Tami Lynn’s Halloween Scare
By: Hooked6
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Tami Lynn’s Halloween Scare (Forced Stripping, Public Humiliation, ENF)
BY: Hooked6
“MOM! We got ‘em.”
“Got what?” I asked as I continued folding the laundry. My teenaged sons were always into something or another and this time of year was always a little stressful for me. Don’t get me wrong; Halloween was always a fun holiday for me – even today. I like dressing up and getting into the spirit of things – but as a mom, thoughts of all the trouble my boys could get into this season of the year seemed to creep into my mind at the worst possible times. You know what I mean, drugs, alcohol, peer pressure, creepy people wandering about all merge with those scenes from those horror films that I love to watch and combine to bring out that protective instinct in me. Still my boys were good kids if I do say so myself. It’s all the OTHER kids and people in the world that I worry about.
“The TICKETS, that’s what,” my eldest son said in disbelief as he waved them excitedly in front of my face.
“Tickets?”
“You’re kidding right? The tickets to Friday Night Football and Fright Night at school; you remember? It’s the biggest game of the year next to homecoming. We take on our rivals at Jefferson High.”
“Oh,” I said feigning disinterest while suppressing a smile. The truth is the whole town has been talking about it. It was an annual event. The kids all dress up in their best costumes to attend the game and afterward there was a party on the field provided by the school Booster Club. The idea was to allow a fun night for the teens in a controlled environment rather than having them scattered all over town doing lord knows what. “So, have you decided what you are wearing yet? The game is tomorrow night you know. That doesn’t leave much time to put something together.”
“Aw, mom, relax. We’ve got it under control. We are both going as Zombies from the TV series, The Walking Dead. We’ll wear some old, torn-up clothes and with a little makeup we’ll be creepy and dead-looking in no time. That reminds me, can we borrow some of your lipstick and stuff?”
“I suppose, but not my good stuff. Use the junk, I mean, the make-up that your Aunt Martha gave me last Christmas. It’s not that I have anything against . . . I mean it’s not my shade and . . .”
“Oh mom, give it a rest. We know you never like anything Aunt Martha gives you.” They both ran out of the room laughing.
“WAIT A MINUTE!” I shouted after them. “Come back here.”
“What now?” my eldest asked.
“How are you going to get there? I have to attend your father’s company party that same night.”
“No problem, mom. Jimmy Hawkins is going to drive us.”
“That Redneck, loudmouth Jimmy Hawkins, I asked in disbelief; “the same kid who got suspended TWICE last year for fighting at school?!”
“Yeah, but it wasn’t his fault. Besides, he’s a good driver and he’s got the use of his dad’s red convertible Porsche Roadster that night. The girls will eat us up, mom.”
“Oh NO, not on my watch you don’t. I’LL drive you there and you can meet me outside the stadium after the party is over.”
“But mom!” my sons both protested. “That’s not fair! We promised Jimmy we’d ride with him. He’s already made plans!”
“Too bad, He’ll have to unmake them. It’s too dangerous a night to be out hot-rodding around in a sports car. Any other night I might reconsider but not on Halloween. I’ll drive you. It’s either that or you two can stay home and pass out candy to the little kids in the neighborhood when they come Trick or Treating.”
My eldest stomped his foot and gave me the most disrespectful look. “FINE!” he said as he turned and huffed out of the room. “You always ruin EVERYTHING!”
After they left a wave of guilt covered me like a damp shroud. Maybe I was being a little too harsh. I trusted my kids. It was that darn Jimmy Hawkins and the people he hung around with that I didn’t trust. No, sometimes as a parent you have to just put your foot down and do the right thing. If something happened to them, I’d never forgive myself.
The next morning, I was still full of self-doubt. I found myself digging through my purse to give my sons some extra money to spend at the party - sort of as a way of making things up to them without actually saying it. I knew it was going to be embarrassing for them to be dropped off at the game by their mother. I mean what 16-year-old has to hang onto the ole apron strings to get around town at that age? I’d let my eldest drive my car but their father was going to be working late and head to the party directly from work so I’d have no way to get there without my car. Besides, the hall his firm had rented for the company party was close to the high school so it wasn’t out of my way taking them to the football game. I could just meet him there after dropping my sons off at the stadium without being late. It was the best possible plan I could think of and still keep everyone happy – well, it kept me happy anyway.
I found myself feeling better that evening as I showered and laid out my costume. I was so looking forward to this event. This year I was going as Alice in Wonderland. The costume I had was just gorgeous – just like the one Alice wore in the movie. The costume really made me feel sexy too. The light blue skirt with ruffles at the bottom really showed off my legs as the hem came only to my upper thighs. My long blonde hair fit the part perfectly too. I toyed with the idea of not wearing panties just to get a little private thrill and maybe get myself worked up for some extra-curricular activity with my husband after we got home. I imagined myself walking around among all those guests knowing that only the thin material of this dress was between me and exposure. I got aroused just thinking about it. Unfortunately, I wasn’t that brave but I did try it out just to see if anything would show as I moved around. I could have pulled it off – maybe – IF I was careful, but I couldn’t make myself do it. I wanted to, but being a conservative mom all, I could do was fantasize about such things in the privacy of my own home.
My sons looked spectacular as well. I smirked at little thinking that at least Aunt Martha’s gift had some use after all. As we piled into my vehicle my sons groaned and pouted in an effort to let me know that they were displeased with this whole arrangement. I wanted to say something to make things better but I held my tongue, knowing that I’d only make things worse no matter what I said.
The route I chose first took me past the hall for my husband’s company party. Boy was that place packed! There were cars EVERYWHERE! As I drove by, I didn’t spot a single vacant parking place. This wasn’t a good sign to be sure. I’d have to walk several blocks at least even if I DID manage to find a spot. As I arrived at the high school just a few short blocks later it was even worse! I don’t know what I was thinking. This was indeed one of the biggest events of the year so of COURSE it was going to be packed. As I looked down the various roads to the school, cars were lining the curbs parking on lawns and anywhere they could find a place.
“I’ll enter this lot and drop you guys off somewhere back here and you guys can walk the rest of the way, okay?”
“THANKS MOM!” my kids said in unison, obviously relieved that none of their friends would see them being driven around by their mother. You sacrifice and do everything you can to make a real family – something they could be proud of and what do they do – get embarrassed to be seen with you in public once they become teenagers! Oh well, I was the same way I guess when I was their age.
It was dusky dark as the saying goes and the bright lights of the stadium were already on. Even through the closed car windows, I could hear the High School band playing up-tempo marching music adding to the electric air of excitement such events engender.
As I pulled into the stadium parking lot intending on pulling over just long enough to let them out, a miracle happened. I spotted a car that was LEAVING! A person was actually leaving the stadium and I was in the perfect position to get that space! “HOLD ON,” I said excitedly. “There’s a space! This will solve everything.”
“HUH?”
“I’ll leave the car and you guys can wait for me here after the party. This way I won’t worry about how I’m going to locate you in this crowd later on. And I won’t have to leave my party early just to find you. Besides, after seeing how many people were at the hall down the road, I doubt that I will find any place closer in any other direction.”
I pulled into the space and everyone got out. My kids didn’t even hang around long enough to even say goodbye – they bolted like the car was on fire or something. “Have fun,” I sullenly mumbled under my breath. “Thanks for wishing me well too.”
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Tami Lynn’s Halloween Scare - Part 2 (Forced Stripping, Public Humiliation, ENF)
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Part of me wished I could attend the Fright Night festivities as it seemed like such fun. I lingered perhaps longer than I should have staring at the stadium and listening to the sounds of the band and laughter that seemed to be emanating from every corner of the campus. The smells of ballpark food filled my mind with memories of the professional soccer games that we as a family attend quite often.
But I had other obligations and my own fun was awaiting me. Leaving my car behind, I started off in the direction of the event hall. As I left the campus it dawned on me just how dark things had gotten – shadows filled the alleyways and sidewalks of the now closed businesses and offices that surrounded the open campus. It was downright spooky in fact. Of course, having my mind packed with all the creepy Halloween horror movies that fill the TV schedules this time of year didn’t help matters either. I rounded the corner of the intersection and all the noise and excitement of the kids in their costumes and the racket of the stadium seemed so far away even though it wasn’t really that far – a short walk in fact. The sidewalks were deserted now and I felt really weird walking along dressed up as Alice in Wonderland. I could see my husband’s hall about 200 yards up ahead so I chalked up those Hollywood terror scenes to my over-active imagination.
I began thinking of how sexy I looked and started acting like I was really Alice skipping along in the enchanted land of the Queen of Hearts half expecting the Cheshire cat to make his sudden appearance once again. It never hurts a girl to give way to thoughts of fancy.
“THERE SHE IS!” I heard someone say with a sigh of relief. “It’s about time too. Where the hell have you been?”
“Huh?” I said as I spotted several young men dressed as various Ninja Turtles from the comics. Their colored masks and turtle shell shirts looked really good on their buff, muscular bodies. “Are you talking to me?” I asked as I turned around to see what they wanted.
“You’re Alice in Wonderland, aren’t you?”
“Yes, but if you’re looking for . . .”
They approached me casually and the tall guy dressed as the turtle, Michelangelo, said, “Well hand it over we haven’t got all day. We’re going to be late.”
I was flattered that they had mistaken me in the relative darkness for one of their classmates who might have had their tickets to the game. “I’m sorry but there must be some sort of mistake, you see I’m . . .”
“No mistake. Jimmy said we were to meet Alice in Wonderland on this street at 7:30 to get our stuff. It’s 7:30, this is the right street and you’re Alice in Wonderland.” It was finally starting to make sense. Jimmy Hawkins! It figured he had something to do with this. I was about to try and explain that as flattered as I was for being mistaken for a high school girt, I wasn’t the person they were looking when the tall boy spoke up.
“Oh, I get it. Smart. Jimmy said you had brains. You’re playing dumb because you aren’t sure we really are the people you were supposed to give the stuff too, right? Well, how many other Ninja Turtles do you expect to meet tonight? We’re the right ones.”
This was going nowhere fast.
As a car drove past on the street heading for the stadium, another turtle guy spoke up and said, “Dude, maybe we should do this off the road, ya know? Let’s go back here,” he said pointing to a small vacant lot between two businesses.
“Good idea, follow me, babe.” The tall guy said and gently took hold of my arm. The four of them led me into the shadows a short way until we reached a tall chain-link fence.
Suddenly I heard a female voice saying, “Just check her little purse. It’s got to be in there and we can get going. We’re late as it is.”
“You’re a girl?!” I said quite surprised as I looked one of the turtles over.
“Duh,” she said as she acted as if I was the biggest dope she’d ever seen.
One of the turtles took my small black handbag away from me and began rummaging through it. “Nothing but girlie stuff in here,” he said tossing it to the Ninja girl.
“Okay, sweetheart, where is it?”
“Look, I’ve been trying to tell you I have no idea what you are talking about.”
The turtles all looked at each other until the tall one said to me, “Are you trying to sell this stuff yourself and cheat us out of it? Is that it?”
I’ve not sold anything. If you are looking for tickets to the game I don’t have any. Maybe you can still get some at the school.”
“Tickets? What tickets? We want the ice, you stupid woman; rocks, snow, coke or whatever you want to call it; now if you know what’s good for you, you had better hand it over.”
For the first time I realized that these guys were looking for drugs. Jimmy must be a dealer or something and my heart began to pound. “Look, I’m not the Alice you’re looking for. Honest. Now just leave me be and we’ll forget the whole thing, okay?”
The girl smiled at me and I suddenly got a bad feeling shoot up through my spine. “Enough of this nonsense; strip her. If she’s hiding anything, we’ll find it.”
“What? NO!” I said as one of the turtles put his hand over my mouth. His partners began literally tearing my clothing from me – first my skirt then my blouse and finally my slip and shoes. They were all business wasting no time in their hunt for their prize. Finally, they abruptly stopped before I was completely naked. As I stood there in my bra and panties, the girl began scouring every seam and crevice of my discarded garments looking for the supposed hiding place concealing their treasure. Failing to find any drugs, the girl once again looked up from the pile of what used to be my costume and said, “Well, what are you waiting for? Strip her naked.”
“Seriously?” one of the boys asked.
The girl turtle put her hands on her hips and sighed. “If I was hiding something I didn’t want found by the cops or anybody else for that matter, I’d hide it in a place people would dare not look. If you were a girl, you’d know that. Now where do you think she’d hide this stuff?”
I quickly jerked my head away from the boy’s hand that was covering my mouth and said, “No, please. I promise you I’m not hiding anything. I have a party to go to! That’s all. I haven’t got . . . mmmmmmppphhhhh. . . .” I was cut short when the boy once again covered my mouth.
The look on the boy’s face that started to approach my chest was one of pure joy! I knew what he was going to do. He was going to grope my breasts under my bra looking for what they were after rather than just do as the girl had commanded and simply strip me.
I tried to shake my head but it was no use. Both his hands slid under my bra and he began running his fingers over my tits. He CLEARLY was enjoying himself. He then gently squeezed both of my boobs at the same time gently and playfully massaging them and I felt my legs get almost too weak to support my body. My breathing quickened and my nipples hardened.
“Hurry up the fuck up!” the girl demanded and the boy behind me immediately unsnapped my bra and tossed it to the girl. No sooner had my bra disappeared then I felt fingers inside the waistband of my panties. In one quick motion they were yanked down my legs and down to the ground and those too were tossed to the girl. I was completely naked just off a public street and there was nothing I could do about it.
“Hey, nice trim job,” the boy in front of me said staring at my pubes. “I love that little tuft of hair you have there. Just the right amount I’d say.”
“Yeah, very nice” another added lustfully.
“NOTHING!” the girl exclaimed ripping my panties in disgust. “The Bitch was telling the truth.”
“NOW what do we do?” the tall boy asked the girl. “We can’t just leave her to run and tell the cops.”
I almost fainted at hearing his words. My worst horror film nightmare thoughts immediately began running through my mind. My heart was almost pounding out of my chest as I stood frozen with fear.
“Tie her to the chain-link fence,” the girl said. “By the time she gets free we’ll be long gone. Besides,” she added with a small giggle, “She won’t be in a hurry to run around naked any time soon.” The boys all laughed hysterically at her remark.
Not so much as a second passed before I was tossed against the fence and the boys began using plastic zip-ties that one of them pulled out of his pocket to tie my outstretched arms now over my head to the fence. My legs were pulled far apart and my ankles likewise fastened securely to the fence as well. My body was making a naked “X.”
“No please. You can’t leave me here like this. I won’t say anything. I promise. Just let me mmmmmPPHHHHHHH . . .” Once again I was stopped short as a piece of duct tape was placed tightly over my mouth and around my neck preventing me from saying anything short of a soft muffle.
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BY: Hooked6
Part of me wished I could attend the Fright Night festivities as it seemed like such fun. I lingered perhaps longer than I should have staring at the stadium and listening to the sounds of the band and laughter that seemed to be emanating from every corner of the campus. The smells of ballpark food filled my mind with memories of the professional soccer games that we as a family attend quite often.
But I had other obligations and my own fun was awaiting me. Leaving my car behind, I started off in the direction of the event hall. As I left the campus it dawned on me just how dark things had gotten – shadows filled the alleyways and sidewalks of the now closed businesses and offices that surrounded the open campus. It was downright spooky in fact. Of course, having my mind packed with all the creepy Halloween horror movies that fill the TV schedules this time of year didn’t help matters either. I rounded the corner of the intersection and all the noise and excitement of the kids in their costumes and the racket of the stadium seemed so far away even though it wasn’t really that far – a short walk in fact. The sidewalks were deserted now and I felt really weird walking along dressed up as Alice in Wonderland. I could see my husband’s hall about 200 yards up ahead so I chalked up those Hollywood terror scenes to my over-active imagination.
I began thinking of how sexy I looked and started acting like I was really Alice skipping along in the enchanted land of the Queen of Hearts half expecting the Cheshire cat to make his sudden appearance once again. It never hurts a girl to give way to thoughts of fancy.
“THERE SHE IS!” I heard someone say with a sigh of relief. “It’s about time too. Where the hell have you been?”
“Huh?” I said as I spotted several young men dressed as various Ninja Turtles from the comics. Their colored masks and turtle shell shirts looked really good on their buff, muscular bodies. “Are you talking to me?” I asked as I turned around to see what they wanted.
“You’re Alice in Wonderland, aren’t you?”
“Yes, but if you’re looking for . . .”
They approached me casually and the tall guy dressed as the turtle, Michelangelo, said, “Well hand it over we haven’t got all day. We’re going to be late.”
I was flattered that they had mistaken me in the relative darkness for one of their classmates who might have had their tickets to the game. “I’m sorry but there must be some sort of mistake, you see I’m . . .”
“No mistake. Jimmy said we were to meet Alice in Wonderland on this street at 7:30 to get our stuff. It’s 7:30, this is the right street and you’re Alice in Wonderland.” It was finally starting to make sense. Jimmy Hawkins! It figured he had something to do with this. I was about to try and explain that as flattered as I was for being mistaken for a high school girt, I wasn’t the person they were looking when the tall boy spoke up.
“Oh, I get it. Smart. Jimmy said you had brains. You’re playing dumb because you aren’t sure we really are the people you were supposed to give the stuff too, right? Well, how many other Ninja Turtles do you expect to meet tonight? We’re the right ones.”
This was going nowhere fast.
As a car drove past on the street heading for the stadium, another turtle guy spoke up and said, “Dude, maybe we should do this off the road, ya know? Let’s go back here,” he said pointing to a small vacant lot between two businesses.
“Good idea, follow me, babe.” The tall guy said and gently took hold of my arm. The four of them led me into the shadows a short way until we reached a tall chain-link fence.
Suddenly I heard a female voice saying, “Just check her little purse. It’s got to be in there and we can get going. We’re late as it is.”
“You’re a girl?!” I said quite surprised as I looked one of the turtles over.
“Duh,” she said as she acted as if I was the biggest dope she’d ever seen.
One of the turtles took my small black handbag away from me and began rummaging through it. “Nothing but girlie stuff in here,” he said tossing it to the Ninja girl.
“Okay, sweetheart, where is it?”
“Look, I’ve been trying to tell you I have no idea what you are talking about.”
The turtles all looked at each other until the tall one said to me, “Are you trying to sell this stuff yourself and cheat us out of it? Is that it?”
I’ve not sold anything. If you are looking for tickets to the game I don’t have any. Maybe you can still get some at the school.”
“Tickets? What tickets? We want the ice, you stupid woman; rocks, snow, coke or whatever you want to call it; now if you know what’s good for you, you had better hand it over.”
For the first time I realized that these guys were looking for drugs. Jimmy must be a dealer or something and my heart began to pound. “Look, I’m not the Alice you’re looking for. Honest. Now just leave me be and we’ll forget the whole thing, okay?”
The girl smiled at me and I suddenly got a bad feeling shoot up through my spine. “Enough of this nonsense; strip her. If she’s hiding anything, we’ll find it.”
“What? NO!” I said as one of the turtles put his hand over my mouth. His partners began literally tearing my clothing from me – first my skirt then my blouse and finally my slip and shoes. They were all business wasting no time in their hunt for their prize. Finally, they abruptly stopped before I was completely naked. As I stood there in my bra and panties, the girl began scouring every seam and crevice of my discarded garments looking for the supposed hiding place concealing their treasure. Failing to find any drugs, the girl once again looked up from the pile of what used to be my costume and said, “Well, what are you waiting for? Strip her naked.”
“Seriously?” one of the boys asked.
The girl turtle put her hands on her hips and sighed. “If I was hiding something I didn’t want found by the cops or anybody else for that matter, I’d hide it in a place people would dare not look. If you were a girl, you’d know that. Now where do you think she’d hide this stuff?”
I quickly jerked my head away from the boy’s hand that was covering my mouth and said, “No, please. I promise you I’m not hiding anything. I have a party to go to! That’s all. I haven’t got . . . mmmmmmppphhhhh. . . .” I was cut short when the boy once again covered my mouth.
The look on the boy’s face that started to approach my chest was one of pure joy! I knew what he was going to do. He was going to grope my breasts under my bra looking for what they were after rather than just do as the girl had commanded and simply strip me.
I tried to shake my head but it was no use. Both his hands slid under my bra and he began running his fingers over my tits. He CLEARLY was enjoying himself. He then gently squeezed both of my boobs at the same time gently and playfully massaging them and I felt my legs get almost too weak to support my body. My breathing quickened and my nipples hardened.
“Hurry up the fuck up!” the girl demanded and the boy behind me immediately unsnapped my bra and tossed it to the girl. No sooner had my bra disappeared then I felt fingers inside the waistband of my panties. In one quick motion they were yanked down my legs and down to the ground and those too were tossed to the girl. I was completely naked just off a public street and there was nothing I could do about it.
“Hey, nice trim job,” the boy in front of me said staring at my pubes. “I love that little tuft of hair you have there. Just the right amount I’d say.”
“Yeah, very nice” another added lustfully.
“NOTHING!” the girl exclaimed ripping my panties in disgust. “The Bitch was telling the truth.”
“NOW what do we do?” the tall boy asked the girl. “We can’t just leave her to run and tell the cops.”
I almost fainted at hearing his words. My worst horror film nightmare thoughts immediately began running through my mind. My heart was almost pounding out of my chest as I stood frozen with fear.
“Tie her to the chain-link fence,” the girl said. “By the time she gets free we’ll be long gone. Besides,” she added with a small giggle, “She won’t be in a hurry to run around naked any time soon.” The boys all laughed hysterically at her remark.
Not so much as a second passed before I was tossed against the fence and the boys began using plastic zip-ties that one of them pulled out of his pocket to tie my outstretched arms now over my head to the fence. My legs were pulled far apart and my ankles likewise fastened securely to the fence as well. My body was making a naked “X.”
“No please. You can’t leave me here like this. I won’t say anything. I promise. Just let me mmmmmPPHHHHHHH . . .” Once again I was stopped short as a piece of duct tape was placed tightly over my mouth and around my neck preventing me from saying anything short of a soft muffle.
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Tami Lynn’s Halloween Scare - Part 3
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After admiring their handiwork the girl finally said, “So long, Sweetcakes. I guess we made a little mistake here; no hard feelings, eh?” They all took off running as they were laughing their fool heads off leaving me alone and naked in the relative darkness.
It took a few moments for me to calm down and grasp what had just happened. I tried my bonds in the hope of breaking free but I was held fast. I finally gave up and sighed wondering what I was going to do. It was then that I saw a car drive past on the street just a very short distance in front of me.
Just so you get the full picture here, I was tied in the shadows literally spread-eagled against a fence, completely naked facing a main street that in the not-too-distant future will see hundreds of cars passing by after the game ended along with who knows how many students that will walk along the sidewalk headed towards home! Sure, the street was empty now, but later it will be filled with students and possibly their parents – people that I see every day – the distinct and very real possibility of them seeing me naked was very high indeed!
Despite my dire circumstances and the great potential for unlimited humiliation and embarrassment, I realized that I was ever so wet and aroused. Yes, aroused. You see this is the stuff of my fantasies, my inner secrets turned into reality. For years I imagined myself just in situations just like this – the pretty damsel in distress only to be discovered and possibly ravished by some dashing young men Now, I didn’t have to imagine what it felt like. I was living it! The sensations were incredible!
Then I heard voices! Oh my gosh, there are people out there! And they are headed this way! I almost pissed myself I was so scared. Suddenly the fantasy didn’t seem like so much fun anymore.
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I heard them talking as the sound of their voices approached on the sidewalk in front of me from my left coming from the direction of the school. From the sound of their voices, I surmised that it was two, maybe three younger men. I struggled again hoping against hope that I would be able to free myself from my bonds and hide somewhere – anywhere – before I was spotted.
Then I saw them walking by the grassy opening in front of me between the buildings on each side of me and I immediately froze with terror and stopped breathing. They were laughing and carrying on talking about things that I couldn’t quite make out – not because I couldn’t hear them but because my mind was in a fog. Then much to my surprise they walked on past and kept walking! They hadn’t seen me at all! I let out the biggest most profound sigh that I could muster and relaxed every muscle in my body. I had dodged a bullet! I wondered how many more of them I’d have to dodge before finally getting caught. I closed my eyes tightly at that thought.
I was shocked back to life when I heard a voice from the group that had just passed saying, “HEY! Did you guys see that?”
“See what, Numb-nuts?”
“I thought I saw a naked girl back there.”
“In your dreams, Sherlock. You’re always seeing naked women – even when they’re clothed!” I heard a chorus of laughter at that remark and I cringed.
“I’m telling you I saw a NAKED GIRL back there. Come on, let’s go check it out.”
There was some additional kidding around at the poor guy’s expense before I heard those fateful words, “Okay, if it’ll make you happy, come on guys let’s go see the naked girl-mirage Jeffrey supposedly saw back there.” Then I heard the unmistakable sound of approaching footsteps coming towards me on the sidewalk to my right.
Suddenly I saw three indistinct figures suddenly appear in the opening between the buildings. In the shadows I thought I saw what looked like one of the boys pointing his finger right at me! “SEE! I TOLD you that there was a naked girl! You guys NEVER believe anything ‘I say. Maybe now you’ll listen when I tell you that I saw something.”
“Holy CRAP . . . There really IS naked girl!” one of guys said as he playfully rubbed the top of his sharp-eyed buddy’s head.
My heart began pounding as the group cautiously headed directly for me. As they got closer, I could see that they were all wearing various costumes – one was dressed as a cowboy who apparently went by the name of James; another was dressed as a circus clown holding the leash of a rather large but friendly dog which appeared to be wearing a matching clown hat with a pom-pom on top that set nestled perfectly between his ears. The third was dressed as a hobo.
“What the hell?” The one dressed as a hobo said as he looked me over. “Are you okay lady?”
I frantically tried saying something but all that came out was a high-pitched squeak followed by a long, stupid-sounding muffled groan. I tried again and the result was the same as the duct-tape gag interfered with my ability to speak. I sounded ridiculous.
“Did you hear that? She sounds just like a clown.” The boy’s remark made all the guys laugh.
“Yeah, she sounds just like you? Bobby.” One said pointing at the guy in the circus get-up.
The group all gathered closer in front of me and at my sides checking me out. “Damn! You’re hot!”
“Cut it out, dude. Maybe she’s in trouble or something. Are you okay, miss?” asked the cowboy they called James.
“Eeeeekkkkkk . . . MMmmpppppPPHHHHHHHH!!!!” I babbled once again causing them all to laugh.
Just when I thought that I had gotten my point across I heard the Cowboy saying, “OH Wait a minute! I know what this is all about.”
“You do?”
“Sure, don’t you remember reading in the newspaper yesterday that the Rosemont School of Fine Arts was going to have various performance artists around town for Halloween doing various scenes of horror, witches and goblins and stuff?”
“Yeah, I DO remember reading that!” the Hobo exclaimed. “That’s EXACTLY what this is! Oh, this is rich! I gotta get a photograph of this!” Just then he reached into his pocket and began using his cellphone to snap photos of me – well actually it looked more like close-ups of my chest and crotch from where I was standing but they were photographs nonetheless!
The others must have seen what he was up to and began doing the same thing. I squirmed and yanked my arms against my restraints rattling the chain link fence while at the same time squeaking again in protest. The more emphatic I got, the higher the pitch of my voice seemed to get. I then shook my head from side to side as fast as I could. I figured at least if they were taking photographs of me, they’d all end up being blurred so people might not recognize my face so I put every ounce of energy I had into shaking and wiggling. I must have looked a sight as my actions only made the boys laugh all the more.
“Look at her boobs!” one of them shouted. “Keep it up lady. I’ve got to get a video of this!”
Just then I got the shock of my life! I felt something warm and wet touching me down there. I dropped my head saw the clown’s dog licking me! “MMMPPPPHHHHH!” I screamed and froze in terror. I didn’t dare move a muscle lest something vital of mine would get accidentally bitten. My sudden stop must have encouraged the dog as he began licking faster and faster. To my shame my body started responding to the unusual sensations below. “STOP IT!” I mentally cursed myself for allowing this to happen. “THIS IS SO WRONG!” But the more the creature licked, the more excited I got. My body suddenly went limp as I surrendered myself to the inevitable. There wasn’t anything I could really do to stop this anyway so there was no sense in wearing myself out. I just stood there – okay I stood there with my crotch wide open - and closed my eyes in humiliation.
“MAX! Stop that. Are you trying to cause trouble here?” The dog backed away leaving me alone.
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BY: Hooked6
After admiring their handiwork the girl finally said, “So long, Sweetcakes. I guess we made a little mistake here; no hard feelings, eh?” They all took off running as they were laughing their fool heads off leaving me alone and naked in the relative darkness.
It took a few moments for me to calm down and grasp what had just happened. I tried my bonds in the hope of breaking free but I was held fast. I finally gave up and sighed wondering what I was going to do. It was then that I saw a car drive past on the street just a very short distance in front of me.
Just so you get the full picture here, I was tied in the shadows literally spread-eagled against a fence, completely naked facing a main street that in the not-too-distant future will see hundreds of cars passing by after the game ended along with who knows how many students that will walk along the sidewalk headed towards home! Sure, the street was empty now, but later it will be filled with students and possibly their parents – people that I see every day – the distinct and very real possibility of them seeing me naked was very high indeed!
Despite my dire circumstances and the great potential for unlimited humiliation and embarrassment, I realized that I was ever so wet and aroused. Yes, aroused. You see this is the stuff of my fantasies, my inner secrets turned into reality. For years I imagined myself just in situations just like this – the pretty damsel in distress only to be discovered and possibly ravished by some dashing young men Now, I didn’t have to imagine what it felt like. I was living it! The sensations were incredible!
Then I heard voices! Oh my gosh, there are people out there! And they are headed this way! I almost pissed myself I was so scared. Suddenly the fantasy didn’t seem like so much fun anymore.
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I heard them talking as the sound of their voices approached on the sidewalk in front of me from my left coming from the direction of the school. From the sound of their voices, I surmised that it was two, maybe three younger men. I struggled again hoping against hope that I would be able to free myself from my bonds and hide somewhere – anywhere – before I was spotted.
Then I saw them walking by the grassy opening in front of me between the buildings on each side of me and I immediately froze with terror and stopped breathing. They were laughing and carrying on talking about things that I couldn’t quite make out – not because I couldn’t hear them but because my mind was in a fog. Then much to my surprise they walked on past and kept walking! They hadn’t seen me at all! I let out the biggest most profound sigh that I could muster and relaxed every muscle in my body. I had dodged a bullet! I wondered how many more of them I’d have to dodge before finally getting caught. I closed my eyes tightly at that thought.
I was shocked back to life when I heard a voice from the group that had just passed saying, “HEY! Did you guys see that?”
“See what, Numb-nuts?”
“I thought I saw a naked girl back there.”
“In your dreams, Sherlock. You’re always seeing naked women – even when they’re clothed!” I heard a chorus of laughter at that remark and I cringed.
“I’m telling you I saw a NAKED GIRL back there. Come on, let’s go check it out.”
There was some additional kidding around at the poor guy’s expense before I heard those fateful words, “Okay, if it’ll make you happy, come on guys let’s go see the naked girl-mirage Jeffrey supposedly saw back there.” Then I heard the unmistakable sound of approaching footsteps coming towards me on the sidewalk to my right.
Suddenly I saw three indistinct figures suddenly appear in the opening between the buildings. In the shadows I thought I saw what looked like one of the boys pointing his finger right at me! “SEE! I TOLD you that there was a naked girl! You guys NEVER believe anything ‘I say. Maybe now you’ll listen when I tell you that I saw something.”
“Holy CRAP . . . There really IS naked girl!” one of guys said as he playfully rubbed the top of his sharp-eyed buddy’s head.
My heart began pounding as the group cautiously headed directly for me. As they got closer, I could see that they were all wearing various costumes – one was dressed as a cowboy who apparently went by the name of James; another was dressed as a circus clown holding the leash of a rather large but friendly dog which appeared to be wearing a matching clown hat with a pom-pom on top that set nestled perfectly between his ears. The third was dressed as a hobo.
“What the hell?” The one dressed as a hobo said as he looked me over. “Are you okay lady?”
I frantically tried saying something but all that came out was a high-pitched squeak followed by a long, stupid-sounding muffled groan. I tried again and the result was the same as the duct-tape gag interfered with my ability to speak. I sounded ridiculous.
“Did you hear that? She sounds just like a clown.” The boy’s remark made all the guys laugh.
“Yeah, she sounds just like you? Bobby.” One said pointing at the guy in the circus get-up.
The group all gathered closer in front of me and at my sides checking me out. “Damn! You’re hot!”
“Cut it out, dude. Maybe she’s in trouble or something. Are you okay, miss?” asked the cowboy they called James.
“Eeeeekkkkkk . . . MMmmpppppPPHHHHHHHH!!!!” I babbled once again causing them all to laugh.
Just when I thought that I had gotten my point across I heard the Cowboy saying, “OH Wait a minute! I know what this is all about.”
“You do?”
“Sure, don’t you remember reading in the newspaper yesterday that the Rosemont School of Fine Arts was going to have various performance artists around town for Halloween doing various scenes of horror, witches and goblins and stuff?”
“Yeah, I DO remember reading that!” the Hobo exclaimed. “That’s EXACTLY what this is! Oh, this is rich! I gotta get a photograph of this!” Just then he reached into his pocket and began using his cellphone to snap photos of me – well actually it looked more like close-ups of my chest and crotch from where I was standing but they were photographs nonetheless!
The others must have seen what he was up to and began doing the same thing. I squirmed and yanked my arms against my restraints rattling the chain link fence while at the same time squeaking again in protest. The more emphatic I got, the higher the pitch of my voice seemed to get. I then shook my head from side to side as fast as I could. I figured at least if they were taking photographs of me, they’d all end up being blurred so people might not recognize my face so I put every ounce of energy I had into shaking and wiggling. I must have looked a sight as my actions only made the boys laugh all the more.
“Look at her boobs!” one of them shouted. “Keep it up lady. I’ve got to get a video of this!”
Just then I got the shock of my life! I felt something warm and wet touching me down there. I dropped my head saw the clown’s dog licking me! “MMMPPPPHHHHH!” I screamed and froze in terror. I didn’t dare move a muscle lest something vital of mine would get accidentally bitten. My sudden stop must have encouraged the dog as he began licking faster and faster. To my shame my body started responding to the unusual sensations below. “STOP IT!” I mentally cursed myself for allowing this to happen. “THIS IS SO WRONG!” But the more the creature licked, the more excited I got. My body suddenly went limp as I surrendered myself to the inevitable. There wasn’t anything I could really do to stop this anyway so there was no sense in wearing myself out. I just stood there – okay I stood there with my crotch wide open - and closed my eyes in humiliation.
“MAX! Stop that. Are you trying to cause trouble here?” The dog backed away leaving me alone.
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Tami Lynn’s Halloween Scare - Part 4
BY: Hooked6
All of a sudden, I felt hands all over me! They were feeling me everywhere – hands on my boobs, a hand between my legs, another gently sliding along my side. I was being felt up and groped by SIX PAIRS OF HANDS ALL AT ONCE! Indeed, this was the very stuff of my dreams! I had imagined how this might feel in my fantasies but my imagination was nowhere near the actual reality. This was heaven! I was in sensory overload. If I hadn’t been tied to that fence, I would have surely collapsed under my own weight as my legs were so weak I didn’t think they would support me on their own. It was as if I was dreaming or something and any minute, I was going to wake up but I knew better. This was real!
Just to be clear and accurate, they weren’t really molesting me as such. They were merely, albeit enthusiastically, exploring my body as one would savor a fine wine. As one hand erotically rubbed my ever so moist vulva between my legs, another was playfully tweaking my nipples. My belly was rubbed, my thighs were stroked and I couldn’t tell who was doing what as I dared not even open my eyes.
Then it happened! Someone gently inserted a finger, just a little bit – testing the waters so-to-speak. I was about to protest in the most vociferous way possible but all at once that seemed irrelevant. I came! I had the most violent, unexpected pulsatile, orgasm this side of nirvana! I came and came – muscles contracting that I didn’t even know I had! I came so hard that the poor guy’s finger was immediately and forcefully expelled from its place within my feminine vault so suddenly that I swear I heard the guy gasp in surprise from the ferocity of my contractions. I was panting and gasping for air; my back arched outward and my toes curled underneath my feet. It was AWESOME!! After several moments when I was lost in the fog of my own ecstasy, I slowly regained my composure. I opened my eyes and saw all them looking at me with their mouths opened.
“WOW,” the cowboy said in his southern drawl. “In all my born days I ain’t NEVER seen nothing like that afore.”
The boys all started giggling again – almost like THEY were embarrassed or something. I started to wonder what was going to happen next but I didn’t have long to think about it.
“Hey,” what are you guys doing back there?” I heard a feminine voice cry out. The guys all stepped away from me as if they had been caught with their hands in the cookie jar. As they did so I was exposed to the sidewalk once again. I saw what appeared to be at least a half a dozen people or more standing there looking directly at me!
Finally, the cowboy guy called out, “You guys need to see this!”
“What the hell is going on?” One of the new arrivals asked with obvious concern in his voice.
“It’s one of those performance artists from the Rosemont School of Arts. You guys remember reading about it in the newspaper, right? Well, here’s one of them now and SHE’S NAKED! Check it out!”
The new arrivals all started racing towards me at once, the pounding of their feet literally shaking the ground I was standing on! Once again fear overcame my current state of bliss.
‘HOLY MACKERAL - SHE’S NAKED!” a girl exclaimed laughing. “Damn, she’s brave.”
I heard constant murmuring from everyone present as they all began talking at once. I couldn’t quite make out anything specific but from the few words I did manage to overhear they weren’t threatening or cause for alarm, however. They just seemed excited at their discovery. Of course, the original trio that first found and then fondled me never said a word about their conquest. I imagined that they would relive their experience in great detail later on – no doubt embellishing upon the actual details of what really happened. Thank gosh no one so far recognized me; but I was sure it was only a matter of time. I couldn’t be exactly sure of how long I had been there at the fence, but one thing was for certain – the clock was indeed ticking and soon that football game would over and the sidewalks would be filled with passersby; some of which would surely recognize me!
It’s silly but I began to think of all my bodily imperfections like that little mark underneath one of my breasts and the shape of my big toes. I hated them. Of course, I DID have a cute little butt and I was proud of my figure . . . what in the hell am I doing?! I’m NAKED in the middle of town tied to a fence with nothing to wear; my husband is just a few hundred yards away partying with all his coworkers and my sons are attending a high school football game just a block or two away! Why in the heck am I dwelling on a silly little mark below one of my boobs?!
I was jolted back to reality when the new girl that had arrived said, “This is silly. No one is going to appreciate her performance back here in this dark little corner. She needs to be out under the street lights or better yet someplace crowded where all the people are!”
“Yeah,” another newcomer said, “she’s right. Let’s just all move this little display somewhere more suiting to her talents!”
“MMmmpPPPPHHHHH . . . MMmmpPPPPPHHHHH!” I strained in futility trying to convey my protest.
“Look, she agrees! Even this artist realizes that the place her director picked was lame. Let’s all help her out.” Some guy on the back said egging the group on.
That wasn’t what I was saying at all, you moron! I screamed to myself.
“One of the original trio of guys that first found me produced a small pocket knife and held it up to my right wrist in an attempt to release me from my bonds. Finally, I thought, a way out of this mess. I would wait until my hands were free and the rip that stupid tape from around my neck and off my mouth and explain my situation to them. Surely once they understood things they would eagerly help me find a way out of this mess.
Have you ever noticed that fate often steps in to ruin a perfectly good plan? To my utter dismay the newcomer girl shouted out, “WAIT! We can’t take her out like this.”
“Awwwwwwwwwwwwww . . .” came the collective sigh from the group obviously sensing their fun was coming to an abrupt halt – spoiled by someone from the sisterhood no less.
“No, listen up. Once we take her from this fence, we’ve ruined the effect of a Halloween damsel in distress. If we are going to move her act to someplace else, we need to improve upon things a bit, yet still maintain the feel of things somehow.”
Cowboy James was already in the swing of things. I could tell by the enthusiasm in his voice. “Just what did you have in mind?” he asked with an evil gleam in his eyes.
“Well. First off, she still needs to be seen as helpless and restrained. If we cut her down, she’s just a naked chick streaking the streets.”
“Well, I’ve got a pair of horse hobbling ropes that I could slip around her wrists,” Cowboy James offered.’ That’ll keep her tied up.”
“Hey, how about my chains,” asked a guy dressed as a ghost with some heavy-looking chains wrapped around his neck and body.”
“YEAH, those will do nicely!” the girl exclaimed as she went over and grabbed the props. Several others offered other suggestions to make me more scary-looking and helpless – from make-up to a fake knife prop that could be stuck into my side as if I was stabbed. Pretty much everything was rejected by the group at large other than the hobbling device for my wrists and the chains – that is until someone shouted, “How about a hood? She needs a hood over her head so that she looks like she’s being led off to execution or something. That’ll surely make her look like a Damsel in distress, won’t it?”
“HELL YEAH; that’ll work,” said the girl who was obviously now the titular ringleader and
she went off to retrieve the small, white pillow-case looking hood with eye holes cut out in front.
The boys all began cutting my off the zip ties but before I could even react to get to my tape gag around my mouth and neck, my hands were pulled behind my back and secured with some kind of leather rope-like device which had the effect of acting just like handcuffs. They harder I pulled the tighter they got until I eventually just accepted my fate!
Leaving the gag in place the hood was quickly pulled over my head and those heavy looking chains turned out to be made of plastic – from a distance, however, the sure looked real to me! I was wondering how I was going to carry those. The chains were placed around the back of my neck then draped across my chest in an “X” separating my boobs and finally tied around my ankles – effectively preventing me try trying to run. I was sure I must have looked just like some wench being led to slaughter.
Then the entire entourage began moving forward out of my cozy little dark and secluded hiding place right toward the busy sidewalk and brightly lit street up ahead! I was naked, horny, bound, and gagged heading for who knows where! One burly guy dressed as a clown was holding my right arm and the Cowboy dude was on the other side of me holding my left. I was trapped.
Could things GET any worse? What dumb question. I soon found out.
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BY: Hooked6
All of a sudden, I felt hands all over me! They were feeling me everywhere – hands on my boobs, a hand between my legs, another gently sliding along my side. I was being felt up and groped by SIX PAIRS OF HANDS ALL AT ONCE! Indeed, this was the very stuff of my dreams! I had imagined how this might feel in my fantasies but my imagination was nowhere near the actual reality. This was heaven! I was in sensory overload. If I hadn’t been tied to that fence, I would have surely collapsed under my own weight as my legs were so weak I didn’t think they would support me on their own. It was as if I was dreaming or something and any minute, I was going to wake up but I knew better. This was real!
Just to be clear and accurate, they weren’t really molesting me as such. They were merely, albeit enthusiastically, exploring my body as one would savor a fine wine. As one hand erotically rubbed my ever so moist vulva between my legs, another was playfully tweaking my nipples. My belly was rubbed, my thighs were stroked and I couldn’t tell who was doing what as I dared not even open my eyes.
Then it happened! Someone gently inserted a finger, just a little bit – testing the waters so-to-speak. I was about to protest in the most vociferous way possible but all at once that seemed irrelevant. I came! I had the most violent, unexpected pulsatile, orgasm this side of nirvana! I came and came – muscles contracting that I didn’t even know I had! I came so hard that the poor guy’s finger was immediately and forcefully expelled from its place within my feminine vault so suddenly that I swear I heard the guy gasp in surprise from the ferocity of my contractions. I was panting and gasping for air; my back arched outward and my toes curled underneath my feet. It was AWESOME!! After several moments when I was lost in the fog of my own ecstasy, I slowly regained my composure. I opened my eyes and saw all them looking at me with their mouths opened.
“WOW,” the cowboy said in his southern drawl. “In all my born days I ain’t NEVER seen nothing like that afore.”
The boys all started giggling again – almost like THEY were embarrassed or something. I started to wonder what was going to happen next but I didn’t have long to think about it.
“Hey,” what are you guys doing back there?” I heard a feminine voice cry out. The guys all stepped away from me as if they had been caught with their hands in the cookie jar. As they did so I was exposed to the sidewalk once again. I saw what appeared to be at least a half a dozen people or more standing there looking directly at me!
Finally, the cowboy guy called out, “You guys need to see this!”
“What the hell is going on?” One of the new arrivals asked with obvious concern in his voice.
“It’s one of those performance artists from the Rosemont School of Arts. You guys remember reading about it in the newspaper, right? Well, here’s one of them now and SHE’S NAKED! Check it out!”
The new arrivals all started racing towards me at once, the pounding of their feet literally shaking the ground I was standing on! Once again fear overcame my current state of bliss.
‘HOLY MACKERAL - SHE’S NAKED!” a girl exclaimed laughing. “Damn, she’s brave.”
I heard constant murmuring from everyone present as they all began talking at once. I couldn’t quite make out anything specific but from the few words I did manage to overhear they weren’t threatening or cause for alarm, however. They just seemed excited at their discovery. Of course, the original trio that first found and then fondled me never said a word about their conquest. I imagined that they would relive their experience in great detail later on – no doubt embellishing upon the actual details of what really happened. Thank gosh no one so far recognized me; but I was sure it was only a matter of time. I couldn’t be exactly sure of how long I had been there at the fence, but one thing was for certain – the clock was indeed ticking and soon that football game would over and the sidewalks would be filled with passersby; some of which would surely recognize me!
It’s silly but I began to think of all my bodily imperfections like that little mark underneath one of my breasts and the shape of my big toes. I hated them. Of course, I DID have a cute little butt and I was proud of my figure . . . what in the hell am I doing?! I’m NAKED in the middle of town tied to a fence with nothing to wear; my husband is just a few hundred yards away partying with all his coworkers and my sons are attending a high school football game just a block or two away! Why in the heck am I dwelling on a silly little mark below one of my boobs?!
I was jolted back to reality when the new girl that had arrived said, “This is silly. No one is going to appreciate her performance back here in this dark little corner. She needs to be out under the street lights or better yet someplace crowded where all the people are!”
“Yeah,” another newcomer said, “she’s right. Let’s just all move this little display somewhere more suiting to her talents!”
“MMmmpPPPPHHHHH . . . MMmmpPPPPPHHHHH!” I strained in futility trying to convey my protest.
“Look, she agrees! Even this artist realizes that the place her director picked was lame. Let’s all help her out.” Some guy on the back said egging the group on.
That wasn’t what I was saying at all, you moron! I screamed to myself.
“One of the original trio of guys that first found me produced a small pocket knife and held it up to my right wrist in an attempt to release me from my bonds. Finally, I thought, a way out of this mess. I would wait until my hands were free and the rip that stupid tape from around my neck and off my mouth and explain my situation to them. Surely once they understood things they would eagerly help me find a way out of this mess.
Have you ever noticed that fate often steps in to ruin a perfectly good plan? To my utter dismay the newcomer girl shouted out, “WAIT! We can’t take her out like this.”
“Awwwwwwwwwwwwww . . .” came the collective sigh from the group obviously sensing their fun was coming to an abrupt halt – spoiled by someone from the sisterhood no less.
“No, listen up. Once we take her from this fence, we’ve ruined the effect of a Halloween damsel in distress. If we are going to move her act to someplace else, we need to improve upon things a bit, yet still maintain the feel of things somehow.”
Cowboy James was already in the swing of things. I could tell by the enthusiasm in his voice. “Just what did you have in mind?” he asked with an evil gleam in his eyes.
“Well. First off, she still needs to be seen as helpless and restrained. If we cut her down, she’s just a naked chick streaking the streets.”
“Well, I’ve got a pair of horse hobbling ropes that I could slip around her wrists,” Cowboy James offered.’ That’ll keep her tied up.”
“Hey, how about my chains,” asked a guy dressed as a ghost with some heavy-looking chains wrapped around his neck and body.”
“YEAH, those will do nicely!” the girl exclaimed as she went over and grabbed the props. Several others offered other suggestions to make me more scary-looking and helpless – from make-up to a fake knife prop that could be stuck into my side as if I was stabbed. Pretty much everything was rejected by the group at large other than the hobbling device for my wrists and the chains – that is until someone shouted, “How about a hood? She needs a hood over her head so that she looks like she’s being led off to execution or something. That’ll surely make her look like a Damsel in distress, won’t it?”
“HELL YEAH; that’ll work,” said the girl who was obviously now the titular ringleader and
she went off to retrieve the small, white pillow-case looking hood with eye holes cut out in front.
The boys all began cutting my off the zip ties but before I could even react to get to my tape gag around my mouth and neck, my hands were pulled behind my back and secured with some kind of leather rope-like device which had the effect of acting just like handcuffs. They harder I pulled the tighter they got until I eventually just accepted my fate!
Leaving the gag in place the hood was quickly pulled over my head and those heavy looking chains turned out to be made of plastic – from a distance, however, the sure looked real to me! I was wondering how I was going to carry those. The chains were placed around the back of my neck then draped across my chest in an “X” separating my boobs and finally tied around my ankles – effectively preventing me try trying to run. I was sure I must have looked just like some wench being led to slaughter.
Then the entire entourage began moving forward out of my cozy little dark and secluded hiding place right toward the busy sidewalk and brightly lit street up ahead! I was naked, horny, bound, and gagged heading for who knows where! One burly guy dressed as a clown was holding my right arm and the Cowboy dude was on the other side of me holding my left. I was trapped.
Could things GET any worse? What dumb question. I soon found out.
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Tami Lynn’s Halloween Scare - Part 5
BY: Hooked6
Once we reached the sidewalk I was immediately bathed in the bright yellow-orange light from the numerous streetlamps that lined the road. I never missed those dark shadows so much in my life. What once felt like such a scary place now felt like it had given me comfort similar to a warm blanket on a cold winter bight. I actually missed being tied to the fence!
On the sidewalk I suddenly felt myself being pulled in two different directions. Part of the group wanted to head towards the business section on my right; the other part of the group seemed to want to head towards my left. After being jerked a few times in different headings by my escorts they finally stopped moving and asked the girl who seemed to now be in charge, “Which way, Sweetheart?”
The loud unmistakable and sustained sound of a huge crowd cheering in the distance broke the relative silence and I heard those fateful words, “Let’s take her towards the school! The game sounds like it just ended!”
“PERFECT!” the resounding reply came from many in the group, “to the school!”
At once I found myself being hurriedly hauled off to the very place I had dreaded.
A man all dressed in a black flowing robe, apparently the Grimm Reaper, carrying a sickle on a long stick came running up to my side. “Can I be in your performance art? I’m very good at role playing, you know.”
Before I could reply our ring leader answered for me. “SURE you can. Why don’t you take the place of that clown guy with the dog? The Reaper looks a lot scarier than a circus clown, no offense dude, your costume is great,” she added as an afterthought. “But this artist needs the best supporting cast – especially if we make the morning papers.”
The clown didn’t protest a bit and merely stepped aside as the Reaper dude took his place holding onto my right arm with his left hand while carrying his sickle thing in his free hand on his right.
So here I was, naked, a cowboy guy with a Sherriff’s badge on my left side, the Grimm Reaper on my right heading right towards the school athletic stadium. Oh, I was going to be in sooooooooo much trouble. I wonder if they really arrest naked people and put them in jail or do they just give them a summons to appear in court? What was I saying? I had to think of a way out of this and fast!
We turned the corner and the stadium came into view. There were hundreds of mostly costumed students milling about the parking lot immediately up ahead! Many were on the sidewalks leading out of the lot presumably off to locate their parked cars along the roadways.
Of course I was spotted immediately. “HEY guys, check it out . . . Naked chick at twelve o’clock!” Soon dozens of people began heading right towards me then my worst fears happened. Several parents that I knew from school including two that I knew from the PTA started heading in my direction as well. Every one of them knew both me and my husband! I was screwed. The students might think this was all okay but not responsible adults. They’d put an end to this as sure I was breathing – which by the way I wasn’t so I took a huge breath through my nose before I passed out.
“What’s going on guys?” one of the adults asked as they reached my position halting our progress.
“This is a Halloween performance art piece by the Rosemont School of Fine Arts,” said our ringleader confidently.
Mr. Klein, one of the PTA members I told you about, put his hand to his chin skeptically. “You don’t say . . . Rosemont, huh?” Now I was doomed. Mr. Klein began looking me over intently as he continued rubbing his chin. He was clearly scrutinizing my form taking in every detail of my naked and exposed flesh. Oh my Gosh, I screamed to myself in my head. If he recognizes me, I’m screwed! I felt myself getting wetter by the second as this handsome looking man – a man that has been to our house many, many times was - looking at me NAKED! What would he think of me if my identity was discovered? Why I’d have to move to another town – another state even!
Our ringleader wasn’t deterred with his stern countenance and replied with the utmost confidence, “That’s right, Mr. Klein.”
The longer he waited without saying anything standing there holding up our progress, the more certain I was that I was screwed. I wanted to just shout “Yes, it’s me, Tami Lynn Patterson!” just to get this over with. The tension was unbearable. I wanted to shout, except I couldn’t do any such thing. All I could do was to stand there exposing myself as all these onlookers gawked at me!!
“Rosemont is a very fine academy, very fine indeed,” he finally said breaking the silence. “They have a good reputation in our community to be sure. I did read something about performance artists in the city a while back. Still . . . I don’t know . . . nudity at a high school event? That’s pushing things a bit don’t you think? Maybe you should just move on and . . .”
“It’s ART,” Mr. Klein, “ART. You remember life drawing classes back in your college days. Don’t you? Those weren’t naked people; those were artistic models you were staring at. There’s a difference to be sure. Well, this is like that only it is art on the street! It’s Halloween and she’s a Damsel in Distress. She’s not some naked whore streaking the neighborhood, ya know.”
“Ahem . . .” Mr. Klein cleared his throat. “I DO know what ART is Miss whatever your name is. I didn’t mean to imply anything with my last remark. Like I said, Rosemont is a very fine and respected establishment and if you are from that academy then I guess it is okay. Just make sure things don’t get out of hand. You know how rowdy students can be at times – especially on Halloween.”
“Oh, we’ll be careful,” she said respectfully as several of the PTA members stepped aside to let us pass.
I couldn’t believe it! I had just been ogled by adults that I knew quite well and I wasn’t discovered – at least I prayed that I hadn’t been found out. Just because he let us pass didn’t automatically mean that he didn’t recognize who I was! Oh, my heart was really pounding now!
I thought I was safe but just to be sure I turned around and sure enough the PTA group was following us at a safe distance so as not to interfere but to make their presence known. Oh, I hope that this group can pull this off.
As I turned around, I spotted another huge crowd rapidly descending upon our not-so-little group. Soon everyone at this school would probably see me as well! Then my worst fears were slapping me right across my face. There to my left were my boys standing by my car as we had prearranged and we were heading straight for them! Somebody, just shoot me now, please!
(Conclusion this evening 10/31/25)
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BY: Hooked6
Once we reached the sidewalk I was immediately bathed in the bright yellow-orange light from the numerous streetlamps that lined the road. I never missed those dark shadows so much in my life. What once felt like such a scary place now felt like it had given me comfort similar to a warm blanket on a cold winter bight. I actually missed being tied to the fence!
On the sidewalk I suddenly felt myself being pulled in two different directions. Part of the group wanted to head towards the business section on my right; the other part of the group seemed to want to head towards my left. After being jerked a few times in different headings by my escorts they finally stopped moving and asked the girl who seemed to now be in charge, “Which way, Sweetheart?”
The loud unmistakable and sustained sound of a huge crowd cheering in the distance broke the relative silence and I heard those fateful words, “Let’s take her towards the school! The game sounds like it just ended!”
“PERFECT!” the resounding reply came from many in the group, “to the school!”
At once I found myself being hurriedly hauled off to the very place I had dreaded.
A man all dressed in a black flowing robe, apparently the Grimm Reaper, carrying a sickle on a long stick came running up to my side. “Can I be in your performance art? I’m very good at role playing, you know.”
Before I could reply our ring leader answered for me. “SURE you can. Why don’t you take the place of that clown guy with the dog? The Reaper looks a lot scarier than a circus clown, no offense dude, your costume is great,” she added as an afterthought. “But this artist needs the best supporting cast – especially if we make the morning papers.”
The clown didn’t protest a bit and merely stepped aside as the Reaper dude took his place holding onto my right arm with his left hand while carrying his sickle thing in his free hand on his right.
So here I was, naked, a cowboy guy with a Sherriff’s badge on my left side, the Grimm Reaper on my right heading right towards the school athletic stadium. Oh, I was going to be in sooooooooo much trouble. I wonder if they really arrest naked people and put them in jail or do they just give them a summons to appear in court? What was I saying? I had to think of a way out of this and fast!
We turned the corner and the stadium came into view. There were hundreds of mostly costumed students milling about the parking lot immediately up ahead! Many were on the sidewalks leading out of the lot presumably off to locate their parked cars along the roadways.
Of course I was spotted immediately. “HEY guys, check it out . . . Naked chick at twelve o’clock!” Soon dozens of people began heading right towards me then my worst fears happened. Several parents that I knew from school including two that I knew from the PTA started heading in my direction as well. Every one of them knew both me and my husband! I was screwed. The students might think this was all okay but not responsible adults. They’d put an end to this as sure I was breathing – which by the way I wasn’t so I took a huge breath through my nose before I passed out.
“What’s going on guys?” one of the adults asked as they reached my position halting our progress.
“This is a Halloween performance art piece by the Rosemont School of Fine Arts,” said our ringleader confidently.
Mr. Klein, one of the PTA members I told you about, put his hand to his chin skeptically. “You don’t say . . . Rosemont, huh?” Now I was doomed. Mr. Klein began looking me over intently as he continued rubbing his chin. He was clearly scrutinizing my form taking in every detail of my naked and exposed flesh. Oh my Gosh, I screamed to myself in my head. If he recognizes me, I’m screwed! I felt myself getting wetter by the second as this handsome looking man – a man that has been to our house many, many times was - looking at me NAKED! What would he think of me if my identity was discovered? Why I’d have to move to another town – another state even!
Our ringleader wasn’t deterred with his stern countenance and replied with the utmost confidence, “That’s right, Mr. Klein.”
The longer he waited without saying anything standing there holding up our progress, the more certain I was that I was screwed. I wanted to just shout “Yes, it’s me, Tami Lynn Patterson!” just to get this over with. The tension was unbearable. I wanted to shout, except I couldn’t do any such thing. All I could do was to stand there exposing myself as all these onlookers gawked at me!!
“Rosemont is a very fine academy, very fine indeed,” he finally said breaking the silence. “They have a good reputation in our community to be sure. I did read something about performance artists in the city a while back. Still . . . I don’t know . . . nudity at a high school event? That’s pushing things a bit don’t you think? Maybe you should just move on and . . .”
“It’s ART,” Mr. Klein, “ART. You remember life drawing classes back in your college days. Don’t you? Those weren’t naked people; those were artistic models you were staring at. There’s a difference to be sure. Well, this is like that only it is art on the street! It’s Halloween and she’s a Damsel in Distress. She’s not some naked whore streaking the neighborhood, ya know.”
“Ahem . . .” Mr. Klein cleared his throat. “I DO know what ART is Miss whatever your name is. I didn’t mean to imply anything with my last remark. Like I said, Rosemont is a very fine and respected establishment and if you are from that academy then I guess it is okay. Just make sure things don’t get out of hand. You know how rowdy students can be at times – especially on Halloween.”
“Oh, we’ll be careful,” she said respectfully as several of the PTA members stepped aside to let us pass.
I couldn’t believe it! I had just been ogled by adults that I knew quite well and I wasn’t discovered – at least I prayed that I hadn’t been found out. Just because he let us pass didn’t automatically mean that he didn’t recognize who I was! Oh, my heart was really pounding now!
I thought I was safe but just to be sure I turned around and sure enough the PTA group was following us at a safe distance so as not to interfere but to make their presence known. Oh, I hope that this group can pull this off.
As I turned around, I spotted another huge crowd rapidly descending upon our not-so-little group. Soon everyone at this school would probably see me as well! Then my worst fears were slapping me right across my face. There to my left were my boys standing by my car as we had prearranged and we were heading straight for them! Somebody, just shoot me now, please!
(Conclusion this evening 10/31/25)
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Can't wait for the conclusion. Will her identity be revealed to her sons and all their peers? I wonder.
What are the ages of her two sons?
What are the ages of her two sons?
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What's happened to the promised conclusion?
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Sorry for the delay. Here it is:
Tami Lynn’s Halloween Scare - Part 6
BY: Hooked6
The girl grabbed me by the arm, breaking the grip of the boys, and began steering me right towards my sons and a couple of their friends leaning on my car, who all seemingly were having a good time.
My heart began to beat faster as I realized that, like it or not, they were going to see their mother naked for the first time in their lives. I hoped with all my might that they wouldn’t recognize me. So far, the hood over my head seemed to have effectively shield my identity from the members of the PTA that I knew who saw me on the street earlier. I was sure, though, that someone would recognize me from my eyes through the two eye holes allowing me to see out, but apparently, they weren’t big enough to allow easy recognition. After all, in my town there weren’t that many people with such rich, deep blue eyes in this town. I was afraid people would guess that it’s me.
The crowd around my car suddenly stopped talking and my eldest son said, “What in the world . . .?”
The girl pulled me over to stand right in front of my son. I tried to bend over to try and hide as much of my body as I could, but the girl yanked my leash hard forcing me to stand up baring everything I had to the boys around my car.
I saw my two sons looking me over from top to bottom and back up again. I felt a bit faint when I realized they both had huge smiles on their faces! I was their mother for Pete’s sake. This was so wrong. Then another more horrible thought hit me as I looked at them - ‘what if they recognized me under this hood?’ I almost fell as my knees buckled from under me, but I was able to get ahold of myself in time from actually falling on the ground. Everyone laughed at this thinking that me losing my balance was funny.
The girl then asked, “Well, guys, what do you think?”
My eldest looked confused at the site of a naked woman with her arms effectively tied behind her back with a chain leash around my head covered with a pillow case around my head and mouth. “What is going on?” Are you kidnapping her or something? She doesn’t look very happy.”
“Silly boy,” the girl snapped back, “Don’t you like looking at naked women?”
“Well, yeah . . . but it’s not every day that . . .”
One of the other guys spoke up and explained, “She is a performance artist from the Rosemont School of Fine Arts. Didn’t you see that article in the paper. They supposedly have them all over town tonight in honor of Halloween. We found her zip-tied to a chain link fence the next block over, but it was too dark for her to be seen adequately so we are taking her someplace more suitable for her talents. Best artist we have seen so far.”
My son looked me over carefully again as if trying to appreciate my “art.”
“So, what is she supposed to be exactly?”
“We have no idea,” the girl said, “But we figured maybe a Damsel in Distress, or possibly a Hostage of some kind, but at any rate, she needs to be somewhere where lots of people can see her.”
“Man, she is sure dedicated to her art to be seen naked and chained up like that in public. And just look how nervous she is. Great acting skills. She’s shaking life a leaf! I’ll bet, if we take that hood off of her we’d see that she’s really blushing.”
I screamed as loud as I could but all that came out was a muffled, “MppphhHHHHHHH!” I shook my head back and forth hoping they’d understand I was saying “NO” but they all just laughed at me!
“See, she should be on TV on some show. She has talent.” The girl said enthusiastically.
I let out a sigh of relief realizing that maybe I had I had dodged a bullet and my identity was safe for the time being.
One of my son’s friends asked, “So, where are you taking her? To be better seen, I mean.”
“We thought we would take her to the high school stadium just up the road and tie her to the flag pole. There’s a football game tonight that should be letting out soon. The flagpole is all lit up at night; should be perfect to highlight her art.”
“PERFECT!” my youngest son exclaimed. The game is over already but they are having a Fright Night festival around the stadium grounds that just started.”
“My mom said we had to check back at the car at 10pm but game ran long and she isn’t here. We are missing all the fun.” My eldest son lamented. “She always ruins everything.”
“I’m, sure she is looking for you at the festival. Why don’t you leave her a note on the windshield then you can come with us. You might find her there.”
“Good idea!” my eldest said and began writing a note on a piece of paper and then stuck it under one of the windshield wipers and off we went heading towards the bright lights of the stadium being led by that girl captor of mine.
As we walked along, several of the guys behind me kept groping my but and even a few braver ones ran their fingers along my slit, which was even wetter than ever now wondering if one of those hands or fingers belonged to one my sons. I didn’t have to wonder long as I heard my youngest exclaim, “DAMN, this bitch sure is wet! She must really like being a Damsel in Distress, or whatever the hell she is.”
If I could talk, I’d give him such a lecture, ‘Where did ever he learn to talk like that!’ I wondered to myself. Then I felt another finger slide up inside me as I was walking and I yelled. “EEkkkkkPPPHH” at the intrusion. That had better not be my son’s finger! Of course, my vaginal muscles involuntarily tightened around the finger sending marvelous sensations up my pelvis and up my spine no matter whose finger it was.
All too soon, we arrived at the stadium and I could see the flagpole looming a short distance up ahead surrounded by many booths selling all sort of things from food and drinks to school merch and jerseys and even some with carnival games. Students were everywhere, most in costumes. So much for me being in a quiet corner of the stadium. THIS was where the action was.
My captors led me to the flagpole and the chain leash was wrapped around my body and the flagpole several times and ultimately, a boy produced a padlock securing in place.
My heart was racing so fast I thought I was running a marathon, yet I was standing still, daring not to move a muscle. My breathing was rapid causing the pillowcase covering my head to puff out away from my face a little every time I exhaled only to draw back inward when I inhaled again! I must have looked a sight, standing there huffing and puffing, totally naked except for my hood and chains.
I was drawing a huge crowd as people gathered around me. I recognized many of my sons’ friends as well and several adults.
“What do you have there, Angie,” someone asked of my girl captor.
“She’s my Halloween Slave,” she replied back laughing. “Do you like her?”
The crowd howled and cheered; many clapping their approval.
“SHE’S BEAUTIFUL”” someone yelled. “WHO IS SHE? DOES SHE GO TO SCHOOL HERE?”
“NO, MORE LIKE A TEACHER, MAYBE”
More laughter and whistling from the crowd.
“SHE’S NOT TEACHER HERE. NONE OF OUR TEACHERS LOOK THAT GOOD!”
Even my sons, who were standing nearby, laughed at that remark.
Then I saw man wearing a suit frantically pushing and working his way through the students in the crowd. I recognized him. It was the Principal of Jefferson High School, Mr. Edwards. Old man Edwards, the students called him. He was as strict as they came. I was in for it now. I was also afraid for my sons if he thought they were involved in this somehow.
All right, Angie Billingsley. Suppose you explain what is going here, and you explanation had better be good!” His voice literally commanded respect and something else . . . I think; more like fear. The entire crowd immediately quietened down.
That didn’t faze Angie though. She spoke up with confidence. Her self-assured posture led credence to her words as she answered her principal. “We are honored to present to you a very fine Performance Artist from the well acclaimed Rosemont School of Fine Arts. We found her plying her art a few streets over, and you are surely aware, this fine academy has their students performing at various places through the city tonight.”
Even I, through the eyeholes through my hood, could see the anger slowly draining from Mr. Edwards’ face.
Angie continued, “We kindly persuaded her to take her performance art to our school since she was so close by. Isn’t that right, guys?”
“Yes, we even escorted her here so she wouldn’t get lost.”
The principle leaned in closer and looked me directly into my eyes as if studying me, as my breathing quickened again, causing my hood to poof out and back in with every nervous breath. He just stood there for ages without saying a word looking into my eyes, as if this technique of his had served him well in discerning between a lie and the truth.
Finally, he asked me still looking into my eyes, with no emotion in his voice whatsoever, “Is that right? Are you a performance artist from the Rosemont School of Fine Arts?”
My only hope of pulling this off was staying in character so I simply nodded my head up and down several times in an exaggerated motion – much like I thought an actor would do then kept my gaze in his, waiting for him to make the next move.
A moment passed by then he slowly stood up. “Well, this is indeed an honor, everybody. I am so glad that Angie here was able to talk her into joining our festival.”
I gasped at the thought that I might actually get away with leaving here without being recognized.
“Angie, I admire your quick thinking to make this something we will all remember for a long time.” Mr. Edwards said in a pleasant tone. “But my dear, Angie, Look at this poor girl. You are suffocating her to death. Look at her!”
Angie obediently turned her head toward mine as her principal continued speaking, “Why poor, Mrs. Patterson here, is panting so hard she can barely catch her breath in this ridiculous hood with that chain wrapped around her neck.”
It took me a nanosecond to realize that he had just called out my name. HE HAD JUST CALLED OUT MY NAME IN FRONT OF EVERYBODY! HE KNEW WHO I WAS!
In a flash, he yanked the hood right off of my head and held it high like some sort of trophy as my boys shouted in unison, “MOM!!!??”
I screamed in a panic as best as I could through my duct tape gag and immediately started to pee right there in front of everybody. It was a gusher too. Then I started to feel faint and must have passed out to the sound of uproariously laughter.
When I came to, I was no longer fastened to the flagpole but people were still cheering and laughing. Perhaps I passed out from hyperventilating, I thought. Mr. Edwards gave the leash that was still around my naked ‘ol self to my eldest son and said rather loudly, “Take her home, boys. I think she has learned her lesson.” He then took hold of Angie’s arm and said, “While this one still has to learn hers.”
“But . . . But . . . How?” I whispered mostly to myself.
“How did I know it was you?” He asked. “I thought I might be you because of your deep blue eyes, but as I lingered in front of you, I became absolutely sure it was you because of your perfume. You are the only one who wears that brand that I know of. I HAD to be you.” He then gave me a seductive wink and added, “It is my favorite, you know, your perfume.”
THE END
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Tami Lynn’s Halloween Scare - Part 6
BY: Hooked6
The girl grabbed me by the arm, breaking the grip of the boys, and began steering me right towards my sons and a couple of their friends leaning on my car, who all seemingly were having a good time.
My heart began to beat faster as I realized that, like it or not, they were going to see their mother naked for the first time in their lives. I hoped with all my might that they wouldn’t recognize me. So far, the hood over my head seemed to have effectively shield my identity from the members of the PTA that I knew who saw me on the street earlier. I was sure, though, that someone would recognize me from my eyes through the two eye holes allowing me to see out, but apparently, they weren’t big enough to allow easy recognition. After all, in my town there weren’t that many people with such rich, deep blue eyes in this town. I was afraid people would guess that it’s me.
The crowd around my car suddenly stopped talking and my eldest son said, “What in the world . . .?”
The girl pulled me over to stand right in front of my son. I tried to bend over to try and hide as much of my body as I could, but the girl yanked my leash hard forcing me to stand up baring everything I had to the boys around my car.
I saw my two sons looking me over from top to bottom and back up again. I felt a bit faint when I realized they both had huge smiles on their faces! I was their mother for Pete’s sake. This was so wrong. Then another more horrible thought hit me as I looked at them - ‘what if they recognized me under this hood?’ I almost fell as my knees buckled from under me, but I was able to get ahold of myself in time from actually falling on the ground. Everyone laughed at this thinking that me losing my balance was funny.
The girl then asked, “Well, guys, what do you think?”
My eldest looked confused at the site of a naked woman with her arms effectively tied behind her back with a chain leash around my head covered with a pillow case around my head and mouth. “What is going on?” Are you kidnapping her or something? She doesn’t look very happy.”
“Silly boy,” the girl snapped back, “Don’t you like looking at naked women?”
“Well, yeah . . . but it’s not every day that . . .”
One of the other guys spoke up and explained, “She is a performance artist from the Rosemont School of Fine Arts. Didn’t you see that article in the paper. They supposedly have them all over town tonight in honor of Halloween. We found her zip-tied to a chain link fence the next block over, but it was too dark for her to be seen adequately so we are taking her someplace more suitable for her talents. Best artist we have seen so far.”
My son looked me over carefully again as if trying to appreciate my “art.”
“So, what is she supposed to be exactly?”
“We have no idea,” the girl said, “But we figured maybe a Damsel in Distress, or possibly a Hostage of some kind, but at any rate, she needs to be somewhere where lots of people can see her.”
“Man, she is sure dedicated to her art to be seen naked and chained up like that in public. And just look how nervous she is. Great acting skills. She’s shaking life a leaf! I’ll bet, if we take that hood off of her we’d see that she’s really blushing.”
I screamed as loud as I could but all that came out was a muffled, “MppphhHHHHHHH!” I shook my head back and forth hoping they’d understand I was saying “NO” but they all just laughed at me!
“See, she should be on TV on some show. She has talent.” The girl said enthusiastically.
I let out a sigh of relief realizing that maybe I had I had dodged a bullet and my identity was safe for the time being.
One of my son’s friends asked, “So, where are you taking her? To be better seen, I mean.”
“We thought we would take her to the high school stadium just up the road and tie her to the flag pole. There’s a football game tonight that should be letting out soon. The flagpole is all lit up at night; should be perfect to highlight her art.”
“PERFECT!” my youngest son exclaimed. The game is over already but they are having a Fright Night festival around the stadium grounds that just started.”
“My mom said we had to check back at the car at 10pm but game ran long and she isn’t here. We are missing all the fun.” My eldest son lamented. “She always ruins everything.”
“I’m, sure she is looking for you at the festival. Why don’t you leave her a note on the windshield then you can come with us. You might find her there.”
“Good idea!” my eldest said and began writing a note on a piece of paper and then stuck it under one of the windshield wipers and off we went heading towards the bright lights of the stadium being led by that girl captor of mine.
As we walked along, several of the guys behind me kept groping my but and even a few braver ones ran their fingers along my slit, which was even wetter than ever now wondering if one of those hands or fingers belonged to one my sons. I didn’t have to wonder long as I heard my youngest exclaim, “DAMN, this bitch sure is wet! She must really like being a Damsel in Distress, or whatever the hell she is.”
If I could talk, I’d give him such a lecture, ‘Where did ever he learn to talk like that!’ I wondered to myself. Then I felt another finger slide up inside me as I was walking and I yelled. “EEkkkkkPPPHH” at the intrusion. That had better not be my son’s finger! Of course, my vaginal muscles involuntarily tightened around the finger sending marvelous sensations up my pelvis and up my spine no matter whose finger it was.
All too soon, we arrived at the stadium and I could see the flagpole looming a short distance up ahead surrounded by many booths selling all sort of things from food and drinks to school merch and jerseys and even some with carnival games. Students were everywhere, most in costumes. So much for me being in a quiet corner of the stadium. THIS was where the action was.
My captors led me to the flagpole and the chain leash was wrapped around my body and the flagpole several times and ultimately, a boy produced a padlock securing in place.
My heart was racing so fast I thought I was running a marathon, yet I was standing still, daring not to move a muscle. My breathing was rapid causing the pillowcase covering my head to puff out away from my face a little every time I exhaled only to draw back inward when I inhaled again! I must have looked a sight, standing there huffing and puffing, totally naked except for my hood and chains.
I was drawing a huge crowd as people gathered around me. I recognized many of my sons’ friends as well and several adults.
“What do you have there, Angie,” someone asked of my girl captor.
“She’s my Halloween Slave,” she replied back laughing. “Do you like her?”
The crowd howled and cheered; many clapping their approval.
“SHE’S BEAUTIFUL”” someone yelled. “WHO IS SHE? DOES SHE GO TO SCHOOL HERE?”
“NO, MORE LIKE A TEACHER, MAYBE”
More laughter and whistling from the crowd.
“SHE’S NOT TEACHER HERE. NONE OF OUR TEACHERS LOOK THAT GOOD!”
Even my sons, who were standing nearby, laughed at that remark.
Then I saw man wearing a suit frantically pushing and working his way through the students in the crowd. I recognized him. It was the Principal of Jefferson High School, Mr. Edwards. Old man Edwards, the students called him. He was as strict as they came. I was in for it now. I was also afraid for my sons if he thought they were involved in this somehow.
All right, Angie Billingsley. Suppose you explain what is going here, and you explanation had better be good!” His voice literally commanded respect and something else . . . I think; more like fear. The entire crowd immediately quietened down.
That didn’t faze Angie though. She spoke up with confidence. Her self-assured posture led credence to her words as she answered her principal. “We are honored to present to you a very fine Performance Artist from the well acclaimed Rosemont School of Fine Arts. We found her plying her art a few streets over, and you are surely aware, this fine academy has their students performing at various places through the city tonight.”
Even I, through the eyeholes through my hood, could see the anger slowly draining from Mr. Edwards’ face.
Angie continued, “We kindly persuaded her to take her performance art to our school since she was so close by. Isn’t that right, guys?”
“Yes, we even escorted her here so she wouldn’t get lost.”
The principle leaned in closer and looked me directly into my eyes as if studying me, as my breathing quickened again, causing my hood to poof out and back in with every nervous breath. He just stood there for ages without saying a word looking into my eyes, as if this technique of his had served him well in discerning between a lie and the truth.
Finally, he asked me still looking into my eyes, with no emotion in his voice whatsoever, “Is that right? Are you a performance artist from the Rosemont School of Fine Arts?”
My only hope of pulling this off was staying in character so I simply nodded my head up and down several times in an exaggerated motion – much like I thought an actor would do then kept my gaze in his, waiting for him to make the next move.
A moment passed by then he slowly stood up. “Well, this is indeed an honor, everybody. I am so glad that Angie here was able to talk her into joining our festival.”
I gasped at the thought that I might actually get away with leaving here without being recognized.
“Angie, I admire your quick thinking to make this something we will all remember for a long time.” Mr. Edwards said in a pleasant tone. “But my dear, Angie, Look at this poor girl. You are suffocating her to death. Look at her!”
Angie obediently turned her head toward mine as her principal continued speaking, “Why poor, Mrs. Patterson here, is panting so hard she can barely catch her breath in this ridiculous hood with that chain wrapped around her neck.”
It took me a nanosecond to realize that he had just called out my name. HE HAD JUST CALLED OUT MY NAME IN FRONT OF EVERYBODY! HE KNEW WHO I WAS!
In a flash, he yanked the hood right off of my head and held it high like some sort of trophy as my boys shouted in unison, “MOM!!!??”
I screamed in a panic as best as I could through my duct tape gag and immediately started to pee right there in front of everybody. It was a gusher too. Then I started to feel faint and must have passed out to the sound of uproariously laughter.
When I came to, I was no longer fastened to the flagpole but people were still cheering and laughing. Perhaps I passed out from hyperventilating, I thought. Mr. Edwards gave the leash that was still around my naked ‘ol self to my eldest son and said rather loudly, “Take her home, boys. I think she has learned her lesson.” He then took hold of Angie’s arm and said, “While this one still has to learn hers.”
“But . . . But . . . How?” I whispered mostly to myself.
“How did I know it was you?” He asked. “I thought I might be you because of your deep blue eyes, but as I lingered in front of you, I became absolutely sure it was you because of your perfume. You are the only one who wears that brand that I know of. I HAD to be you.” He then gave me a seductive wink and added, “It is my favorite, you know, your perfume.”
THE END
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jastes22
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Re: Tami Lynn's Halloween Scare
I enjoyed the story. Now that her identity has been revealed, perhaps it’s time for a public punishment.
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Great story, thanks!
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