Warning: This story features bondage and mild horror.

Context: This is a short story written for Day 6 of Kinktober 2025 using the prompt words Locked and Nightmare.

“The door slowly opens. Crrreeaakkkk! She runs forward to push it closed, but it’s too late! Bondica bursts through the gap, throwing her backwards onto the ground. “Heheheaghh”. The evil laugh strikes fear into her heart. The girl tries to crawl away but the ghostly woman descends upon her! The poor girl’s terrified scream echoes throughout the house, then cuts off! Leaving only eerie silence. Her friends are all woken up by the noise. They rush to her room to see what’s wrong, but all they find is an empty bed. The only thing that’s left behind is a mysterious strand of rope, lying on the ground where the girl once was...”

Sadie trailed off, her sinister expression lit by the torch held beneath her chin. The circle of friends was quiet.

“BOO!”

Some of us jumped, me most of all. Sadie chuckled.

“Told you it was a good one.”

“Maybe too good. Nina looks like she just wet herself.”

“I did not!”

“Don’t go to sleep. That’s when Bondica gets you!”

“Sh-shut up!”

Giggles all around. Sadie set the torch down onto the floor. No-one else took a turn picking it up, knowing they wouldn’t be able to top that scary a story. I was glad for that. Conversation moved on to lighter topics, easing the mood. The teasing and laughter helped settle my nerves a little.

I was on a girls’ trip with some of my oldest friends. A few days in a rented cabin in the woods, away from civilization and responsibilities. We were in our pyjamas, sitting on sleeping bags arranged on the living room floor. Though I felt a little underdressed in my short white nightdress.

Eventually energy ran low. We turned out the lights and crawled inside our sleeping bags. Some more hushed chatting in the darkness, until everyone drifted to sleep. I was the last one to doze off, trying not to think about that creepy story...

AAAIIEEE--!

A horrible blood-curdling shriek broke the silence, then cut off abruptly. I instantly snapped awake, sitting bolt upright. I could hear an echoing ring of the scream in my ears, and my heart pounding in my chest, but nothing else. Was that real? Or did I just dream it?

I didn’t dare move. I waited for my eyes to adjust to the dark, listening out intently. I didn’t see or hear any of the other girls around me stirring. Did they not hear anything?

Something didn't feel right. I crawled towards the nearest sleeping bag and shook it. No-one was inside it. In fact, every one of the sleeping bags was empty.

Now I was really scared.

“Girls? H-hello?”

I gathered courage enough to stand up and hurry over to the light switch at the wall.

flick... flick flick flick!

Nothing. Darkness remained. The power was out.

“If this is a p-prank then ha ha, you got me. Y-you can come out now!”

No response. I cautiously tiptoed around the cabin, hesitating at every single corner expecting the group to jump out at me yelling “Boo”. I’d have almost welcomed it just to end the tension. No-one in the kitchen, in the bathroom, in the corridor, or in either bedroom. There wasn’t anywhere else they could be.

I tried the front door, only to find it was locked. The door key was missing from the hooks. I hurried to the back door and rattled the handle, unable to open that as well. Even the windows wouldn’t budge. I couldn’t get out.

“S-seriously this is not funny anymore!”

This was starting to feel like something more serious than a prank.

A dark shape shifted in my peripheral vision.

“Heehheaaghhh...”

My heart felt like it stopped. I turned around very slowly, terrified of what I'd see. From the pitch-black far corner of the living room, a person shambled forward.

This was not one of my friends. It was a deathly pale woman, who would have been completely naked if not for coils of rope draped loosely all over her body. Her face was almost fully obscured by long dark hard, except for two blood-red eyes staring straight at me.

Was this real? Was I still dreaming?

A length of rope fell off her, plopping to the floor. It instantly slithered rapidly across the floor towards me, writhing like a snake.

I screeched as the animate rope reached me. Before I could avoid or stomp on it, it leapt into the air and collided with my shins. My feet were immediately wrenched together. I looked down to see it had become a neatly wound, cinched and knotted tie firmly binding my ankles. Its coarse grip felt very real.

The spectral woman began lurching towards me.

“Ehheahggh... Plaaaayyyy...”

“Aaaaghh!!”

Panic overwhelmed me. I tried to run, so fraught with terror that I forgot about my bound feet. I half-collapsed into the dining table, grabbing it for support. I pulled myself up and hopped all the way around it, throwing chairs to the ground behind me in vain hope it slowed that thing down.

The creature reached the other side of the table. The story was real. This was the ghost Bondica.

Another enchanted rope shot out from beneath the table. It struck my exposed thighs just below my panties, making me stumble. In an instant, my knees were rope-bound in the same surreal manner as my ankles. My movement was further hampered, my hop-distance getting shorter.

“L-Leave me alone! Anyone? Heeelp!”

I bounced off down the darkened main corridor, feeling against the walls both for support and in frantic search for the bedroom doorway. A rapid slithering sound from behind. Something struck into my back!

My arms were wrenched behind me. The second they touched together, they were gripped by tight fibres, holding them in a painfully harsh wrist and elbow tie. I was bound hand and foot!

I heard Bondica’s ragged breathing getting louder in the corridor behind me. I gritted my teeth and tried to ignore the crush of the tightened binds, jumping like my life depended on it. For all I knew, it did.

The bedroom! I leapt through the doorway. She was nearly upon me, I could sense it. I pressed my shoulder against the door’s edge and swung it back hard. Another rope flew through the gap just before the door hit the frame, striking me right in the gut.

“Ughh!”

An intense squeezing sensation surrounded my pelvis. The rope dug up tightly into my white panties, wrenching the nightdress up with it. A length at the back extended up between my buttcheeks and coiled around the wrist tie, contracting and connecting them. This ghost gave me a crotchrope?!

As frustrating as the final possessed rope’s form was, and as hard as my heart was hammering, I was relieved. The door was shut! Where the victim in the scary story had failed, I’d succeeded!

I spotted a key sticking out of the door’s keyhole. Just to be safe, I bent over awkwardly and turned it to lock the door. The cabin was silent again. It seemed the danger had passed.

Now I had to figure out how on earth I was going to free myself. I hopped over to the bed slowly, wincing at the ropes squeezing, especially the one between my legs. I laid down on top of the bed, spending a few moments to catch my breath, then started trying to escape.

While my body was twisting and pulling about against the binds, a shape rose just beyond the foot of the bed. It floated into the air, gliding forward, hovering over the bed, above me. I only realised it was there on hearing hoarse breathing frighteningly close.

I turned my head to look up, utterly petrified. Bondica’s spectral form was levitating two feet above me. Ropes sloughed off her body, falling onto me, wriggling all over me and arranging themselves into further binding ties.

“AAAIIEEEE!!!!!”

I shrieked at the top of my lungs. Bondica’s mouth opened unnaturally wide, and a torrent of white cloth erupted from it. It whirlpooled down into my open mouth, stuffing it up thicker and thicker. The white fabrics engulfed my mouth, then my entire head. My screaming shrivelled into muffled hopeless whimpers. I could barely breathe. I had to--

knock knock knock!

“Nina? Are you in there?”

Huh?

Sadie’s voice woke me up. That was all a dream? It wasn’t real? I was safe?!

“Mmm hhhm!”

I tried to call out in response, but I couldn’t. My mouth was stuffed to a ridiculous degree with packed-in cloths. I tried to sit up, but couldn’t do that either. I was hogtied horribly tightly by swathes of rope. I was tied up exactly like in my dream!

Concerned voices talked outside the bedroom.

“So is Nina in there?”

“She has to be. She’s not anywhere else in the cabin.”

“Why not go in and check?”

“The door’s locked. And the only key’s inside.”

“She must have gotten so scared by the story last night that she locked herself in here to feel safer.”

“That’s a bit pathetic to be honest.”

“Nina if you’re awake, we’re going to the lake for a few hours. Come join us when you’re done being a scaredy-cat!”

“MMMMMH!”

The girls couldn’t hear my gag-suppressed shouting as they walked away, leaving me helpless and alone in the locked bedroom. I couldn’t move an inch, unable to even get off the bed let alone reach the door. Even if I could, I couldn’t reach the keyhole to unlock it. Sooner or later the girls would have to break the door down or lockpick it or something.

In the meantime, I was going to be stuck suffering within a mountain of ropes clinging to my body and nightdress, and heaps of cloths stuffed into my mouth. But however long I’d have to wait, I knew one thing for sure: I did not want to fall asleep again.