Ashley’s Halloween Fright Night by Hooked6 Copyright October 2013 by Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com) all rights reserved. Chapter 4 I carefully looked over at the staircase expecting to see another 6 or so students being escorted to tour my dungeon. Instead the people just kept coming, ten . . . twelve . . . fifteen . . . twenty . . . my Gosh, how many people was she bringing down?! Most of them were students in my son’s class, none of which I recognized. Then I saw him – RYAN, my son!! He was in the group Becky was leading down the stairs! Oh please, no! I screamed silently to myself. She couldn’t! She wouldn’t!! ““Imagine yourself a prisoner in the dungeon of terrors waiting whatever fate that was to be your destiny,” I heard Becky say in what was now becoming a familiar mantra, “Pain, suffering, HUMILIATION . . . just imagine how you’d feel, trapped and unable to escape.” Yeah, I could picture it. I was trapped and unable to escape. I didn’t need to imagine anything! I needed a plan and I needed to think of it fast! But what could I do? I could put my foot down and demand to be set free, but, with my son in the crowd I’d embarrass him to no end in front of his peers. I’d never be able to repair the damage if I chose that option. Maybe Becky wouldn’t take things so far. Perhaps what happened last time was one of those opportunities that just presented itself – an unplanned accident. That girl who turned the wheel wasn’t in this group so Becky couldn’t possibly use that same routine to expose me. Oh who was I kidding? I saw the gleam in Becky’s eyes as she began turning the wheel the first time uncovering my breasts. She had something up her sleeve, I just knew it. Then I saw something else that threw me into a panic – two of my neighbors, Bob and Frank. They were both my age and rather good-looking as well. Could this day get any worse? That was the last straw. I HAD to try and get out of this before I was really in too deep that I’d never get out. Embarrassing Ryan in front of his classmates was a bad move, but there was no way my son and my neighbors were going to see me naked! Then I heard Becky heading my way. “Ryan’s mom put a lot of thought and research into this exhibit and she is very proud of the result – so much so that she is putting EVERYTHING she has into making this tour VERY realistic so, to honor her efforts, I ask you to clear your minds of any prejudices and personal bias that you might have and try to get into the mindset that you are back in medieval times. Mrs. P is playing the role of an historical artist just for you and has put herself into this piece of performance art to educate and enhance your experience.” Becky had just pulled the rug right out from under me. If I made a scene now I’D be in a situation that I couldn’t explain without making me look like I was some kind of perverted woman. She trapped me in more ways than one. “Now if everyone would step over here to the rack you’ll discover one of the most insidious devices ever created. It looks harmless enough but its design was such that its effects weren’t readily noticed until it was too late.” I saw people gathering around the table completely encircling me. “Hello, neighbor,” Frank said as he winked at me and stood next to my head with a huge grin on his face. Having him speak to me while I was in such a vulnerable position made me very uncomfortable. Did he know what was going to happen, I wondered. “Mom? What’s going on?” my son asked obviously totally confused. All I could do was look at him in silence as truthfully I didn’t really know what was going to happen. “Back in medieval times, torture was conducted to extract information, reform a person of their evil ways, cast out demons that might possess a person’s soul or to punish the perpetrator of a crime. This horrific device was known as the rack and it’s designed to inflict pain upon the victim by stretching their limbs from their sockets.” Several people gasped as they stared with utter fascination at my towel clad torso and the device holding me fast. Becky became even more animated than before and continued her monolog. I think I was as entranced as the crowd listening to her. “Of course pain was only ONE of the tools available to the tormentor. CLICK, CLICK, CLICK . . . Becky began slowly turning the wheel starting my towel slowly along its trek down my chest and my eventual exposure. I screamed! I couldn’t help it. The crowd assumed it was because the rack was stretching my extremities and I was in pain. I saw several students shudder and take a step back. “Humiliation was often employed as well to break the prisoner’s will and eventually submit to those in authority over her. Merely inflicting pain but leaving a person’s will intact was useless.” CLICK, CLICK, CLICK . . . the top of my breasts came into view and pretty much every one noticed. “OH PLEASE STOP!! I can’t take this anymore. STOP IT!” I cried. A couple of girls wrapped themselves in an embrace as if to shield themselves from any harm as people often do at a horror movie. Others began to smile, including my neighbors who stared intently at my body. “As I said, humiliation was often employed to break the prisoner’s will and submit to those in authority over her. “ CLICK, CLICK, CLICK . . . The towel slipped slowly down my breasts revealing my nipples to the crowd. All I could do was whimper. “To that end, victims were often punished naked, STRIPPING away any shred of dignity.” CLICK, CLICK, CLICK, CLICK, CLICK, CLICK, CLICK . . . Becky continued to rapidly turn the wheel now and EVERYONE watched as more and more of my body came into view. There was no pause at my pelvis this time either. Becky made sure of that. She kept turning the wheel in an exaggerated fashion until I was completely naked and the towel was wrapped around the wheel. “Ooohhhhh,” the crowd gasped collectively followed immediately by nervous laughter – especially from the students who weren’t sure they were supposed to be seeing what they were seeing. The most maddening part was the looks in the eyes of all the people ogling me: delight, surprise, sensuality, empathy, scorn, apprehension but most of all, pleasure. Then I spotted my son. He was looking right at me!! His eyes followed my every curve taking it all in. I couldn’t read him at all. If he was ashamed of me, I couldn’t tell. But I was – ashamed that is, embarrassed and most DEFINITELY humiliated. Every intimate secret that my body held was now out in the open. It was horrifying. Then, it got worse. I realized that I was getting wet, VERY wet and when that happens it’s pretty obvious. Even my husband points out how horny I get when he manages to get me excited. He takes great pleasure in it. But now, EVERYONE was going to tell that I was aroused by all this at a time when it was most inappropriate for me to be in that state – in front of my son and neighbors no less. I wanted to just die! “See the look of terror in the victim as her last vestige of dignity has been stripped away. Look at her face and see the shame and apprehension in her eyes. She is weakening and desperate to cry out for this to end and she hasn’t even experienced the pain of the rack yet! Are you feeling a bit humiliated, Mrs. P?” Much to my chagrin, I nodded my head as 40 sets of eyes looked directly into mine. “She is at the point now that she might, just MIGHT submit her will to that of her tormentor. Most of here would do the same. Think about that for a moment. Would anyone here want to trade places with Ryan’s mom and experience the power of being forcibly stripped in front of strangers. Anyone . . .” she paused as she looked around the room to a mass of shaking heads. “Anyone at all? I’m sure Mrs. P would gladly welcome the opportunity to be spared what is to come.” “YES, SOMEONE PLEASE, take my place, “I cried as I looked around the room in desperate hope that others might join in and relieve me. I wouldn’t feel nearly as bad if this became a group effort. Being the only naked person in a room full of strangers was very demeaning. Amid the silence, one cute girl from the back of the crowd spoke up timidly, “I’ll do it . . . if Ryan does it with me.” Becky shot her a look of loathing that even I could see from my restricted position. Oh this wasn’t good, not good at all. “Go on Ryan,” several of his buddies said egging him on. “We want to see Tiffany naked!”