation you have been placed in. I wouldn’t have been surprised if you hadn’t found some way to incorporate them into your childhood games with you pretending that you have been killed. After all, I did try to get my best friend to play along with a few ideas once I found out about my illness, but she freaked out for want of a better term, so I didn’t mention the idea again.” At this moment, Melinda lowered her head as she blushed and it felt to her as if her cheeks were going to catch fire in the process. “You did find a way to include your fantasy into your games? Tell me all about what happened, as I would love to hear it.”

Again, Melinda found no way out of her situation so she explained what had happened, from the initial Cowboys and Indians games right up to the end of the kidnap games with Kurt when she was fourteen.

“I’m not surprised that Kurt got scared when you made the request for him to take your dress off, as my friend did the same when I asked her to pretend to kill me after I was tied up and helpless. However, she did give me some time alone, so that I could pretend that I was dead for my personal fantasy.”

“You have been bound and gagged as well, Vivienne? I thought that things like this happening were very rare.”

“Not as rare as you may have thought. Anyway, I feel sorry for you, as it must have been four years since you have had a proper bondage session, and you must have missed that a lot.”

“I did pour myself into my studies, but you are right about me missing it even though I had found out on the net that Kurt and I had been practicing an innocent form of bondage. Now, I would like to know what happened to you.”

“Well, Charlene and I started to play our kidnap games when we were about thirteen and it wasn’t long before our rope work got very elaborate on each other, with things beginning to get very close when the captor started to kiss and cuddle the helpless prisoner. However, once I reached the age of consent as Charlene was half a year older than me, our games turned into full on bondage sessions, with clothing instantly being taken out of the equation. Some of our new games involved pleasure, some had torments, and some were just well- wow.”

“Do you still play with Charlene?”

“Unfortunately, a year ago she had her own studies to follow which meant going to a university in a different city and our games had to come to an end. Charlene told me to try and find someone new to play bondage games with, as she will be doing the same where she will be staying. I have brought my stuff with me but owing to the way that I have behaved, I haven’t found someone I could trust enough to mention that subject to. To be honest, you are the only one here who knows about my particular kink.”

As Melinda listened to Vivienne, she was feeling a thrill run down her spine at the images that were conjured up in her mind and she realised that she had done the right thing in speaking to the lady. What I say next is going to be very important, but I don’t think that it can go wrong now that we know this much about each other. A deep breath was taken by the nervous young woman before she started to speak.

“Vivienne, I know that I have never actually tied up someone before, but I know the principles, so if you wish I will tie you and pretend to kill you so that you can play out the fantasy in your mind.”

“Oh, Melinda, that is so sweet. You have been the one who has had to go without any time in rope for four years, so I will carry out your bondage fantasy. I notice that you have a full length mirror, so before I go to fetch my items that are in a large bag I will position it so that you can get a better view as I bind and gag you. Just keep sitting on the left side of the bed like that and turn your face to the right, so that you are looking towards the bottom of the bed.” Melinda looked to the right just as she was instructed to do by her new friend and she could see her own right side reflected in the mirror when it was moved by Vivienne.

“I can see myself in the mirror now, Vivienne, thank you. But are you sure that you want to do this, as I don’t want to be any trouble for you?”

“Believe me Melinda, I want to play this game as well, so you aren’t causing any problems. When I return, I will knock five times on the door and it will be the start of the game when you open it. Pay careful attention in the mirror as I tie you up and you will be able to see how the knots are placed, along with how the cinches tighten your bonds. This is so that you can return the favour for me later.” Vivienne picked up her handbag and headed towards the door, but she halted just before opening it. “There is one last thing that you should know before we start, Melinda. Seeing as your last time in bondage was four years ago, you may experience a whole new range of special emotions and feelings. There is nothing to worry about as these will be very natural even though they can become extremely intense.”

Vivienne let herself out of the room and Melinda stood there amazed at how the evening has gone so far, as all she expected was to just get to the point of making friends with the woman next door. After four years, I’m going to be placed in bondage, and Vivienne is going to fulfil my fantasy! Things couldn’t have gone any better if I had planned it. I just hope that I can do as well when it is her turn to be tied up. It seemed to the lady that she was full of energy as she paced back and forth across the room, while she waited for the signal and she was thrilled to the core at the prospect of being the helpless victim.

As Melinda walked away from the door again, she heard five precise knocks…

Melinda's Last Night: Part 4 of 9

Postby skybird137 » Thu Mar 19, 2015 8:57 am

Part 4

That must be you, Vivienne, which means that the game has started. This is going to be so good.

The young woman had to work hard to maintain her control as she walked back over to the door and she paused for a moment before saying “Who is it?”

Vivienne’s voice was just about audible through the door. “I’m your neighbour, and I think that you have left your purse outside. Could you open the door so that I can hand it to you?”

This must be the part of the game where you use a ploy to gain entrance. It took a few seconds for the security devices on the door to be unlocked by the young woman, but soon Melinda was in a position to open the door. However, once she had done so, Vivienne forced her way into the room and all of Melinda’s attention was focused on the dagger that was lifted up to her throat by the woman’s right hand. Oh my, that does look good. You are getting into this in a big way.

“I’ll do whatever you want, and you can take everything, just don’t hurt me, please.” There was nothing that the threatened lady could do but take a few steps back, while her neighbour pushed the door closed with her left hand, which was also carrying a large bag.

“In that case slut, you can sit on the bed right now and don’t decide to be a hero, as I know how to use this.” While Melinda continued to beg for her safety, she stepped backward as the other woman took two shiny items out of her bag and the damsel sat down when she felt the bed against the bag of her legs. “You are to use these to restrain yourself.” Vivienne said as she threw the two items on the bed so that they landed on the left of the sitting lady, who recognised them as two sets of chain link handcuffs. “Put one set around your ankles, and then use the other cuffs on your wrists behind your back.”

Oh wow, you are actually going to make me handcuff myself and these appear to be proper ones, as there doesn’t appear to be any special release buttons on the sides.“Please, you don’t have to use them on me as I’ll be a good girl.”

“You can either put them on, or I’ll have to use other means to make sure that you will be no trouble.” As the intruding woman made her threat, she lifted up the dagger and waved it around in front of the face of the sitting girl to drive home the meaning of what might happen if she disobeyed.

Melinda reached out with her left hand so that she could pick up one of the set of cuffs and she bent over so that she could reach down to her feet with her hands, with the ratchet parts secured around her ankles. She took hold of the second pair, moved her hands around to the middle of her back and she locked one end around her left wrist before closing the other end around her right, which meant that Melinda had become a genuine captive in bondage. I’ve actually place myself in a position of helplessness!

“Now that you are restrained, I have no need of this knife for the time being.” As the captive spoke, put the dagger into the bag which was taken over to the bed, pulled out two short lengths of rope and tied one end of one length of cord to the links of the ankle cuffs, before tying the other end to the foot of the bed just above the castor. When the prisoner looked in the mirror she saw that the lady was tying one end of the second rope to her wrist cuffs, with the other end knotted off to the foot bedpost behind her back.

You have bound me to the bed now, and I will not be able to stand up or move anywhere. My guess is that I am going to be gagged next, so will it be a tape or cloth gag?

Vivienne returned to the bag and retrieved an item which elicited a gasp from the helpless captive who started to put on a pretend struggle in her bonds. OMG, it’s a red ball-gag and it’s huge! There are images on the internet of women wearing these, but I never expected to see one in real life. You are going to use this on me for real? As the woman approached, the defenceless lady started her well practised begging for mercy. “Please, you can’t use that thing on me as it’ll never fit in my mouth! I’ll be a good girl and stay quiet.”

“Yes, you are going to stay quiet, especially with this pushed inside you.” Melinda’s false protestations caused her mouth to remain wide open, which ended up making it easy for her captor to force the large rubber ball between the teeth of the helpless lady and the straps were taken around to the back of her neck where they were buckled together.

This thing is filling my mouth which has caused my tongue has been forced back and I doubt that I will be able to say anything from now on. When Melinda attempted to make more protests through her gag, she soon found out that not only were her words muffled, but they were turned into unintelligible noises. This is the best gag that has ever been used on me as it not only works on my speech, but the large ball forces my jaws wide apart, which makes it a form of bondage in itself. Now that I am bound and gagged, you will probably move onto the torture before performing my fake murder. Although the captive thought that her binding was over, she was about to discover that she was very wrong…

“You are far too clothed for my liking, and I am going have to do something about this.”

Too clothed, what do you mean by that? The helpless lady’s thought was answered just a second later, when the bottom of her sweater was held by her captor who took it over the head of the victim who was surprised by what she had just experienced. I’m being undressed! You are going to take my clothes off, and there’s nothing that I can do about it! It took just a moment for the garment to be pushed down to the wrists of the helpless lady who found herself struggling in vain and she pleaded through her gag as the hands of her captor went around to the clasp of her black lacy bra. In one smooth movement, the bra was unhooked behind her back, and her breasts were exposed as the item of underwear was taken over her head so that it could be slid down her arms to her hands. Now I’m topless and I feel even more helpless than ever before. At this rate, I dread to think about what you are going to do- OMG!

“These look so lovely and they feel so good. It is going to be a lot of fun to play with them.” Melinda’s face turned red as the mounds of her breasts were cupped in the hands of her captor, and she was confused by the new feelings that she was experiencing. Although what was happening to the captive seemed to be irritating her almost to the point of making her annoyed, there was also a strong feeling of pleasure at being touched in this way. “I am going to show you just how defenceless you are right now, my slut.” There was a loud gasp from the bound woman as the right hand of her pretend kidnapper moved down her body, before slipping beneath her jeans and panties and Melinda was shocked when a new feeling of warmth grew between her legs.

What on earth is happening to me? Due to her being in love with Death, Melinda was never interested in any of the boys at school and the usual singers or actors were never going to attract her attention in any way. Any fantasies that she had about Death stayed as pure romances, so she had no previous experiences on which to draw upon as a reference for her current situation. Something must be wrong with me, as I don’t know if it is good or bad.

“I would love to play with you like this for the evening, but I need to make sure that you are better secured as my captive.” Vivienne said, putting the bag onto the bed before getting on the mattress so that she could kneel behind the defenceless lady and she took out a several coils of rope which were put on the bed. There was a squeal for Melinda as her elbows were brought close together behind her back and when she looked at the mirror, it appeared that her breasts stuck out a little further than before. One of the coils was taken ten times around her forearms, just below the elbows and when four cinches between her arms were added with the ends knotted together, it felt to her as if her elbows were almost touching.

Another coil was selected by the kidnapper who wrapped it eight times around the wrists of the captive, just above her clothes at the cuffs and the three cinches caused the cord to grip hard against her skin. As the lady looked on, she could see in the mirror that the knot was tied above the ropes in a place that was out of reach of her fingers. I need to remember this when it is your turn, but it is hard to think about anything else except what you are doing to me right now. This time, a larger loop of rope was picked up by Vivienne who wound it twelve times around Melinda’s waist and lower arms and five cinches were wrapped between her arms and waist, which locked her lower arms to her body. The longest and last rope was looped around the chest and upper arms of the helpless lady, with ten winds going above her breasts and ten below and when the ends were tied together in the middle of her back, there was still some rope hanging free. This remainder was taken over her right shoulder, down between her breasts to the coils below her breasts and it was taken around these before it went over back her left shoulder. Melinda had a deep intake of breath as this part of the rope was pulled tight before it was tied off, as it forced the lower part of the rope up against the bottom of her breasts, which increased the new and unusual feelings in her bosom.

A set of keys were taken out of the bag, which were used to unlock the handcuffs whose purpose had become vestigial and these were removed along with her clothes. While this was going on, Melinda closed her eyes as she writhed in her bonds, imagining that she was in the arms of Death who was holding and caressing her bare skin. The result of this, along with the ropes that were pressing and rubbing against her skin, was to increase the feeling in her breasts and the heat between her legs grew in strength.

“Now I have to do something about those lovely legs of yours.” There had been movement while Melinda had kept her eyes closed and when the lady opened them, she was horrified to see Vivienne’s hands at the button of her jeans.

Please, I didn’t expect the game to go this far, but you must be thinking that I am just play acting. The top of the jeans were unbuttoned, the zip was pulled down and the top of her jeans were pulled down to her ankles which left only her black lace panties covering her modesty. NO! I’m naked! there was a cry from the gagged mouth of the bound woman as her panties were pulled down as well, but mixed in with the shock was an increase in the flame at the top of her legs which was pleasurable and irritating at the same time. Is this some new kind of torture? Four lengths of rope were taken out of the bag by Vivienne and these were applied to four points on the captive’s legs with ten loops and four cinches. The first one was bound at her ankles which went just above her pulled-down jeans; the next two were wrapped below and above the knees and the last of the ropes was bound around her mid-thighs.

After this was completed, the kidnapper unlocked the cuffs and put the remainder of the items into the bag before taking out another piece of cord. “Get off the bed and hop forward a few steps.” Melinda was a little unsteady as she rose to her feet and she looked as if she was going to topple over, but she regained her balance and took three hops forward. Once the captive was still again, Vivienne went around to her front and doubled the rope by folding it in the middle before tying the loop end to the prisoner’s waist rope at the front.

Is this some kind of lead rope, just like the one that Kurt used on- OOOOOOH! The free end of the doubled rope was threaded between the upper thighs of the defenceless lady and looped over her elbow ropes before it was pulled tight and tied off, which caused the cord to press against the prisoner’s body between the petals of her intimate flower. There was another cry from the woman as she twisted in her ropes, as this caused the crotch-rope to rub against her flesh which increased the strength of her feeling.

“See how much of a slut you are, I tied you up, stripped you and yet you are enjoying yourself.” Vivienne said as she stood behind the defenceless Melinda, and the lady discovered that she was moaning out loud when her breasts were being caressed by the woman.

Is this what it means to enjoy yourself when you are in bondage and naked? Part of me hates this feeling and wants it to stop, yet I also want you to keep going and do even more of this to me. Again, the bound nude struggled in her ropes, but just like before, the rope pressed against her most intimate location which added more fuel to the fire between her legs. Did I do that just to get the feeling from it? Being tied up by you has affected me a lot more than I realised. There were several stokes between the top of the legs of the nude Melinda by the right hand of her captor, and the flame grew into a raging fire that caused her to twitch and thrust her hips.

“Move forward until you are standing just a few feet from the door.”

I don’t know why you want me to do this, but I will obey your order. It took a few seconds for the bound woman to hop over to the spot in front of the door, as she had to maintain her balance along with ignoring the distractions that were being provided by her own body. As the lady stood there, she noticed that her captor was carrying the bag which had been brought into the room, and she was horrified when the door to her room was opened wide in front of her.

“Hop down the corridor until you get to my room.”

Like this, bound, gagged and naked? What if somebody steps into the corridor and sees me like this? I can’t, I just can’t!

Melinda's Last Night: Part 5 of 9

Postby skybird137 » Sat Mar 21, 2015 11:36 am

Part 5

This was too much for the helpless lady as she stared through the open doorway to the corridor and when she shook her head at the latest order, the captive failed to notice her kidnapper drop the bag so that she could step behind the nude victim.

“Now, I will say for a second time, hop to my room.” Melinda felt something on her breasts and her attention became focused on a more immediate situation, as she looked down to see each nipple held in a firm grip between the thumb and index finger of her captor.

You can’t be planning to torment me, just because I don’t want to be seen in public like this. It’s too unfair! When the lady shook her head for a second time, her actions were interrupted by a scream escaping from her gagged mouth as her nipples were crushed by Vivienne, who also twisted and pulled the sensitive pieces of flesh. Stop it, just stop it! This torment of Melinda’s breasts continued for about a minute, with the bound nude begging for her intense suffering to come to an end, but the captor ignored the pleas for mercy.

“Are you going to hop to my room?” Vivienne said, pulling extra hard on the soft mounds of the defenceless girl who realised that this was only going to stop when she agreed to the demand of her tormentor.

I’ll do it, I’ll hop to your room, just don’t do this to me! Melinda nodded her head while she cried out through her gag, but even though the captor dropped her hands the pain in the captive’s breasts persisted for a few more seconds, before diminishing to a dull ache. Just what are you going to do to me once I get to your room?

“I’m glad that you have agreed to my request, so it is time for you to get started on your journey.” As the woman in charge picked up the bag, Melinda made her little hops towards the corridor and her heart was racing as she left her room, even though the corridor was empty for the moment. It took just a little effort for her to turn to the right, but although it was a short walking distance, to the helpless damsel it appeared that was going to take her hours to traverse the distance in her little hops. Vivienne exited the room with her bag and the closing of the door caused the captive to become even more fearful as her only potential escape route was denied to her.

Oh no, these ropes are having an even greater effect on me, now that I’m making hop after hop. Every time that the bound Melinda made one of her small jumps, her upper body twisted a little which meant that the crotch and breast ropes rubbed against her and these combined to increase the strength of these new feelings in her body. Before the helpless lady was even half-way down the corridor to the room of her captor, she emitted a moan after every hop which was a response to the teasing of her body. Although the lady thought that this psychological torment would go on forever, she managed to reach Vivienne’s door which allowed her a measure of relief. I’ve made it, but I hope that you won’t force me to wait outside.

“I have to get you inside now, as too many questions will be asked about my helpless victim if we are spotted.” Vivienne had her room key ready in her hand and she wasted no time in unlocking the door before opening it wide, so that the nude in bondage could hop into the room with the door being closed behind her. “There is no escape for you, now that you are in my lair.” Vivienne said as she took the dagger out of the bag and put it on a bedside table, while the fire between Melinda’s legs burned stronger than ever.

I need to touch myself right at the top of my legs, but I can’t do that with my hands tied behind my back. It’s almost like having an itch that you cannot scratch, but this makes any itch feel like nothing in comparison. Melinda squirmed her upper body while Vivienne looked at her laptop, in the hope that the rope between her legs might help, but the only thing that she managed to achieve was to increase the need to be caressed. That knob on the top of the post, at the foot of the bed is just about the same height as the place where I am aching and my captor looks a little preoccupied, so if I hop over to the bed, I might be able to do something about this sensation. It took just a few hops for the tormented captive to reach the post and once the lady was in position, she pressed her Mound of Venus against the bed knob before she moved her body up and down, so that she could caress as much as much of the affected area as possible. That feels so good, I must be doing something right. Melinda closed her eyes as she used the top of the post to caress her body, and in her imagination it was Death who was smoothing his hand against her most intimate area. NO!

Melinda was so focused on the effect that she was getting from the bedpost, that she didn’t notice that Vivienne had moved from her laptop and the first time the captive realised that she was in trouble was when her head was pulled back by her hair. “You bad girl! I let you into my room and this is what you do! I have no other choice but to give you a good old fashioned punishment!” This tug was so harsh that the poor woman was made to hop back away from the bed, which meant that she could no longer press herself against the bed knob and the continuing pressure on her head by the captor’s left hand forced the prisoner to bend over so that her body was parallel with the floor.

Oh come on, there’s only one way that you can punish me while I am stuck like this, and you wouldn’t be so mean as t- OUCH! There was a second cry from the bound girl as another hard spank landed on her bottom and she squirmed in her bonds while her posterior received four more smacks. Although her bottom smarted from the punishment that had been inflicted on her, the flame between her legs appeared to grow as if fuel had been thrown onto it and the smoothing of her cheeks for a minute seemed to amplify the feeling. This whole thing is like an exquisite torture, and I don’t know how to bring an end to it.

“Now lady, you can either lie down on the bed on your back, or you can spend the next ten minutes having your bottom spanked like the bad little girl that you are.” Vivienne kept hold of the hair of the captive who was made to hop over to the bed before she ended up sitting on her side of the bed where her hair was released. “If you have any sense, then you will make your decision quickly, otherwise I will turn those cheeks of yours bright red.”

You appear to mean it, so I had better obey you as I would like to be able to sit down later. It took two minutes of squirming for the captive to get into place, due the restriction of her bonds and once she was in position, Vivienne knelt astride her at the hips. Melinda closed her eyes as every part of her exposed body was kissed and caressed by the lady who was in full control of her and again she pretended that it was Death who was treating her in this way…

“It’s time to prepare you for the next phase.” Melinda was rolled onto her front, the crotch-rope was untied from her elbows so that it could be looped over her wrist ropes and her legs were bent at the knees so that her heels pressed into her bottom. The free end of the crotch-rope was taken around the ankle bonds and it was pulled so tight that it dug into the most intimate part of her body, before the end was tied off. Whenever the helpless lady had struggled before with the crotch-rope, it had been both pleasurable and irritating, but as she squirmed in the added hogtie, the previous sensations ended up paling into insignificance and she emitted moans with each little movement. OMG, what have you done to me? I want to stop this movement to get a measure of relief, but something seems to be forcing me to continue squirming.

“Oh look, a lovely captive, all hogtied and helpless.” Vivienne said as she rolled the captive onto her left side, before the kidnapper retrieved the dagger and knelt in front of the lady who was trembling as she kept her eyes on the blade. “Yes, it is a lovely piece of metal, my wonderful prisoner, and it exists for one purpose.” For a moment, the helpless nude forgot about the inferno at the top of her legs as the knife was pressed between her upper thighs and it was moved up her body until it reached her breasts. However, once the tip of the blade was use to trace a figure of eight around the breasts of the prisoner, she became aware that her Mound was getting even hotter as a result.

You are going to use this as the device of my pretend murder! I just hope that you don’t take too long as I need to find some way of ending this ache inside me.

“You are so beautiful, my little girl and I wish that I could keep you, but you will make a wonderful sacrifice for my Goddess.” Vivienne said as she lifted the weapon up to the neck of the captive, who was trembling a little from fear but most of it was from her anticipation from the climax of the role play.

I’m to be a human sacrifice? Oh wow, I’ve never gone through that scenario before and it means that you have been carrying your sacrificial knife all along.

“You are nearly ready for the touch of my sacred blade and soon it will be used to open up that pretty little neck of yours. However, if you do manage to escape those bonds of yours, I will have no choice but to allow you to leave, according to the rules.” Melinda was placed on her front in the middle of the bed and after a few seconds, the girl noticed that she was thrusting her hips against the mattress which made her feel even hotter. “Try to get free of your ropes now, my sexy sacrifice, as you have five minutes to escape from your ropes.” As the captor spoke, the side of the knife was moved over the bare skin of the prisoner who started to struggle against the ropes and her struggles became more frantic with each passing second.

I can’t stop my actions! It’s as if I’m no longer under my own control and that feeling inside me is like an inferno. The sensation in the body of the woman grew as her movements continued and the prisoner wondered what was going to happen to her, as she cried out at each little caress of her body by the crotch-rope. Help me, Vivienne, please help me! Soon, her world narrowed down to the only things that she was aware of and this was her constant, frantic struggles along with the fire that was burning inside her, which meant that she did not notice how much time had passed...

“You last chance is up, sacrifice! Time for you to meet you doom!” Melinda screamed out in shock as Vivienne made her clichéd comment before kneeling astride the squirming captive and there was another cry as the helpless lady’s hair was grasped in the left hand of the woman above her. A moment later, the bound woman squealed as her head was pulled back as far as possible, while the captor’s right hand moved the blade across the victim’s throat.

When Melinda experienced the touch of the metal moving over her neck, she thought for a moment that this was for real, as the sensation in her body seemed to explode. She let out a long scream as her hair was released, with her moaning and convulsing in her bonds as this latest sensation made her body blind to anything else that was happening…

When the helpless lady became aware of her surroundings again, the first thing she noticed was how rested and peaceful she was inside, as she lay on her left side and when she opened her eyes she discovered that something covering her upper face which prevented her from seeing. This has been a wonderful experience, and I hope that it is the first of many. I wonder what is going to happen next?

“I have come for you, now that you are dead.” Even though the voice was disguised, it wasn’t hard for the fake sacrificial victim to recognise it as Vivienne’s, although Melinda’s present state of reverie somehow managed to persuade her that it was Death who was lying beside her. As two arms held her in a gentle embrace, sweet little kisses were landed on her gagged lips and in her mind the helpless lady surrendered herself to the loving attentions of Death…

“Well, did you enjoy your first bondage game as an adult?” The pressure against Melinda’s eyes disappeared as the sleep mask was removed and she stared into the eyes of the woman who lay beside her, before she gave a slow nod to show that she had.

“It was rather obvious though, as I have never seen a bondage orgasm as intense as yours.”

Bondage orgasm? Wait, is that what has happened to me this evening? There was a look of complete surprise on the face of the helpless lady at the mention of the word orgasm, as only at this moment did she understand why she had experienced all of these new sensations.

“OMG, Melinda. Are you honestly trying to tell me that you had no idea what was going on inside your body tonight?” There was a nod from the bound woman in response to the question from her captor. “This has been your first orgasm?” Again there was a nod from the captive whose cheeks were starting to turn red as she started to feel like a naïve little virgin girl who had been seduced by a more experienced woman.

At least I now know what was going on inside me, but I was unable to think straight at the time so I couldn’t relate it to anything that I had learnt.

“Well, I’m flattered that I have been your first time.” Vivienne said as she unbuckled the straps of the ball-gag, before removing the large red rubber ball from the mouth of the helpless captive and the captor stole a series of soft kisses from the helpless lady. “It did look like a lot of fun, as I have only been tied up in straight bondage. Would you like to return the favour and turn me into the kidnapped and sacrificial victim?”

Melinda didn’t even have to think about the idea of being in charge for once, as it would be the first time that Vivienne would experience this fantasy, so she said “Yes, I’ll be happy to play the evil villainess so that you can feel the same way that I have.”

“Thank you.” The captor said as she started to untie, the hogtied lady. “I’ll just mention a few things first. The main secret of controlling the tightness of the ropes is in the cinching, and by using his you can…”

It was just over an hour later when Vivienne was lying naked and prone on her own bed, in the exact bondage that she had placed Melinda in and as her erotic sensations were on the edge, her head was pulled back so that the knife could be drawn across her throat. This was enough to take the captive over into bliss as she emitted an orgasmic shriek, while her body convulsed on the bed and Melinda exchanged the blade for a sleep mask which was slipped over the eyes of Vivienne, who appeared to be oblivious to anything around her.

When you rouse from your reverie, it will be my turn to play Death, who will love and comfort you.

Melinda's Last Night: Part 6 of 9

Postby skybird137 » Mon Mar 30, 2015 4:53 am

Part 6

That was the start of a wonderful relationship. As the woman looked up into the clear night sky, she noticed that the crescent moon was approaching the western horizon, and once it had set, she would put her plan into motion…

Melinda became much closer to Vivienne over time as they studied together, played their bondage games and also started the research into whether or not there was something to her seeing Death.

Vivienne’s situation was useful in the fact that she did know some of the doctors at the local hospital and they were allowed to set up their project, so long as they were discrete and used a cover story as to why they were there. Even after the first week, the two ladies managed to gather enough evidence to intrigue the doctors who knew about the project, with a few saying that there had been an case where a cat could sense when people were about to die and stay with them until the end. The medical staff were at a loss to explain what was happening, with some of them suggesting scent or sound, or even a signal disruption in the magnetic field of the planet. One of the doctors put forward the idea that the perception of Death could be Melinda’s mind trying to make sense of the sensory input that it was receiving, rather there being any true entity there and this was the theory that ended up being accepted by the others.

Melinda didn’t mind this idea, even though she kept with the idea of it being just the way that she perceived it and the doctor pointed out that as only she had the full experience of this, her theory was just as valid as the other one.

As time went on, the two friends got more equipment to play their bondage games with, and one special set consisted of chains, padlocks and two sets of very unusual handcuffs. These restraints were known as Clejuso number 15 cuffs and they looked like shackles for a slave rather than normal handcuffs, with each set weighing close to one and a half kilograms. Melinda thought that these were wonderful and she loved being placed in them and the chains, as if she was a slave who was about to be executed. She even nicknamed them the ‘slave cuffs’ and she was taught by Vivienne how to use the chains, cuffs and padlocks to place herself in bondage, along with an inflatable harness gag that could as be used as a form of torture. There were many times when one of the ladies would restrain themselves in the other’s room, so that she could pretend that she was already a helpless slave who was at the mercy of her new owner.

However, there was one particular bondage game which was played by the ladies and it was never repeated for a very good reason. It happened when they went to see a music concert and seeing as it was going to finish late, they had booked a room with twin beds along with an en suite bathroom and a large bath. After the two girls had been to the concert, Vivienne said that she had a very wicked idea for a role play which should start with Melinda getting undressed so that she could pretend to be asleep on the bed. After a few minutes with the lights out, a hand went over Melinda’s mouth and a voice told her to be quiet, before several strips of tape went over the mouth of the lady lying down on the bed.

Soon, the captive was restrained in very secure rope bondage, made to hop into the bathroom and she was forced to lie face down in the bath where she was put in a strict hogtie. It was at this point that Vivienne, who was playing the part of a hitwoman, explained that she was there to eliminate Melinda who was a major witness to a murder. Seeing as a stabbing might leave too much evidence and a firearm would cause too much noise, the witness was to be drowned in the bath as this would be as effective as anything else. As the taps were turned on and the water rose, the helpless captive put on a wonderful struggle, even when a half foot high bath step was placed underneath her chest. Just as the water almost reached up to her nose, the taps were turned off and Melinda was struggling against her bonds, when she was lifted up so that the step could be pulled away from underneath her.

There was a scream from the helpless lady after she was held up for a few seconds when her captor released her body so that she was immersed in the water and the captive continued in her frantic behaviour for a moment. After this point, there was a major change in the bound lady, as she just rested in the water and she had an overwhelming desire to breath in the liquid that she was immersed in. The only thing that stopped her from doing this was the fact that her friend would end up in prison for murder and that is where her last days would be spent. Her stillness must have surprised the captor, who pulled her out of the water after just a few seconds and once the captive’s gag was removed, she explained what had happened along with a warning that they must never do this again.

Everything went well with the two ladies throughout the rest of their university days and for three years afterward, when Melinda worked at a hospice that was near to home with Vivienne staying with her. They never spoke about the time when Vivienne would start to succumb to the final stages of the illness, but after six years that moment had come at last with her starting to get weaker. They played the same bondage games with each other for as long as possible and even though Vivienne became too ill to be the captor, Melinda took over that role so that her friend could be the prisoner.

There came a point when Vivienne became too ill to stay at the apartment that they shared, so she was transferred to the hospice where Melinda worked at which meant that they would be able to spend as much time together as possible. Even though the patient was getting weaker by the day at this point, she was still cheerful whenever her friend was around and there was always a smile on her face.

“It’s amazing to see you like this, when six years ago, you could get very depressed at your situation.” Melinda said as she fed Vivienne.

“You helped me out then and we have had six wonderful years together, so who could ask for more. Anyway that research on your ability has given me hope as to what will happen next, which means that I have had no fear of dying for some time.”

“You could have taken the quick route to meet Death, and I wouldn’t have blamed you for doing so.”

“Melinda, if I had done that, then I would have spent less time with you and you did say how you wanted to be with Death after it is your time. I may not see you again afterwards because of that, so I want every precious memory before I go on my way.”

“Vivienne, for the first time, I feel conflicted about my situation. I do want to spend eternity with Death but I also want to be with you, and I have the feeling that I would have to choose between one person or the other.”

“In that case, choose Death as you have known him far longer than you have known me. I’ll give him your regards and tell him that you are waiting to stay with him forever. Anyway, I hope that you don’t mind, but I think that I need a little rest after my meal.” Vivienne closed her eyes and started to fall asleep as Melinda put the bowl on the bedside table.

As the weeks went on, Vivienne’s condition deteriorated as expected and she spent more and more time asleep, but she always gave Melinda her undivided attention when she was awake. On a Tuesday while the lady was putting away the eating tray, another bed was wheeled into the ward which was placed beside the one in that Vivienne was sleeping in and Melinda knew what this meant even before the doctor told her that there were only a few days left. From this moment, Melinda only left the side of her friend when she needed to take a quick break and she was ready to talk whenever Vivienne was awake for a short time.

It was on a Friday afternoon when Vivienne’s heat monitor started to beep, which showed that her heart had gone into cardiac arrest and this roused her friend from her dozing state into being fully alert. Melinda knew that Death would appear in a few seconds time, but this time it seemed that he was late as he was nowhere to be seen as a very healthy looking and cheerful Vivienne came into view. The spirit looked a little puzzled for a moment as there was no Death to be seen, before she turned so that she was almost facing Melinda and she waved her hands along with giving a big smile. It was just before she started to fade away that the smiling expression on her face changed into one of complete astonishment, as if she had seen or heard something that she had never expected.

That is so unusual, Death has turned up in person for everyone except you. What has happened here? Melinda was in a state of shock as she had not only lost her friend, but something had occurred that do not fit into any of her previous experiences of other passings. When she had recovered enough to be aware of everything, she started to make all of the arrangements that were necessary in situations like this…

Two years later, Melinda was still working at the hospice when she was told by a police officer that her parents had been involved in a very serious road accident and that their conditions were critical. She was rushed to the hospital in the patrol vehicle, but even before she managed to reach to intensive care unit, the lady perceived that Death had already appeared and a moment later he was accompanied by her father. By the time she was at the unit, the two figures have already faded, and the look on the doctor’s face told her everything that she needed to know about her mother’s prognosis.

“She’s conscious and the drugs are preventing her from feeling any pain, but to be honest I’m surprised that she’s alive, given the injuries that she has received.” The doctor said in a low voice as her opened the door. “Personally, I think that she’s managed to stay alive just so that she could see you.”

As Melinda sat down by the bed of her mother, she placed her left hand over the right hand of her mother’s and the woman turned her head to the right so that she could look at the daughter. “So, how did he look? Okay, you can stop pretending at this point, as Vivienne contacted us about your project and let us know that you weren’t imagining things.”

There was a moment’s hesitation from the daughter, as she had not spoken about this subject with her parents for a long time, although keeping up the pretence was pointless given the present situation. “He looked great mum, and he appeared as if he was in his prime.”

“I feel sorry about leaving in this way, so that you have to pick up the pieces.”

“It’s not your fault mum, these things just happen. Anyway, you appear to be very brave about this.”

“Melinda, half of this is due to the drugs and the other half is because I read through your project report. Anyway, how are things at work nowadays?”

The small talk continued for another hour until the mother’s condition worsened, at which point she slipped into unconsciousness and within another hour there was an alarm sound, indicating that the mother’s heart was no longer beating. A few seconds later, Death stepped into view by the bed and her mother in a younger form became visible. Melinda found the next few seconds puzzling as her mother showed surprise before an expression of recognition and as the daughter was close enough to read the lip movements, the words provided even more of a puzzle.

“It’s you, it’s really you and you are Death? Oh, Melinda will be pleased.”

Are you seeing something different to me? There was more, but the two figures were already fading out which meant that the rest of it was unintelligible and she continued to stay in a seat for a few minutes as she tried to make sense out of what she had seen. “I have a lot of things to sort out, and I had better get started.” Melinda was thankful for the help of the family lawyer in this trying time and with some help from friends of the family, she was able to shoulder the burden.

It was a few years after the death of her parents that Melinda started to notice certain aches and pains along with a sense of weakness, so she decided to find out what was wrong with her. When the woman visited the doctors, she said that she had spent six years in close contact with a lady who had suffered from Miri’s Syndrome and once they had completed all of their tests, it almost seemed to be anti-climatic when she was diagnosed with the same condition. Seeing as the chances of two people so close together having a very rare genetic abnormality, the likelihood was that there was something being transmitted in the intimate relationship that she had with Vivienne, which meant that Melinda falling ill could help to prevent others being infected and one day may even end up providing a cure.

However, Melinda knew that she had to mention her condition to Mrs. Johnston who ran the hospice, even though she wasn’t likely to be of any threat to the residents.

“Life really has been unfair to you, Melinda.” The mature lady said as she sat in her gray suit, with Melinda wearing her long blue dress and matching sandals. “First you lose your best friend, then your parents and now this.”

“I wouldn’t call it tragedy as they all went to a better place, and I would like to continue helping the people here for a little longer. The doctor’s think that I am safe unless contact is too intimate.”

“I can allow you for six more months, but I would like you to then take a break for six months before returning, so that you can enjoy yourself for a while. In a way, you are your own patient now, and you have to take care of yourself. When your condition starts to deteriorate, please remember that we can take very good care of you at the end.”

“That is very kind of you, but although you disapprove, I do not intend to be a burden to anyone. Vivienne held on to the bitter end because there was me along with her mother and father. I do not have these connections, and I will not be the cause of any distress to my co-workers here.”

“It’s not the act itself that annoys me; it’s the fact that someone has to pick up the pieces afterwards, especially the one who has to walk in on the aftermath. Have you considered this?”

“I have and my plan is already worked out so that there is no aftermath to stumble on. What I want to do is work with you and a lawyer so that you will have power of attorney over my assets once I am gone. I will send you and the lawyer a message each once a month and if there is a gap of two months, with neither of you receiving anything, then my assets are yours to use for the good of the hospice.”

Before Melinda went on her travels, she sorted out the necessary paperwork with Mrs. Johnston and the lawyer, and she even signed a statement that if she was discovered later on, then no one was to be blamed for her demise. The lady was happy as she spent her final half a year at the hospice, helping out whenever she could and after that she spent her break going to places in Europe before visiting various coastal towns in Britain. However, just as the woman was about to end her break, she could tell that the final stage of the illness had started and she sent a message to Mrs. Johnston and the lawyer so that they would be informed of her condition.

She rented a room in the seaside town of Bude in the county of Cornwall and she gathered together everything that she needed, along with a small motorised inflatable dinghy which had some special modifications. After she had made a few trips along the coast, she found a secluded cove about 4km north of the resort and she stored everything away until it would be the right time for a most special adventure.

Before the sun went down, Melinda left the place where she was staying, paying the bill so that there would be no questions asked and she went to the seafront to have one final meal. Once that was over, the lady paid the bill for the mooring of her dinghy and made her way to the cove where her other items were. All that remained was to wait until the moon set, so that her boat would not be so easy to spot in the darkness, as being found on the sea would be the last thing that she would want to happen.

As the woman looked to the west, she could see the last part of the crescent moon dipping below the horizon, which meant that it was time to start getting prepared for her last adventure.

I have everything that I need and if I do this right, no one apart from the lawyer and Mrs. Johnston will ever know that I am gone.

Melinda's Last Night: Part 7 of 9

Postby skybird137 » Fri Apr 03, 2015 2:35 am

Part 7

The tide was still high at this point which meant that the boat had remained afloat, but Melinda knew that it wouldn’t be long before the tide would start to ebb, so she removed her jeans and t-shirt which left her in just her black bikini and she put her clothes in a secured cotton sack on the boat. She pushed the inflatable dinghy out from the sandy beach until the depth of the water was at least two feet, at which point she got onto the boat, sat down on the plank that went across the centre and used the telescopic aluminium oar to row out a little further into the bay. Once there was enough distance between the boat and the shore, Melinda lowered the outboard motor into the water, before starting it up and guiding the craft so that she could leave the cove.

After a few minutes had gone by, the woman was satisfied that there were going to be no more problems that would require any manual navigation, so she set the motor’s GPS which would take her to a preset destination point before stopping. Once the coordinates were entered, she folded the tiller up so that it would be out of the way and she secured the oar in its proper place on the right side of the dinghy.

This is good, as no one lives anywhere near here and people on this coast have a habit of ignoring the occasional little boat that comes out at night for a nocturnal fishing expedition. As they think that I have already left the area, they will have no reason to suspect that it is me. However, I do need to put a few miles between me and the coast before I start on the next stage of my plan.

The ebb tide out to sea had increased the speed of the little craft and after Melinda had been travelling west for about three quarters of an hour, she decided to put stage two of her plan into operation. Stage three required no input from her, as she had preset everything for that part of her plan before she had left the cove and it would start once she had reached her destination point.

I had better prepare myself otherwise if I wait, I won’t be ready when stage three starts. I’m not sure about how long I have, but I’d hate to end up having to turn back just because I dawdled at this point. Melinda was feeling more than a little apprehensive as she removed her bikini, which was placed in the same bag as her other clothes, but this feeling was natural because she wasn’t playing a game this time. Now to get the equipment out of the other bag and prepare myself. The other secured bag was opened up so that the woman could place all of the items in the bow of the little boat and she double-checked that nothing had been left behind. One timer necklace with duplicate keys for every lock, two long chains, one inflatable pump harness gag, one set of clover nipple clamps with a connecting chain, one metal bullet vibrator, nine padlocks and the two heavy Clejuso handcuffs. Well, Vivienne, I am going to wear your slave cuffs for one last time and it’s a pity that you won’t see me bound and gagged in them again.

As Melinda sat facing the bow of the little craft, she took one pair of the handcuffs, which she used to secure her right ankle before her left and she selected one of the long chains, securing it with a padlock so that there was a short end of several feet trailing from her ankles. She picked up four more of the padlocks which she would need for this part of the bondage and the lady took the long end of the chain up to just below her knees, where she wrapped it around her legs before securing the tight loop in front of her legs with one of the padlocks. Next, the chain was positioned a little above her knees, before it was wound once around her lower thighs and the second padlock was used at the chain meeting point to lock it in position. For the last part of her leg bondage, it was looped a single time around her upper thighs with the third lock holding it in place and the end of the chain was taken around her waist where the last padlock secured it. Just like all of the times when we played these games and the last part around my waist prevents the other loops from slipping. It’s time I got into position for the next part of this adventure.

The items were moved to the starboard and port sides of the boat and Melinda took care in getting into position, as she knelt on the bottom of the craft with the centre plank only two inches behind her. I’m glad I managed to find this dinghy, as the other boats did not allow me to kneel in the front. She took hold of the other trailing length of chain from her ankles, which was taken up to the part of the chain that was around her waist at her back and she looped the free end over so that when it descended, it was pressed against her back. Next, the end was threaded between her legs before Melinda took the vibrator, which she worked into her tunnel of lust and she took the end of the chain up to her waist at the front. When she pulled hard on the chain before locking it into place to her waist chain at the front, using the sixth padlock, her bottom was forced down onto her knees, the vibrator was pressed further into her and the links rubbed against the most intimate parts of her body. Now, I am stuck in a kneeling position and every little movement is stimulating my body, even without the vibrator being on. Now to arrange for my means of escape if stage three should fail to happen.

She checked that the timer on the special necklace was set to the beginning of nautical twilight in the morning, so that the release mechanism would operate if she still needed it and she locked the item around her neck, positioning the LED timer so that she could tell what the time was. I remember when Vivienne insisted that we always used this whenever we placed ourselves in bondage, just in case anything ever happened which would delay the other person or in case they had an accident. There were a few times when it was needed and we were both very thankful for that. When it reaches the right time, it will unlock so that it will fall to the floor. Next I have to ensure that I will remain quiet, as I wouldn’t want to end up attracting attention with me screaming, as sounds travel a long way over water at night.

Once the lady picked up the gag she placed the panel part against her face, so that the inflatable latex balloon was in her mouth and the two main straps were taken around to the back of her neck where they were buckled together. Next, she took the inverse Y-strap over the top of her head so that the end could be connected where the other two straps were attached together, before the two small straps that hung from the sides of the panel were buckled together under her chin. After the gag was secured into place, the lady squeezed on the bulb that was attached to the panel until the balloon was so large that it filled her mouth and started to press against the soft palate at the back of her mouth. When the gag was inflated to this size, Melinda knew that she could breathe so long as it was at a normal rate, but if she tried to expel a large volume of air in one go, it would force the remainder of the palate closed which prevented any air from escaping. That should stop me from screaming out loud, but it will be tested soon enough. That reminds me, I had better sort out that special piece of equipment, the cuffs and the last chain.

She took one of the three remaining padlocks, along with the nipple clamps and she locked the centre of the clamp chain to the front part of the chain that went around her legs just above her knees. Another lock was picked up which was used to secure the centre link of the second set of massive handcuffs to point of the vertical chain behind her back, just before it reached her waist. They are ready for me, so I just have to sort out this last chain. Melinda wrapped the chain around her upper body and chest ten times, with five loops going above her breasts and the other five just below with a single loose cinch between each arm and chest. When the lady pulled the ends together in front of her body, the cinches tightened which did the same to the windings around her chest and this caused the links to dig into her flesh as she attached the ends together with the last padlock.

Just a few more things to do and everything will be ready. I hope that I don’t lose my nerve at the last second. When the woman finished binding her upper arms to the sides of her chest, she noticed that her breathing was fast and shallow while her heart was racing with a mixture of fear and anticipation at what she was about to do. Just a few seconds later, the lady reached between her legs with her right hand and pressed the button at the base of the vibrator so that it was at maximum power. The effect of the device was immediate as the woman in chains was unable to stay still and this added to the erotic effect of the vibrations that teased her most intimate area.

This next part is going to hurt, but if it didn’t, I wouldn’t be able to finish what I am doing and this would leave me no choice but to go back. After taking hold of a nipple clamp in each hand, the lady leaned as far as she could forward so that her already erect nipples were in range of the devices and after a moment’s hesitation she managed to attach each clamp to one of her nipples. She screamed into her gag which only permitted a low whine as the pain radiated through her breasts and her involuntary response in trying to kneel upright ended up adding to the torment that the clamps were inflicting on her body.

NOW! There was a side effect of the pain that the woman was enduring as she suffered and it was that any other feeling was pushed out of her mind, including that of fear, so in this brief moment Melinda took her hands around to the back of her waist, before locking her wrists in the heavy handcuffs that were secured there. OMG,I have actually done it to myself, I am in real bondage with no chance of escaping my fate! What was I thinking of? As the pain subsided to a dull ache, the helpless woman began to think straight with the reality of what she had done to herself and as she felt the fear and panic grow inside her, the bound lady started her involuntary struggle against the restraints. However, the lady in bondage was already at a high state of arousal, because of the stimulating effect of the active vibrator along with the crotch chain and her fight against the bonds that held her prisoner added to this which led to an inevitable result.

Oh yes, Oh Yes, OH YESS! Melinda’s shrieks of ecstasy were muffled down to a whimper by the gag that filled her mouth and her body convulsed in orgasm as she remained in her kneeling position in the bow of her small boat that travelled into the night..

Melinda's Last Night: Part 8 of 9

Postby skybird137 » Sun Apr 05, 2015 1:14 pm

Part 8

It was only after Melinda’s third orgasm that she managed to regain enough control over her emotions and she knew that the third stage of her plan would start not long after she reached the craft’s destination. There is no point in fighting against my fate, but instinct can be very powerful in some situations and if it wasn’t for the fact that I no longer have any control over what is going to happen to me, I would be heading back to shore by now. The irony is that I stole this idea from Tennyson, but there will be no people at Camelot, who will gaze upon this Lady of Shalott. Soon, the erotic feeling built up in her body again, which meant that before long all she could think about was the heat between her legs as she started to writhe in her bonds and this cycle of pleasure continued through the rest of her journey.

At one point, as the powerless Melinda roused from her post-orgasmic reverie, she was surprised at how quiet it was and it took her a few seconds to realise that the outboard engine had stopped. A glance down at the little clock on the necklace that held the keys showed that there was ten minutes to go before the start of the last stage and she started to struggle a little in her bonds, as she knew that there was very little time left. I think that I have underestimated the effect of the tide on this night, as I thought that the time would be up before I reached this location. This craft is adrift on the open sea though, and the chances of anyone finding me before this is all over must be about zero. Although the nude in chains tried to relax as best she could, she kept glancing at the little clock that almost acted at the herald of her doom and her little movements were again driving her towards the peak of pleasure.

Only two minutes to go now, and it shouldn’t be too much longer after that. Just like in other situations where a person keeps an eye on the clock, it seemed to take forever for those two minutes to pass by, but there came the moment when clock showed the appointed time. Here we go!

Nothing happened.

What is going on? Melinda thought for a moment that she might have misread the time on the clock, but another glance confirmed that the time was correct which meant that stage three should have started. Maybe the two timers could be a minute of two out of synchronisation and I may just have to just a little longer. Satisfied with this explanation, the restrained woman settled her nerves and waited for the beeping sound from a device at the rear of the boat that would start the final stage. This device was kept inactive while the outboard motor was running, because of a small electricity output socket on the motor which supplied power through a cable to the box and as this power was no longer being supplied, there should be nothing to stop the box from carrying out its task. While the lady in bondage waited for the signal, she started to squirm in her bonds and soon her level of arousal became so high that she was tipped over the edge into a state of pure bliss.

There’s something wrong, stage three should have happened by now. As soon as the chained lady roused from her state of joy, she became very worried about the fact that everything that she had done this night may have been for nothing and that she may have to return to shore. All this work and effort, just for the special timer to fail and now I will have to wait for the neck timer to activate the key release so that I won’t be discovered in the morning by a passing vessel. I am going to have to wait several hours before I can get free, so I will have to think about what I am going to do once the timer on my necklace drops the keys at my knees. Oh fuck, OH FUCK!

When Melinda looked down to her knees to see where the items would fall, she was horrified to discover just how much she had miscalculated on this one small but very important detail. Every previous time that she had placed herself in bondage like this, it was on the floor in the centre of a room or in the middle of a double bed and she used to shuffle around on her lower legs or on her side if she had fallen over. When she prepared herself this time, her knees were forced up against the inverse V shape of the inflatable pylons at the front of the craft and her bottom almost touched the centre plank. She would only be able to move backwards a few inches at the most and even if she did this, it still would not allow her enough leeway to be able to turn around, which meant that once the keys fell they would remain out reach of her hands.

I have been so stupid, as this mistake of mine of going to cost me everything! One piece of string could have saved me from this dire situation, as I could have tied one end to the keys with the other end tied to the handcuffs that are restraining my wrists. Because of this there is not going to be a good end for me, only bad ones at best. The first option would be someone spotting me at sea and calling the emergency rescue services which would result in me being rescued, but there could be charges for wasting the time and resources of the services. Even if that didn’t happen, the story would reach the front pages of the tabloids and I have no doubt that the authorities would make sure that I wouldn’t be able to repeat this in future.

What comes next is worse, as a craft could come alongside mine and I could be transferred across so that I would be at the mercy of my captors. They could do anything that they want to me and once my traumatised and broken body is of no further interest to them, they could just drop me over the side or sell me to someone else. I could end up spending the rest of my short life begging for death.

Also, what condition I am in will depend on how soon I am found, as the next three days are going to be blistering hot with clear skies and if I am not found in time, I will suffer a lingering and terrifying death from either dehydration or heatstroke. In about a week or so, this boat will be washed up on one of the beaches and people are going to suffer from a dreadful psychological trauma when they find me. I have ruined everything by what I have done and I have placed myself in the worst situation possible.

The predicament appeared to be so terrible that Melinda started to sob as the tears welled up in her eyes and by the time that streaks started to run down her face, she had surrendered to the overwhelming despair as the bound woman wondered which fate was waiting for her, or if there was a worse one which she had not thought about. Melinda had got so caught up in the dismay for so long that she didn’t even hear the first few gentle beeping sounds coming from behind her…

What’s that? That can’t be the special timer as it isn’t working, but what else can it be? As the beeping sound continued, the woman stopped crying before she looked at the timer that was attached to her neck and she started to giggle as she realised just how foolish she had been in her preparations. British Summer Time! The clock that is attached to my neck is on British Summer Time, while the special device at the back of the boat must be on Greenwich Mean Time. It is activating one hour later than it should be because of this. I feel like such a fool for torturing myself for the last hour, as a result of me not checking that the time on the device was correct. In thirty seconds time, stage three will begin and I will go to meet Death. OMG, what’s that?

When Melinda became relieved at knowing that her situation wasn’t so dire after all, this combined with the continued teasing of her body to bring her to a state of ecstasy within a few seconds and it was during her period of rest that she half-heard the single long beep, which meant that the time had come for the final stage of her plan to comment. At least, I will be meeting Death before long, and no one will know what has happened to me. When the others don’t get a message, they will be able to use my assets for the hospice.

There was a gap of a few seconds before six special valves were opened by the device and these would ensure that the helpless woman would be sent to her destiny, while any evidence of her demise would be removed from view. It took a few seconds for her to hear the hissing sounds that came from four equidistant points on the top of the inflatable pylons, which was just before cool water was felt against her toes from the two openings that were made in the bottom of the dinghy. Thank goodness, everything is working correctly and the extra cast iron weights will make sure that this boat will sink to the bottom of the sea. If someone finds it in a few years, the weights should have disappeared, along with my cotton clothing and anything else that could be degradable which means that they will just find an unusual boat. It shouldn’t be too long before it sinks and I will be going to meet the person who has owned my heart ever since I was a child.

Melinda was feeling a little fear as the water rose higher in the little dinghy, but this was more than matched by her excitement at being able to meet the person that she had loved for so long and her lustful desire was so strong that she struggled just so that it could heighten the fire at the centre of her intimacy. She cried into her gag as her latest orgasm washed over her and her state of being didn’t even allow her enough time to rest before the next one engulfed her.

This was the situation for the helpless women with the last part of her life being an ecstatic experience and when the final one started, the small craft was so unstable that it leaned over to the starboard side, which caused her to tip into the water. Melinda surrendered to the sudden desire of breathing in the water and as the liquid filled her lungs, her last thought was one with a tinge of regret. Vivenne, it’s a pity that I won’t be able to spend eternity with Death and you…

When Mrs. Johnston and the lawyer failed to receive any more messages from Melinda, they knew that not only had she ended her life, but that she had managed to do it without causing upset to anyone else. They put the money to good use in the hospice and there was a memorial plaque put up for the lady with her image saying:

“Melinda Smith, a kind lady who was always prepared to shoulders the burdens of others and refused to burden others.”

A hundred years later, sensor equipment scanned the sea and found what was left of the craft, which was considered to be a little boat that had ended up sinking, so Melinda had ensured that no one ever discovered her fate. This was a little inaccurate, because there was one person who knew, although the term person may not be correct either…

Melinda's Last Night: Final Part 9 of 9

Postby skybird137 » Wed Apr 08, 2015 10:10 am

Part 9

What’s that pressing against my lower legs? Am I kneeling on something soft? I must be dead though, as my last thoughts were of being immersed in the sea, yet I am bone dry. Where am I? As the woman opened her eyes, everything seemed to be blurry for a few seconds, until a very familiar room came into focus and it was amazing to think that it had been some years since she had been here last. It’s my room from university and it’s where I was first tied up as an adult by Vivienne. Right now, I seem to be perceiving the room, rather than seeing it.

“Hello.” The rich vibrant voice would have made Melinda weak at the knees if she wasn’t already on them, and she knelt straight up so that she could see where the voice came from.

Or rather she tried to straighten up, but she cried into her inflatable gag as the clamps pulled at the woman’s nipples which caused pain to shoot through her breasts and as she struggled, the nude lady realised just what her situation was. Oh my, I’m dead and I’m still as bound, gagged and naked as I was before I died. What has happened to me? It was a complete surprise for the captive that her bondage had not disappeared and her cheeks turned crimson as she turned her head up so that she could get her first good look at Death, who was just as incredible as the first day that she saw him. Death pressed the release button on the necklace timer so that he could remove it from Melinda’s neck and used one of the keys to unlock the padlock which connected the captive’s nipple clamp chain to her knees.

“You may wish to bite down on your gag while I do the next part, as it is always rather painful.”

Wait a minute, I’m dead so how on earth can I feel pai- AAAHH! This first shriek when the nipple clamps were removed were followed by several more as her bruised nipples were massaged until the feeling in her breasts returned to normal. This is weird, as I never expected it to be like this in the afterlife and the vibrator is still teasing me.The woman in bondage knelt upright on her bed and she looked at her restraints with more than a little consternation as she wondered if this was how she was going to spend eternity.

“Melinda, why are you surprised at being restrained in tight bondage? After all, how long has it been since you started playing your games in which you are bound and gagged when you meet me? You are so used to being like this in front of me, that your own mind cannot think of this happening in any other way.”

Just how much do you know about me? There seems to be an awful lot of knowledge about me, which almost makes me think that you have a file on me. I have had fantasies about this situation for so long that I cannot be anything other than in bondage. I just wish that you had a better gag right now as this one is getting more than a little uncomfortable.

“You always want that gag removed after a certain amount of time has passed, so would you like me to unbuckle it? After all, you are what you think so that gag affects you as much as it did while you were alive.” Death said and there was a nod from the helpless lady who also wanted the gag removed so that she could ask a few questions, seeing as this was all new to her. It took a minute or so for the balloon to be deflated and the straps to be unbuckled, so that the gag could be removed from the nude captive who worked her jaw for a few seconds before speaking.

“I probably shouldn’t say this, but I fell in love with you since the first time I saw you come to collect someone.”

“I know about you loving me, and I am very happy that you do.”

“You know? How long have you known about me?”

“I have known all about you, since before I was Death after which I helped the first person pass over to what awaited them and that you adore the slave cuffs that restrain your wrists and ankles.”

You’ve known about me since the dawn of time? This is incredible and it must mean that we were meant to be together. There was one person that I know you didn’t help though.

“When my best friend Vivienne moved on, you weren’t there to meet her, even though I was waiting to see you. Had she done something wrong, because she looked astonished just before she disappeared?”

“There was a reason why I couldn’t meet Vivienne to move her along, as it was because she was asked to take on a very special role and it was one that she accepted without hesitation.”

“Is her role as important as yours?”

“Yes, and I’ll explain more when you are gagged again as you need to concentrate on what I will be telling you. By the way, another thing that you will find out is my true form.”

“I hope that it isn’t all eldritch and tentacley.”

“Oh no, it is nothing like that and I think that you will be very happy once you have seen what I look like. You need something to help you relax, so you will have one last question before I gag you and make love to you. Do you recognise this?” A large red ball-gag appeared in Death’s right which surprised the woman in chains, but after a few seconds she recognised the unmistakable markings on the item.

It’s Vivienne’s ball-gag! I was in this very room when she used it to fill my mouth and it made me feel even more helpless. I just wish that Vivienne was here to put it on me. “It’s the first ball-gag that ever went into my mouth, and it happened right here. I have one last question and seeing as I had always thought that Death was eternal, my question is this:”

“How did you become Death and what did you do before that?”

“I will answer your questions after you are gagged. Open wide, Melinda.” Death said as he raised the large rubber ball to the mouth of the helpless lady and she parted her lips to their fullest extent, so that the ball could be forced between her teeth. It was an incredible feeling for her as the ends of the straps were taken around to the back of her neck where they were buckled together and she was helped to lie down on her left side with Death lying beside her.

Oh wow, I’m bound, gagged and lying on a bed with Death. This is even more amazing that I could have ever imagined. Oooooo- Melinda found it difficult to think straight when Death kissed and caressed her and it felt just as good as when Vivienne had loved her on that Saturday evening so long ago.

“You did ask two questions, but seeing as they are so relevant to each other, I can see no reason as to why I shouldn’t answer both. So, as to how I became Death. Well, it may come as a surprise to you, but I was once a human being when I died about half a decade ago before you did and like everyone else, I expected Death to come for me once my physical life came to an end. However, he did not appear which was unusual and I thought that everything that I had been told was wrong, when I heard a voice in my mind asking me if I wanted to be Death. There were very good reasons for me to accept this offer, so I agreed without having to think about it.”

Melinda was moaning through her gag at this point, as her flame of pleasure grew stronger with each passing second and it was as if Death knew every little trick about how to press her buttons. You must have some special ability, as I feel as if I am about to climax at any moment and the only reason that I haven’t is that you are keeping me at this level of desire.

“You are really enjoying this, but then you always did. As to the second part, I was born, grew up and went to school before I entered university where I met this amazing woman. I had a medical condition at the time which was terminal, but she became the best friend that I ever had and she took care of me right up to the time of my death.”

I’m glad that you had someone to take care of you, just as I took care of Vivienne. By this time, Melinda was begging and pleading through her gag for her erotic release and the helpless lady was squirming on the bed as she was driven to distraction by her desire.

“You wanted to know why I was never there for Vivienne and I said that there was a very good reason which is quite easy to explain. You see the one person in all of time and space that Death can never meet, is the one person who was destined to become Death.”

WHAT? Even in Melinda’s present state, she attempted to make sense of what she had just heard, but a part of her felt as if it didn’t want to think about what was just said to her, as it was just too impossible to believe.

“I had guessed that you might have trouble at this moment, so I will reveal my true self to you.”

Melinda looked on in amazement as Death turned into a mist and at first she started to think that this was his true form, before it started to coalesce back into the shape of a human being. She ended up staring at in complete surprise at what was happening in front of her, as the being started to come together in a form that could only be thought of as feminine. A woman? Death is a woman? This changes everything that people have ever guessed throughout all of history. There were more surprises in store for the helpless woman as the first things to become clear were a sleeveless knee-length jade green dress with a pair of matching sandals. This was followed by a pale skinned almond shaped face which was surrounded by a cascade of flaming red hair and even the part of her mind that was denying the truth surrendered when, the full red lips appeared along with the jade green eyes which meant that Death herself was none other than:

Vivienne! It’s you, you are Death!

“Sorry, I had to take a little while to show you, but if I revealed myself too early, you might not have accepted it.” Vivienne continued making love to the woman who was going to spend eternity with her and very soon, Melinda was engulfed by a orgasm that made anything that she had experienced while she was alive seem pale by comparison…

Even while the helpless woman was in her reverie, she started to cry with tears of joy as she came to terms with her wonderful situation and Vivienne was also weeping while she embraced her lover.

“I’m so sorry that I had to hide myself from you whenever you saw me, but I was told that I had to hide the truth from you. I did let your parents see me as I am, as I felt that they deserved it at the very least.”

That explains mum’s comments when she looked at you, and her surprise before she recognised you.

“At least you don’t have to choose between me and Death.” Vivienne said as she caressed the hair of the chained captive.

It’s a little unfair that I’m going to be your helpless captive throughout all time. After all, we did share our roles when we were alive, and it’s a pity that we can’t do that now.

“I think that I heard that in my mind, which must mean that you are changing on this side of existence. Now, you have dedicated yourself to helping others while you were alive and there is no reason why you can’t continue with this work. So, would you like to take over as Death for part of the time? I can be your helpless prisoner when this happens.”

Yes, oh yes, I would love to and we can be partners for all eternity. Melinda nodded her head.

“I get the feeling that there is someone that you want to reassure when she passes to this side, as she might be worried about you. This is in the future, but future and past means nothing to us, so she can be the first person that you help to cross over.”

The instructions given to the helpless woman went on for a long time, but only took an few seconds, which was understandable given that the nature of time was so flexible and the only decision left was to choose what she should wear…

Throughout her long life, Mrs. Johnston continued to work at the hospice and she always wondered what had happened to Melinda as no trace of her had ever been found. In the latter years of her life she became ill with a terminal condition and the lady ended up spending her final days in the very hospice that she was once in charge of. I feel so tired now, and I wish that I could hear Melinda’s voice once again, as she was always so reassuring to patients as she talked about Death being there at the end. As the day turned into night, the elderly woman fell asleep for the last time.

“Hello, Mrs. Johnston.” The woman opened her eyes and looked at the amazing woman who shimmered in the blue-green grown that appeared to consist of rolling waves and she was surprised when she looked upon the face of the woman.

“Melinda? Oh Melinda, it’s you but I never expected that you would become Death.”

“Believe me, it was a surprise to me as well. Before I tell you about what is going to happen, I will satisfy your curiosity about what happened to me…”

Vivienne was helpless on the luxurious four poster bed with the ropes teasing her body when she made even the slightest of movements and she moaned through her gag in anticipation of her lover’s return.

“I’m back, my helpless captive, but don’t expect me to be in a hurry to bring you to a climax.” Melinda said as she pleasured the woman who lay defenceless on the bed and with all of forever stretching out before them, she knew that in essence that this was just:

The Beginning

Re: Melinda's Last Night: Final Part 9 of 9

Postby Plueschbabycd » Thu Apr 09, 2015 11:48 am

Hallo skybird137,
you had surprising twist last part. After 8 I thought OK she would die. I read only this part see if was something that let her survive in last moment. The first part was for me also not so unexacting. Because belief that what we belief shape how we experience the after life.
Only how your show how is you thought surprise me. Be way for is it nothing eternal. Or only if we so spiritual that have left all humane appetite behind us.
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show