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by TobyTickler
This story is a work of fiction, all characters and plot lines are fictional. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
Rope Float remains the property of the author. The story or characters may not be reproduced or republished elsewhere without the expressed written consent of the author.
Jason went on deck to take the wheel, and soon we were speeding towards Marbella, the waves at our back, at 60mph - which gives a greater sensation of speed across water than on land.
I lounged on the second bunk and looked across at Simon. He tugged a little bit at the ropes holding his wrists behind his back, before giving up. He looked down at his feet, roped together at the ankles, and sighed. His shoulders slumped, his posture suggesting defeat. Then something seemed to occur to him, and he perked up. He fixed his eyes on mine and leaned forward.
"Listen," he whispered urgently. "If you untie me, I'll help you tie up Jason!"
I considered this.
"Tempting offer," I said. "I'll take you up on it some other time. I like you the way you are right now."
Just now, Jason jerked the wheel left then right. I lurched with the motion. Simon, unable to use his hands to steady himself, fell sideways onto the bunk. Further acrobatics with the steering threatened to tip him on to the floor. I braced myself and extended my legs, until my bare feet were pressing against Simon's taut stomach, pinning him safely in place. It wasn't entirely an altruistic act - I made sure to wiggle my toes some, tickling his ribs. He struggled, and we both laughed. After a few minutes of this, Jason quit jerking the steering wheel and before long we were slowing right down to enter the port of Marbella.
I went on deck and we berthed the boat alongside the fuelling dock. As Jason tied off the last berthing line I said:
"What about Simon?"
Jason laughed.
"We'll bring him back a milkshake!"
"Okay, I said "but if we're going to leave him we need to make him a bit more secure."
"His hands are tied behind his back and his feet are tied together!" Jason replied "How much more secure does he need to be? You want to gag him, or something?"
"Nah," I said. "Wouldn't be safe. He's not going to want to draw attention to himself. Too embarrasing. But you'd be surprised how someone can move about, even tied up like he is."
Jason gave me a funny look, like he was wondering how I would know. I ignored it, and opened a storage hatch where we kept the water-skiing stuff. I took out the ski line - forty feet of strong nylon cord, with handles attached.
"This'll do nicely," I said.
We went down into the cabin. Simon was sweating - he had been struggling against his bonds. I checked his wrists and ankles - he had made no progress, they were still securely tied. I started to wrap the ski line around his legs.
"Come on, guys. Please don't leave me here like this. I want to come for a milkshake!"
"We'll bring you one back," Jason said.
"I want to go with you," Simon wheedled.
"Okay," I said. "You can come. But if you do, you'll be walking through Marbella on a leash, with your hands tied behind your back. Your choice, mate!"
Simon considered this.
"Make mine vanilla!" was his only repsonse.
I laughed and continued to tightly wrap his body in forty-feet of ski rope. I created little knotty nexuses at the knees and around the middle of his torso, but there was a turn of rope around virtually every inch of his body, from ankles to shoulders. Simon was completely immobilised.
"Okay," I said. "We'll be back in like twenty minutes. Maybe thirty. I recommend you lie there in the bunk and just relax. Don't try to move about - you might hurt yourself."
"Yeah, I feel very relaxed!" Simon said.
"Remember - your body is bound, but your mind is free!" I said. Then Jason and me left.
"Your body is bound, but your mind is free?" Jason repeated as we walked briskly towards the ice cream shop. "Where did you hear that?"
I shrugged
"Just made it up."
Jason considered.
"I like it," he said.
© Copyright TobyTickler 2007
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