(A Sequel Of Sorts For A New Haunt)
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"I'm here," Brandy bubbled as she came through the old farmhouse door.
God, she had waiting for this all year. Halloween had always been a magical time of year for her, with goblins and graveyards and haunted houses transforming neighborhoods into ghastly haunts. But last Halloween transformed it into something more wondrous than she had possibly dreamed of.
Last Halloween, within the very walls where she was now standing, Brandy was introduced into the world bondage.
It had been a misunderstanding that had at first terrified Brandy, but after her first orgasm while being bound, she became addicted. It didn't take her long to get up-to-speed about strapados and frog-ties and safe words. Now leather manacles and rubber ball gags were part of her toy box beneath her bed at home.
This Halloween the blonde dressed herself in a very tight-fitting angel's costume; resplendent with white fishnet stockings, four-inch heels and a pair of delicate angel wings. The white opera gloves she had bought separately as well as the glittery halo. She was just about as picture perfect as an erotic angel could be.
It was a shame, really, to mess it up with a few bloody stains.
Aside from bondage, the 'Body Farm' haunted house had become her other passion. Her boyfriend had dropped her for some other blonde that had milder sexual desires so the bondage club and its fund-raisers had become her refuge outside of work. The club members more than fulfilled her needs and they also provided her with a family of sorts; A wonderfully perverse family who understood her desires and limits.
The members listened to her ideas as she tried to explain how she felt when she first was exploring the old farmhouse last year. It was like one was one of those stupid teens investigating one of the favorite hunting spots of a maniac. And they actually listened to Brandy and took some of ideas and transformed them into a gore-staged reality, including a nightmare of a maze in the cornfield out back.
"God, you look even better than you did last Halloween," Grant said, his dark eyes grinning as his eyes caressed Brandy's six-foot frame.
"Thanks, and you look as maniacal as usual," Brandy smiled.
And Grant did, his well-muscled frame was costumed again in a bloody pair of bib overalls and his plaid shirt sleeves were soaked in red. Grant never really forgave himself for what happened last Halloween until Brandy let him tie her up again in the privacy of her apartment, where she thanked him in more intimate ways for accidently introducing her into this erotic world of ligotage.
"So what do you have planned for me?" Brandy asked lasciviously licking her lips.
"Something very special," a woman said from behind.
Brandy turned to see Cindy, the brunette she first saw hogtied on the dining room table. She was dressed as a rather slinky, Addams family-like witch.
"Does your husband know where you are?" Brandy grinned and hugged her.
"I think so," Cindy replied. Her husband was the one that owned the old farmhouse that the club now called home.
"Where is he?" Brandy asked.
"Not really sure, but I am sure he is doing something he thinks is important. So how are you doing?"
"Hanging in there."
Cindy nodded, "Things usually change for the better, girl-friend. Now let's go see what my husband and Grant have planned for you to do."
Brandy followed Cindy and Grant out to the weathered, gothic-looking barn. The October sun was still out, silhouetting the structure, but not for much longer. Sunset was just an hour or so away. The cool air smelled of autumn and harvests. It was going to be a great opening night for the house.
Inside the barn was bathed in red and gold lights and several tattered black curtains sealed off the different parts of the place. An old hay wagon was parked just inside, littered with a few bloodied bodies of would-be trick-or-treaters. A bloody axe and rip-saw lay close by while another fake victim dangled from the rafters, ready to be rendered into hamburger.
Brandy continued to follow the pair through a narrow corridor of curtains to the back of the barn. There, under an old army-surplus tent, were several coffins and a couple of fresh graves dug into the earth. One coffin held a headless teenage corpse. Others were closed. Grant stopped at a stack of the caskets, the top one having its lid open.
"You pulled coffin duty tonight," Grant smiled, "Lucky you."
Brandy looked at the plain pinewood box crestfallen, "You mean I get to play a corpse all night?"
"No, it's much more than that," Grant smiled.
Then, with the speed of two ravenous jaguars, both Grant and Cindy pounced on Brandy. The blonde let out a scream, but it was quickly muffled by a foam Nerf ball being crammed between her teeth. As Brandy struggled in Grants grip, Cindy quickly cinched Brandy's wrists in front and tied them tightly together. The brunette repeated the process with the blonde's ankles, making her unable to really put up any kind of struggle.
"Now, girl-friend, you can make this easy or you can make this hard or you can stop it all right here and I will take your place inside this coffin," Cindy said, looking into the blonde's eyes, "Do you want us to stop?"
Brandy paused a moment. She really hadn't expected to be bound up tonight, even though she was an attractive blonde in the company of bondage aficionados. But it might be fun, being on display while struggling in her bindings.
The blonde shook her head no.
"Are you going to give us any problems getting you into the coffin?"
Brandy smiled around her gag and nodded yes, renewing her struggles even harder than before.
"Thought so," Cindy said as she went to grab Brandy's roped ankles, pulling them out from under her.
The blonde girl screamed anew as Grant held the struggling angel underneath her arms and Cindy her legs, lifting Brandy up into the box. As she was plopped in, Brandy noticed several eye-bolts anchored in the casket's sides. With another coil of rope, the brunette lashed Brandy's ankles to the foot of the coffin.
After making sure that their captive's legs were fully pinned, Cindy helped Grant pull Brandy's wrists up and in back of her head. Quickly Cindy undid another coil of rope and draped it over the back of Brandy's neck, running both ends under her arm and tying the end off behind her back just beneath her ruffled wings to form a harness of rope. Another sort length of rope lashed Brandy's wrists to the harness; her hands pinned behind her neck.
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