Tied Up on Halloween - Again (?/f, m/f, ?/mff) part 19
Posted: Sat Oct 26, 2019 5:32 am
This is a sequel to a story I submitted for last year's Halloween story contest. You can read it here:
Found Guilty of Witchcraft
The sequel picks up a year later …
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Tied Up on Halloween - Again, part 1
I was reading in my bedroom when my brother knocked.
"So, Carly, ... I was wondering ..."
"What is it, Eddy? Spit it out."
"Remember last year when I tied you up?"
"Uh, yeah. How could I forget? You tied me to the flagpole - and left me there! For three hours!"
"Yeah, I'm so, so sorry about that. It was kind of an accident. I untied the knot, but I didn't realize the rope would ..."
"I know, Eddy. We've been through all this. You apologized profusely, and I accepted. Why are you bringing this up now? That was a year ago."
"Well, ... I was wondering ... if I could tie you up again?" he said as he pulled a new package of rope out of the bag he was carrying.
"WHAT? Are you crazy? Why?"
"Oh ... I don't know. I just thought it would be fun."
"Fun? Fun for you maybe! I was miserable."
"You even admitted later that night that it had been kind of fun, remember?"
"Well, yeah, it was kind of exciting. But it's not something I ever want to do again. Trick or Treaters kept walking by and taunting me. I was getting so cold!
"Oh, I wouldn't tie you up outside this time. You would be in the comfort of your own bedroom ..."
"So you think it would be OK with me just because I would be inside instead?"
He looked so dejected that I felt I needed to soften my rejection a little.
"Look, Eddy, you're a great brother. You were so nice to me after you found out I had been tied to the flagpole for hours. I just really don't want to be tied up ever again. Maybe you could find someone else to tie up?"
"It's OK. Sorry, it was a really dumb idea. Please forget I ever asked. I'm such an asshole."
"No, Eddy, you're not," I said, giving him a hug.
He was obviously very embarrassed and wanted to leave. "Wait - don't forget your rope."
"Keep it," he said. "Or return it to the store. The receipt's in the bag. I won't be needing it after all."
I tossed the bag with the rope into the back of my closet and forgot about it.
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A couple of weeks later …
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"I think our house is haunted," I said to my parents as we were eating breakfast.
My parents obviously thought I was joking. "What makes you think so, Carly?" my mom asked.
"Little things. Like, when I lose something, it mysteriously reappears after awhile."
My dad was trying not to laugh. "Well, at least it's a harmless ghost. In fact, it sounds like that ghost is pretty benevolent."
"That's not all. I sometimes feel like I'm being watched. Sometimes I can even feel it move past me, really fast."
"Oh, sweetie, you've been watching too many scary movies. Your mind is playing tricks on you. There's no such things as ghosts," my ever-practical dad replied. I wasn't so convinced. A few days later I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that our house was haunted.
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October 31
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I'm dressed up as a witch for Halloween. Yes, I know what you're thinking - how unoriginal. I was a witch last year too. But now I'm fifteen, and a little more mature looking, if you know what I mean. I'm going for a more "sexy witch" look. It's probably a good thing my parents are out-of-town until tomorrow, since they probably wouldn't approve. The top is a little more revealing than last year's, and the skirt is a little shorter too. Oh, who am I kidding - it's a lot shorter! A pair of black opaque tights complete the outfit. Well, almost. A cute pair of black ankle boots will go on last, but I haven't put them on yet. I look in the full-length mirror on my closet door. Oh yeah! I look hot. I will definitely get some attention from some of the guys at the party.
I came back to my bedroom after using the bathroom, and was surprised to find Eddy's rope lying on my bed. The package of rope had been opened, and the rope had been cut into sections, each of which had been neatly coiled.
"Very funny, Eddy!" I yelled into the hallway. I marched up to Eddy's bedroom door and pounded on it. "I told you I wasn't interested in being tied up! Take your rope back."
No answer. Wait a minute. Eddy wasn't home. I saw him leave. I was alone in the house. What the heck is going on?
I walked back to my room and looked at the sections of rope. I reached out to start picking them up, when the first one I was reaching for disappeared! I'm not kidding! It simply disappeared, right in front of my eyes. I must be losing my mind …
WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH
I tripped. It felt like my feet had become tangled up in something, and I dropped to my knees. I felt a sudden pressure around my ankles. I pulled myself up and sat on the edge of the bed and bent down to extricate my feet from whatever it was I had tripped on. What I saw shocked me to the core. HOLY CRAP. The section of rope that had disappeared when I reached for it was now wrapped around my ankles. Not in a "oh no I stepped into a coil of rope and tripped myself" kind of way. No. It was a "someone has tied my ankles together" kind of way. In spite of having been done in a fraction of a second, the rope was coiled very neatly and tightly around my ankles and cinched. There was a knot. There was no way this was an accident. Someone … something … had tied my ankles together. I wiggled my stockinged feet, but there was no give in the rope.
Barely audible laughter
What the HELL was that? I became frantic. I swung my feet up on the bed and bent forward to try to untie my ankles …
WHOOSH
It felt like a gust of wind knocked me over onto my stomach.
WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH
No! NOOOOOO! My hands were tied behind my back! Like, one second they weren't, and literally one second later, there was rope around my wrists.
Barely audible laughter
No! Is it the ghost I told my parents about? OOOOOHHH NO!
"Please, whoever you are, please untie me!"
WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH
My knees! In the blink of an eye, rope was tied tightly around my legs just above my knees.
"Why are you doing this? Please, no! Let me go!"
WHOOSH WHOOSH WOOSH
I wailed in shock and fear. My elbows were now tightly tied together! No, this must be a dream. A nightmare! I was tightly trussed up, and no one was home to help me. I willed myself to awaken from this terrible dream, but I knew it was really happening.
I squirmed around on the bed and saw that there was one more section of rope. Oh no. NO NO No …
"Please don't," I begged, tears rolling down my cheeks.
WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH
ghostly laughter
To be continued (unfortunately for me) ...
Found Guilty of Witchcraft
The sequel picks up a year later …
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Tied Up on Halloween - Again, part 1
I was reading in my bedroom when my brother knocked.
"So, Carly, ... I was wondering ..."
"What is it, Eddy? Spit it out."
"Remember last year when I tied you up?"
"Uh, yeah. How could I forget? You tied me to the flagpole - and left me there! For three hours!"
"Yeah, I'm so, so sorry about that. It was kind of an accident. I untied the knot, but I didn't realize the rope would ..."
"I know, Eddy. We've been through all this. You apologized profusely, and I accepted. Why are you bringing this up now? That was a year ago."
"Well, ... I was wondering ... if I could tie you up again?" he said as he pulled a new package of rope out of the bag he was carrying.
"WHAT? Are you crazy? Why?"
"Oh ... I don't know. I just thought it would be fun."
"Fun? Fun for you maybe! I was miserable."
"You even admitted later that night that it had been kind of fun, remember?"
"Well, yeah, it was kind of exciting. But it's not something I ever want to do again. Trick or Treaters kept walking by and taunting me. I was getting so cold!
"Oh, I wouldn't tie you up outside this time. You would be in the comfort of your own bedroom ..."
"So you think it would be OK with me just because I would be inside instead?"
He looked so dejected that I felt I needed to soften my rejection a little.
"Look, Eddy, you're a great brother. You were so nice to me after you found out I had been tied to the flagpole for hours. I just really don't want to be tied up ever again. Maybe you could find someone else to tie up?"
"It's OK. Sorry, it was a really dumb idea. Please forget I ever asked. I'm such an asshole."
"No, Eddy, you're not," I said, giving him a hug.
He was obviously very embarrassed and wanted to leave. "Wait - don't forget your rope."
"Keep it," he said. "Or return it to the store. The receipt's in the bag. I won't be needing it after all."
I tossed the bag with the rope into the back of my closet and forgot about it.
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A couple of weeks later …
********************************
"I think our house is haunted," I said to my parents as we were eating breakfast.
My parents obviously thought I was joking. "What makes you think so, Carly?" my mom asked.
"Little things. Like, when I lose something, it mysteriously reappears after awhile."
My dad was trying not to laugh. "Well, at least it's a harmless ghost. In fact, it sounds like that ghost is pretty benevolent."
"That's not all. I sometimes feel like I'm being watched. Sometimes I can even feel it move past me, really fast."
"Oh, sweetie, you've been watching too many scary movies. Your mind is playing tricks on you. There's no such things as ghosts," my ever-practical dad replied. I wasn't so convinced. A few days later I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that our house was haunted.
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October 31
************************
I'm dressed up as a witch for Halloween. Yes, I know what you're thinking - how unoriginal. I was a witch last year too. But now I'm fifteen, and a little more mature looking, if you know what I mean. I'm going for a more "sexy witch" look. It's probably a good thing my parents are out-of-town until tomorrow, since they probably wouldn't approve. The top is a little more revealing than last year's, and the skirt is a little shorter too. Oh, who am I kidding - it's a lot shorter! A pair of black opaque tights complete the outfit. Well, almost. A cute pair of black ankle boots will go on last, but I haven't put them on yet. I look in the full-length mirror on my closet door. Oh yeah! I look hot. I will definitely get some attention from some of the guys at the party.
I came back to my bedroom after using the bathroom, and was surprised to find Eddy's rope lying on my bed. The package of rope had been opened, and the rope had been cut into sections, each of which had been neatly coiled.
"Very funny, Eddy!" I yelled into the hallway. I marched up to Eddy's bedroom door and pounded on it. "I told you I wasn't interested in being tied up! Take your rope back."
No answer. Wait a minute. Eddy wasn't home. I saw him leave. I was alone in the house. What the heck is going on?
I walked back to my room and looked at the sections of rope. I reached out to start picking them up, when the first one I was reaching for disappeared! I'm not kidding! It simply disappeared, right in front of my eyes. I must be losing my mind …
WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH
I tripped. It felt like my feet had become tangled up in something, and I dropped to my knees. I felt a sudden pressure around my ankles. I pulled myself up and sat on the edge of the bed and bent down to extricate my feet from whatever it was I had tripped on. What I saw shocked me to the core. HOLY CRAP. The section of rope that had disappeared when I reached for it was now wrapped around my ankles. Not in a "oh no I stepped into a coil of rope and tripped myself" kind of way. No. It was a "someone has tied my ankles together" kind of way. In spite of having been done in a fraction of a second, the rope was coiled very neatly and tightly around my ankles and cinched. There was a knot. There was no way this was an accident. Someone … something … had tied my ankles together. I wiggled my stockinged feet, but there was no give in the rope.
Barely audible laughter
What the HELL was that? I became frantic. I swung my feet up on the bed and bent forward to try to untie my ankles …
WHOOSH
It felt like a gust of wind knocked me over onto my stomach.
WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH
No! NOOOOOO! My hands were tied behind my back! Like, one second they weren't, and literally one second later, there was rope around my wrists.
Barely audible laughter
No! Is it the ghost I told my parents about? OOOOOHHH NO!
"Please, whoever you are, please untie me!"
WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH
My knees! In the blink of an eye, rope was tied tightly around my legs just above my knees.
"Why are you doing this? Please, no! Let me go!"
WHOOSH WHOOSH WOOSH
I wailed in shock and fear. My elbows were now tightly tied together! No, this must be a dream. A nightmare! I was tightly trussed up, and no one was home to help me. I willed myself to awaken from this terrible dream, but I knew it was really happening.
I squirmed around on the bed and saw that there was one more section of rope. Oh no. NO NO No …
"Please don't," I begged, tears rolling down my cheeks.
WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH
ghostly laughter
To be continued (unfortunately for me) ...