Tales of the Rope

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.

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!

I knew that they wanted my body and almost

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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