Contagious Rope

Curiosity did what to the cat?

Walking the way I usually do from work, I didn't think anything would be different today.

Not until I heard muffled noise coming from somewhere.

It was late evening and I happened to be in part of the neighborhood where there weren't too many people around.

Even so, I looked around to check if anyone else heard the noise. Then I heard it again.

My head snapped forward, the noise now obviously coming from the alleyway in front of me.

I knew I should just ignore it, be on my way and forget I heard it, but something about the noise intrigued me. I just had to take a peek, then I would move on.

So instead of crossing the street and continuing my way forward, I instead creeped forward and to the right, peeking my head around the corner.

I didn't see much, it just looked like an empty alleyway. Nothing special, no indication of where the noise came from.

I straightened up instead of staying crouched and felt disappointed. There was no indication of where the sound came from.

Until I heard it for the third time tonight.

The noise sounded more strenuous this time, like a person that was really fighting something. And this time I could see where it was coming from.

Because the alleyway was darker, I hadn't seen the door off to the right side. I could tell the door was open but it was only a crack, so I'd have to open it to see inside.

But that would be crazy right? To go up to some random door all because you heard some sort of moan, then look inside just because it was open?

Crazy, definitely crazy I thought as I creeped up to the door. Back to walking in a crouched sort of way in case my curiosity got me in trouble.

Pushing open the door made a loud scraping sound on the floor. The noise alerted someone inside, made apparent by the sound of moans getting louder.

Thinking I had been caught, I quickly ducked back outside and listened. The moaning just got more desperate sounding, I couldn't hear any footsteps coming closer so figuring it was safe enough, I creeped through the doorway.

It was pitch-black inside, and based on the echo, it was a large room with cement flooring.

I turned on my phone flashlight and started to poke around.

First, I went in the opposite direction of the moaning. I had to make sure there weren't a bunch of people hiding, waiting to attack me or something. This place was spooky, I didn't really want to stay longer even to chat with someone.

After wandering around, I figured out this place was some sort of old warehouse. There were a lot of crates and boxes, as well as a couple old conveyor belts.

When I finally got to the side where the moaning was coming from, I could tell the moaning had changed. While it was more desperate before, now it is almost gleeful.

As I got closer I saw it was coming from a large crate. The door of it was open with a broken lock hanging off the handle. The crate wasn't see through, but I was close enough to tell now that the moans were obviously female.

I cautiously peeked around the entrance, and was stunned.

There was a woman literally hanging from the top of the crate. Hands bound behind her back with her forearms together. She was facing away from me so I could also see something sticking out of her ass and pussy, connected to each other and her with rope. Her legs were also frogtied and pulled outwards. Overall, she was slightly bent forward, the ropes holding onto her arms and back lower than the ones connecting her legs to the ceiling.