A surprise, and a different kind of tight rope

Natalie stands as you finish off the race. You know it's not really worth playing, but anything to keep your mind off what she's about to do to you.

Stepping over you, she makes her way around to the other side of the sofa. As you pass the finish line, you try and peek over to see what she's doing. The ropes and things are on the other side of the sofa - what's she up to? When she stands up, you notice a black bag stuffed in the gap between the sofa and the wall. She must have hidden it there before you came up from the basement. This isn't reassuring - what might be in there? What else does she have planned? She's already got you pretty well immobilized...

She soon hops back over you, and grabs a rope from the other side of the sofa, before coming to kneel beside you, dropping something on the floor as she lands. She tugs a few times at your existing bindings, offering nothing but the occasional inquisitive "Hmm."

Eventually, she puts her hand on your hip again, intending to pull you onto your side. You rock a little, trying to assist her, but practically speaking, there's not a lot you can do. As you start to rotate, you feel Nat's legs start to press into your side. Then her other hand is on your shoulder, keeping you stable until you're on your side. You're reminded of that first-aid course again...

You notice Nat's hand leave your shoulder, the tip of her nail tracing down your back as it drops down to the ground. She then moves forward, looming over you, the hand on your hip taking some of her weight for a moment, before slipping around to the front of your taut stomach. Her fingers slip under the waist of your leggings again, and start bringing them down. You don't move, scared of what she's going to do. As her hand gets close to your panties, her fingers hook under them, too. In a moment, your bare pussy is exposed to the room. The cool air sends a shiver across your body. It's soon replaced by warmth - Natalie's palm against your smooth pubic mound, fingers around your labia. Something small and hard presses against your lower lips, eliciting gasp from you. A single finger pushes it in, while the other hand keeps your lips spread. Then she brings her hands away, the inserted finger just nudging against your clit as it leaves, causing you to tense and stiffen. Your leggings and panties pop back mostly into the same position as they were before.

In all, it took barely a few seconds. You can barely believe she did that; Were it not for her wiping her hands against your top, the smell from your arousal now somewhat obvious, you're not sure you would be able to believe it, the small... whatever it was, barely registering inside you.

You're still frozen in place as Nat gets on with adding to your bondage. She loops the rope around the front of your "belt," before bringing both ends through your legs, and around to your back. She rolls you on to your front again, the motion bringing you back to reality as you try to compensate for your body being smushed back into the pillows. You roll slightly at an angle though, and can't quite get your legs back against the sofa, as you had before. Natalie guides you a bit here, grasping you by the legs and lifting you up, knees over the edge of the sofa, leaving a gap between your thighs and the ground again. You take the opportunity to stretch out your legs a bit again, while Nat gets back to work.

Somewhat unsurprisingly, you feel one of the ropes press into you as Natalie pulls it taught, bringing it around to your wrists before wrapping it around them a few times. The rope stays tight as she lets go of it, and you feel its presence against your lower lips. However, you are surprised when that turns out to not be the end of it; You recognised this as a sort-of crotch rope - something you'd seen, while not really understanding the appeal of, before - but can't really tell what Nat's planning.

Then, she bends your legs back at the knees, bringing your feet back up towards your wrists. You get an idea of what she intends now, as you feel your feet pulled back further, stretching you just a little, before wrapping the the rope around your ankle bindings. You're now in something of a hog-tie yourself. You feel foolish for not realising she'd be giving you a taste of your own medicine.

And yet, she is not done. From your ankles, she once again brings the rope down towards your crotch, linking up with the other end that'd slipped your mind. Her presence close to your crotch again makes you feel uneasy, the occasional bumping of her hands against your mound increasing your anxiety that she's going to do something even more humiliating. However, she doesn't appear to - she just ties the knot off, connecting both end pieces with the opposing line, just "above" your pussy.

You briefly tug at your bindings again, mostly out of curiosity. It appears to be something like a cross between a hog-tie and a crotch-rope. Moving your arms up or your legs down causes the rope to pull a little tight against you. Moving your arms lower and legs higher doesn't, but you can't hold both for more than a second or two, and thanks to their connection, you can't just move one without moving the other in the second direction. Basically, almost anything you do causes the rope to pull tight, but if you hold this position, you're OK.

Natalie doesn't give you that option, though. Grabbing you under the arms, she slowly slides you forward, your legs sliding off of the sofa. Without the support of the sofa, your thighs drop down to the floor, immediately pulling the rope tight into you, the knot pushing against your pussy lips, just by your clit, as your wrists are pulled backwards too, a pulse of heat shooting through you. Your eyes bulge as you try to shout in surprise, letting out only a muffled high-pitch noise through your gag.

Then she slides the additional pillow out from under you. Any slack in the line is completely gone now, as the supports that were keeping your body in a shallow curve are now gone. The length of rope closest to you pulls into your pussy as the knot buries itself against your clitoral nub, a bolt of pleasure hitting your pelvis. Your shout repeats as more of a moan, your eyes still wide as Nat comes into view, grinning. You lock eyes with her, trying to plead for her to release you, but you're not sure that comes across. Your breathing's heavier and more laboured, the stress of the position making you exert yourself more, which causes the rope move and wriggle as you do, causing even greater arousal, which causes you to breath heavier, and on and on. You drop your head for a moment, trying to slow the cycle, involuntarily moaning as you do, unable to contain the feelings inside of you...

You barely notice Natalie push a controller into your hands. You look up to see the game paused, the next race already started and AI clear and away, but you're both still at the starting line...