As we drove to the church parking lot behind the BMW. Rachel said, "We shouldn't be doing this. Your dad may kill you, but what's this guy going to do to all of us?"
"It's only three hours, Rachel, and no sex. What can he do to us between now and six o'clock? He looks nice enough." Actually, I had no idea how he looked. He was a man in a suit with graying hair driving an expensive car. That was all I knew. But I knew my dad, and he'd have a shitfit over this. Anything would be better.
I parked beside his BMW. He was already out and opening his trunk. "Hop out." he said, "Come on over here." He didn't waste any time. In his trunk was a sports bag filled with thick, white nylon rope. He pulled out a piece and motioned me to turn around. "Hands behind you, dear."
Now I looked around. There was no one. What choice did I have? I turned around and put my hands behind me, side-by-side. I watched my friends and I could feel my freedom slipping away as the rope wrapped around my wrists. It pulled my arms tight against my ribs.
He was quick and gentle. Loop, loop, loop, three times horizontally around, loop, loop, one time over and one time under... Knot. I was tied. My hands were behind me, and I was in his power. I looked down, I could see my bra under my shirt, and I could see my breasts moving up and down with my breathing. He was standing close behind me. Could he see it too? My arms were behind me, my breasts pressing out against my bra. How could I stop him if he reached out with those hairy old hands and groped my breasts?
Instead he patted me on the bum. "You next." He pointed to Cheryl. I walked a couple steps away, turned to face him and I tried to slip my wrists out of the ropes. It wasn't going to be easy. The ropes moved slightly, I could twist my wrists around, but there was nowhere near enough slack to let a loop come around my thumbs. I was tied well, maybe... if I could reach the knot... Even as I was feeling my bonds, he'd finished Cheryl and motioned to Sandy. Soon she was tied as well.
Cheryl stood by me. How vulnerable she looked in her halter top now. At least Sandy had on a T-shirt with a high neck. Rachel was backing up. She was ten feet away now. Rachel said, "No."
"Rachel please!" I said, "It doesn't hurt. He's good."
The man looked at Rachel. She looked like she was about to bolt. He sighed and rubbed his hands up and down Sandy's arms, then reached down to undo the rope, "It was too good to be true. A quick, easy, simple solution to this problem. But if you don't like this solution, we can still solve it the old-fashioned way." The rope slipped away from Sandy's wrists. He turned to me, "Have you got your license, miss?" he said to me again.
Visions of my father's face welled up in my mind again. "Wait," I said, "Tie Sandy up again, let me talk to Rachel."
"Take your time." he said. Sandy held her arms behind her without his even asking, and soon her arms were held tightly behind her again, she looked quite peaceful this time as it was happening. The man motioned for Cheryl to come to him. He pulled up her chin, then put his hands around both Cheryl and Sandy's necks. His fingers started to work up and down their necks. It looked nice. I turned and walked over to Rachel.
"Rachel, you've got to do this for me." I pleaded. I tried to bring my hands forward to plead, but the ropes held them behind me.
"This is crazy." Rachel said, "Turn around."
"No."
She turned me around, I really was helpless. I felt her reach for my rope.
"No!" I pulled my wrists around my waist to get them away from Rachel, but I couldn't. She reached around, worked the knot, and in a moment the rope was sliding from my wrists.
"Rachel, I'm not going to let you be selfish. You're my best friend, you will help me." I stamped my foot. "Turn around, and put your hands behind you."
She looked at me a long time. She looked at Cheryl and Sandy, they were calm and not minding the neck and shoulders massage they were getting from this gray-haired stranger. "OK, if this is really what you want. You tie me, not him." She turned around, arched her back, and held out her wrists behind her, palms together. Rachel is double jointed, so her elbows were close together and wrists way away from her back. I looped the rope around her elbows instead of her wrists. She moaned a little, but didn't struggle or complain. I led her back to the van.
"Well done." the man was now fondling breasts on Sandy and Cheryl. The girls were experiencing it quietly. When we got back, the man tied my wrists, and Rachel's. She took it quietly.
"Now girls, I think it's best if we don't know too much about each other, so I'm going to take you somewhere, but you're not going to know where. That means blindfolds, OK? The man grabbed long strips of cloth from the bag. "If we were having fun, I'd gag you, too. But not this time..."
"You've done this before?"
"Many times, dear. It's quite enjoyable, especially with attractive, young, willing women. You don't know what you've offered yourselves into, but I do. Now everyone back in the van." One at a time he sat us on the van at the back door, and we slid in. He slammed the door, hopped in the front, and we were on our way.
