"What… what are you going to do?"

"Making sure you ain't gonna bolt away from here."

Jeff slipped the half-inch line around the handle of the door, securing it with a slip knot. Darlene's arm was raised high over her head at this point. She half-sat, her back against the wall of the shed. Jeff moved around and took another piece of rope, circling it around her right wrist and attaching it to a small eyelet near the door hinges. Darlene now found both arms high over her head and spread to either side of the door. Her ass barely rested on the floor while the muscles and tendons in her arms stretched painfully. Her tits trembled on her chest as she looked with rounded, terrified eyes at her cousin.

"Now, just to make sure you ain't gonna kick." He studied her for a moment, scratcing his chin as he thought. Never once did his long cunt-splitting prick soften. Darlene watched him like a frightened, cornered mouse, feeling helpless. "Fuck, can just tie thy ankles to the legs. That'll get your fuckin' ass up in the air so's I can fuck you. And it'll keep your feet away from [missing text]."

Darlene tried kicking him away, screaming as he grabbed her left ankle and held it against his chest. Taking the rope in one hand, Jeff expertly draped it over her ankle, then brought her leg up to her left wrist. Darlene let out a sharp cry, her ass sliding away from the door several inches. The resulting puffing of her arm muscles sent slivers of pain into her body.

Jeff managed to secure both ankles to her wrists in a short period of time, bending down, and rubbing the backs of his fingers against her pussy.