Hemp Rope Novels & Stories

Once he had it unwound, I judged that the rope was about 20 feet long. "What are you going to do?" I whispered. "Watch and you'll see." For the next 20 minutes, he intricately wrapped the rope around my body. He tightly wound the rope around my breasts, compressing them, and around my waist with multiple knots down my breastbone and stomach that created three small rope circles. The rope strands ran between my legs twice, first on either side of my vagina and then directly between my lower lips and up through my ass crack. My entire body felt like it was being compressed by the rope. I felt pressure on my breasts, pussy, and asshole, and the rope slightly constricted my breathing. I was in n

Don't blame yourself. Then he quickly walked over to untie her, but to his surprise, the rope binding Heather was made of a unique metal that was extremely strong. Ambrose retrieved his dagger in desperation and was about to cut the rope. However, a loud sound was heard as the dagger fell. The only thing left on the rope was a white mark; otherwise, the cord was relatively undamaged. Damn it! Ambrose became anxious when he saw that. At the same time, he reassured Heather, "Don't be afraid, Heather. I will save you and get us out of here." He was about to break the rope with force as he spoke, as he circulated his internal energy.

I stood in the doorway, my nose stinging, waiting for them to finish their private chat. "What?" I snapped, not liking their silence. "The first six rows are hemp," Jorah said, biting back a laugh. "The rest... well, it’s exactly what you thought." My eyes went wide. I stumbled backward out of the greenhouse, my jaw dropping. "No. Absolutely not. I've seen enough for today." "You're shy all of a sudden?" Atlas teased. He followed me out into the fresh air, his laughter joining Jorah’s. Jorah stepped up and put a gentle hand on my shoulder. "Kaia, it’s actually very interesting. We make oils and powders for medicine. No one is smoking it."

He had been repairing it for a while now and just last month it was finally complete. It was going to be of use for him to reach Rene. The last place his grandpa was spotted was close to Rene near the atul clan. If he got there he can easily get more information about his next location. After that…. He took out a rope. It was made out of the lightning sea weed from the bottom of the ocean. It can electrify even the most powerful cultivator and incapacitate them. With this he would bind his grandpa and drag him back home.

The tent felt smaller now, hotter, like the air itself was thick with what we both wanted. We had barely caught our breath from the stream. Our skin was still damp, hair sticking to our necks, the smell of clean water and pine mixing with the sharp, sweet scent of our bodies. Jason looked at me with those dark gold eyes—eyes that said he wasn’t finished. Not even close. He reached behind him and pulled a length of soft rope from his pack. It was the same rope he had used earlier to tie the tent branches tighter. Now it looked different in his hands. Dangerous. Promising.

With my back to him, I heard him pick up the rope and unwind it. He asked, “Is this what you want? Bondage?” “Yes.” He began by looping the long rope around my chest. When knotted at my breastbone, he split the rope and wrapped it tightly around my chest. Like a stiff bustier, it kept me from taking a big breath. Next, he wound my arms into the matrix, binding them to my sides. I focused on his eyes as he pulled the end of the rope across my back and around my arms. Working like an artist, he wrapped and tightened it, so my front chest expanded, and my back arched. He continued looping the rope around each arm in this way so that the knotted rope became sleeves that bound my arms to my sides

Alex snapped a small rebreather device around her neck. "Shouldn't be any more dangerous than walking in the sun. It's been through several half-lives by now." Alex pulled out a thick line of black rope and went about making a harness to lower herself down the well. Jack followed suit, but seemed unsure how to make a harness. "So how do you tie this?" he asked, holding a pile of tangled rope. Alex snatched the rope from him, shook it a couple times and the ropes fell apart. She looped it around his legs and back again, securing it with a knot.

"Including the tensile strength of hemp rope." The group flinched. The memory of the bridge was still fresh. "We're glad you're okay," Sarah said, stepping forward. "Really. That fall looked... impossible." "It was improbable," Cale agreed. "Survival often is." "Okay, break it up!" Mira shouted, descending the stairs. "Welcome back, heroes! No time for chit-chat. Elion, get him to the room. The retrofit is done. Inspection time." She handed Elion a key. A real, heavy brass key. Not a keycard.

), were the vines. They were everywhere. Thin, stringy ones; thick, throbbing ones like tentacles. Different colours, different textures. Some looked like plants, others like fleshy tubes. They ran from one object to the next. And the people, they had the most. Attached to them like spider legs, joining them together. Clumps around my group. Giant, binding ropes connecting the King to Laney, Maurice to Claire, Flossie to Dudley, Gabor to Roland.

The leader of the women adamantly insisted it was a trick and cautioned them to hold tight at all times. Manley stood at the doorway of the hut and watched them drag Paulette away. He was unable to go further as a result of being bound to the wall with one of the thickest hemp ropes he had ever encountered. The rope was sealed in a permanent knot around his ankle and then coated with melted bees wax. He would need a sharp tool, plenty of time, and sufficient energy if he were to free himself from such bindings. The rough hemp rubbed the top layer of skin off his ankle, making it painful to move around more than necessary.