Tales of the Rope

Chapter 30: Halloween Tricks and Treats Continued

Chapter 30: Halloween Tricks and Treats Continued

But the next year we came up with an even more intense display for the haunted house. A dungeon was to be our project. Gail and I were to be the two female victims of the Spanish Inquisition, poor helpless maidens who were being tortured because they believed in the faith that was not currently in power.

We set up our room with two torture devices, a pillory and a rack, both of which were functional. The pillory consisted of a post set in a platform with a cross piece on top. It was only about four feet high, so whoever was locked into it had to bend forward in order to fit her hands and head into the holes. The top part was made from a thick board cut in half and with half circles cut in each piece for head and hands. Nick made the pillory out of solid wood, and bolted rather than nailed it together so it was not going to weaken if the girl in it did any real struggling. He knew Gail and I pretty well by then. The top half of the pillory was hinged at one end and had a hasp on the other so it could be locked on. Nick came up with a huge padlock that must have weighed about five pounds. I mean it was huge! When that thing clicked shut you just knew you were locked in for the duration.

The other torture device was a rack made from a wooden ladder. One end of the ladder rested on the floor, the other end was propped up by and attached to a table. At the top Nick had put what looked like a pulley with a big handle. It didn’t function as a real rack because the pulley didn’t really turn. The girl who was being tortured would simply be tied to the ladder and ropes added to look like she was being stretched. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

The haunted house ran for almost a week and Gail and I got to display our bound bodies before hundreds of people again. When we were on display we wore ragged old clothes to look like poor prisoners who had been imprisoned for a long time. I tore an old dress until it was in rags and showed a lot more of me than it covered. Since I planned to wear no underwear, I didn’t dare leave the house dressed in my costume. I dressed at the haunted house. And I looked pretty good in my rags, if I do

say so. When I was locked in the pillory, my breasts were visible through the top of the dress as I leaned forward. I found that if I pushed my chest down my breasts would show more, and when I arched my back they showed less. That way I could look only semi-naked when there was someone there who was with the youth group or was an adult I knew. But when I wanted to show off, I could expose about all of my breasts except for the nipples. I found later that if I unbuttoned the dress in the back, it was loose enough so that I could even flash my nipples when I wanted to. Unfortunately, I also found that when I tried that, my neck and hands were solidly locked in the wood and I was unable to pull the dress back when it slipped down too much. I spent over an hour exposing myself far more than was my intent before one of my friends came by and buttoned the back of the dress again.

My legs were almost entirely uncovered and I ripped the dress up one side so that my hip showed all the way up to my waist. I noticed from watching Gail that if the girl in the pillory rised up on her toes, her legs looked much better. And sexier. I was a college freshman then, and there was a couple of boys in one of my classes I was planning to really flash because I wanted them to get interested in me. Especially a really handsome hunk named Tony. He had dark hair and eyes, and when he looked at me I wanted to throw my clothes off and spread my legs. Lord, was he a hunk!

And even if I didn’t get him interested, I still enjoyed teasing boys. I knew that they wanted my body and almost showing private parts drove them crazy.

Showing off parts of my body while on the rack would be a little harder. The way we worked it, the girl victim would lie on the ladder and her ankles would be tied to one rung and her wrists tied together and the rope passed over another rung. The top rung we picked allowed us to really stretch out the girl lying there and not faking the strain. Then another rope was tied to her wrist bondage and up to the pulley so that it looked like it was the pulley what was stretching her. When visitors came by the girl on the rack would begin to moan as if in pain.

I found that I could wiggle some and get my dress completely off my legs. But no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t work it so my breasts were exposed. Shaking my chest didn’t uncover anything. I had to

settle for carefully pushing the dress down before I was tied in place until most of my breasts showed, almost down to the nipples. It was a nice show.

Both Gail and I would go into our acts whenever customers came. The one in the pillory would switch her weight from foot to foot and wiggle her fingers in frustration. The girl on the rack would wiggle and moan and even occasionally beg for mercy. It was fun.

Gail and I took turns on each torture device, switching about half way through the evening at a time when there were no customers. But on the night before Halloween there were so many people coming through that we didn’t have a chance to change and I spent the whole evening on the rack, moaning my heart out and wiggling my body suggestively whenever a hunk came by. I don’t suppose it was authentic for a girl being stretched on a rack to wiggle her hips and thrust them forward like she was in heat, but it was fun.

It was Halloween night when the real fun began. The haunted house was to close early because most children would be out trick or treating. We expected mostly teenagers who were too old to go trick or treating. Younger kids would be out there grabbing all the candy they could get their greedy little paws on, and parents would either be home shoveling it out or walking their little ones around. That was the night Tony walked in while I was tied to the rack.

I went into my act of moaning and wiggling as suggestively as I could when suddenly I almost shit in my costume. Attached to Tony’s arm was Linda Hartman, about the most gorgeous creature to ever slink down the halls of Westchester High School. Blonde hair billowed around her perfect face and cascaded down to her low cut dress and those huge mounds that just couldn’t be real. Well, maybe she just developed early but she had a pair that most adult women would kill for. Maybe it wasn’t silicon. Right. And her legs weren’t too bad, either. And that blue velvet dress did a great job of showing her figure off. I moaned for real.

I never liked Linda, and seeing her with Tony really pissed me off. I moaned louder and struggled really hard to get his attention. And it worked! Tony turned his attention from Gail, who had been copying my idea and flashing a lot of breast at him, to the poor victim on the rack. I pushed out my breasts and struggled harder than ever. I made sure my hips were in constant motion. I pouted and stuck the tip of my tongue between my lips as I moaned. It probably looked like a woman in the grasp of an intense orgasm rather than a girl being tortured, but I didn’t care. I was throwing about all I had at this boy and wanted him turned on. My biggest wish was that I could have been completely naked.

Tony stared and stared at me. I pleaded with my eyes as my lips begged, “Please, please, please... Mercy!” Of course the mercy I wanted was to have him to screw me until my mind exploded and the friction set my pussy on fire.

He stepped closer and I moaned louder. It’s surprising how much a girl’s moaning will turn a man on. Before too long I noticed the bulge in his pants and knew my plan was working. And I noticed that he was looking at the tight ropes as well as my body. He realized that I was really and truly helpless!

But I wasn’t the only one who noticed his interest. Linda frowned and grabbed Tony as if to drag him away. When he didn’t want to leave, she began teasing his ear with one finger. Finally she whispered something in that ear while pressing her body against his. Tony’s eyes widened and his lips formed a silent “O”. He put an arm around Linda’s waist and they walked out. Just before disappearing into the darkness, Linda shot back a glance that clearly told me she planned to get even with me for tempting what she considered her man.

I sighed loudly. Now my wiggles and moans were for real, I wanted to follow that hunk and throw myself on his body, tearing clothing off both of us as I did.

“Well, you didn’t have to act like a bitch in heat!” chided Gail. “You hussy.”

“You were doing a good job of flashing breast at him,” I retorted. But I knew that Gail wasn’t really mad. She was a nice girl but she knew that her looks and figure, although good, weren’t enough to catch Tony’s attention. Only the really best girls in school had a chance at him.