BowPi’s Halloween: Part Five
By Victor Von Doum
STORE OPEN
Just as Penelope throws out this latest threat, the sounds of footsteps appear at the top of the stairs. They begin walking down the stairs together, methodically, as if in unison, making them sound like one heavy pair. “Shit, who the hell is it?” Penelope thinks. Thinking quickly of who she knows who could make such a large clonking sound on the stairs, she realizes who it could be and calls out:
“Dewey, that you?”
From their position in the storeroom, Heather, Stef, and Penelope watch the steps walk down the stair; the three booted babes hold their breath, especially Stef, as she is worrying both about Amy’s fate and her own immediate one. The women hold their collective breath for a moment until they notice a pair of chocolate brown equestrienne boots walking side-by-side with a pair of two-toned—dark brown foot, tan upper, with dark brown bootstraps and top accenting—expensive Lucchese cowgirl boots.
“Not exactly,” both Erica and Amy reply together, then giggling at their unintended joint response.
“You! And you!” Penelope, enraged, first yells as Amy, then Erica. “How the fuck did you get free…?” Penelope begins to ask before stopping. Adopting a more confident and bitchy tone, she continues, “Oh, well, really, it doesn’t matter, since I’M the one here with the gun, now does it?”
Amy interjects, “Uh, YEAH, it kinda does, Penny. Don’t you remember you told me the gun wasn’t loaded? That I’d fallen for the oldest trick in the book? You know, right after you molested me back in Jim’s room?”
Stef, ever protective of her younger sister, walks over to Penelope, who knows she can’t bluff her way by using the gun now. “Gun’s not loaded, eh? Well, what a coincidence: neither am I!” as she smacks Penelope hard across the face, first backhanded across her right cheek, then palm-slapped across her left. “Ugggh!” she reacts, falling into the pile of boxes. She knows her only hope lies in Dewey or her boyfriend Charles actually arriving.
“That’s for fucking with my sister! And the other one is for fucking Zach!” Stef proclaims. “Girls, let’s make her comfortable. Erica, pick up her bag o’ tricks right there. Penelope, get your ass up.” Penelope complies.
“Walk your ass over to that metal pole, the one facing your pal Heather over there. Take a good look at her, if you want to see what’s in store for you.” Penelope hesitates a bit, too arrogant to follow every one of Stef’s orders.
“I said move it!” Stef yells. “Erica, Amy, help the bitch find the right pole.” As Erica and Amy approach, Penelope mutters, “Ok, ok,” and moves over to the round metal pole about ten feet across the floor from Heather.
“OK, who ties the best knots here?” Stef asks the other women.
“Well, certainly NOT Penelope,” Amy interjects. “Not by how easy it was for me to get out of them!” Giggles abound, but not from Penelope, who shoots her an icy glare.
“Good point, Ames, but Penelope won’t be conducting any self-bondage here tonight. How about since Penelope bound and gagged both Amy and me by herself, and also forced me to tie Erica up, we all take turns on her? You know, to see who can tie the tightest ropes and best knots? Oh yeah, gags too of course.”
“Good idea,” Erica adds.
“Amy, would you like the first crack?” Stef offers, pausing for a moment before the three women grin and giggle a bit at her unintended double-entendre. “You should. She’s tied you up two times, after all. Maybe you should get to tie twice as many ropes!”
“Hey sure, why not, thanks,” Amy responds before turning to Penelope: “Penny: hands behind your back, behind the pole: cross your wrists!” Penelope complies as Amy begins tying her, telling everyone there, “I reckon we’ll go the exact way that Penelope pole-tied me in the barn last month. You cool with that, Penny?” Penelope grimaces and musters a fake laugh, “Heh!” knowing full well her current position doesn’t allow her any negotiation. Still, she musters a defiant threat,
“When Dewey and Charles get down here, you bitches are in for the ride of your lives!”
“I think you mean ‘IF,’ Penny. Your brickhead buddy Dewey is busy working and Charles, well he’s probably found some other bitch to suck him off. If I had to guess, that bitch would be Heather, but she’s a bit tied up right now.”
“Fuck you!”
“Funny…”Amy pauses, “I really think we’ve covered this subject already tonight,” Amy announces as she grabs Penelope’s gym bag o’ tricks, moves behind the pole, takes out a section of cotton rope, and starts tying Penelope’s wrists together, just above her gloves.
“Ow! Too tight!” Penelope protests. Amy sighs, annoyed by Penelope’s whines. Penelope kicks her boot heels up and down on the floor in anger, making clomping sounds on the vinyl tiles.
“Stef, Erica, would you take care of our little filly’s kickipoo problem please?” Amy directs.
“Thought you’d never ask!” Stef replies, as Erica moves to kneel-straddle Penelope’s lower thighs, the same way that Penelope had straddled Amy’s face not too long before. Erica moves in, warning Penelope,
“Don’t even think about bucking me, sister. Saw you limping on your left knee, so any motion from you and I’m pile-driving onto it, got it?”
Penelope’s legs now immobilized, Amy grabs a cord of new white cotton rope from Penelope’s gym bag and throws to Stef, asking her older sister, “Tie them fancy boots good now, ya hear?”
Stef supplies a knowing glance to her younger sister and begins wrapping the ropes around Penelope’s ankles, digging hard into the new inlayed boot-shafts, pressing them inward onto Penelope’s shins.
“Pffft!” Penelope sizzles, as Stef completes the ankle roping with a crisp knot in front.
“OK, Stef, now run a rope around those ropes. I’ve got an idea,” Amy tells her.
“’An idea?’” Penelope snottily retorts.
“Yeah, ‘an idea,’ Penny, you bitch. That pipe running between the joists reminds me a lot of the rafters in the barn from last month: a bit too low in comparison, but it’ll do.” Penelope remembers how she used a rafter in the barn to pull Amy up the pole she’d tied her to, by attaching a rope to the boob-harness she’d fashioned for Amy; Penelope pulled that long rope from the opposite side of the rafter to get Amy moved up the pole. Amy had to push off the heels and soles of her red cowgirl boots to push herself upright. To
“Wow, Penelope, these white ropes really compliment your white pattern boot inlays and really contrast with the black leather. It’s as if you’d chosen them yourself. Did you PLAN for us to tie you up?” Stef giggles as she finishes running these new ropes around Penelope’s ankle-ropes, pulling the rope out and tying the far ends of that rope together. Erica gets up, with her brown leather equestrienne boots rubbing against Penelope’s chocolate brown leather pants in the process, creating a couple squeaking sounds.
“Fuck you,” Penelope calmly replies.
“Again with the mouth,” Stef comments.
Sensing time pressure, Amy interjects, “OK, Stef, now throw that rope over that metal pipe then go to the other side. Watch out for cheery’s white kickers over there,” Amy warns Stef not to step on Heather’s boots. Heather, looking on silently gagged and tightly tied, moves her bound legs away from the spot where Stef is moving.
“OK now, Stef, pull Penny’s legs upwards. It’ll give us a better angle at tying the rest of her legs.”
“Fucking bitches,” Penelope mutters under her breath, “I can’t believe I’m in this same fucking situation again.” The other women ignore her while Heather looks on sympathetically.
“Stef, you hold up her legs. Erica, you take this rope-length and tie the tops of Penny’s expensive boots there, right under those cool-looking boot straps,” Amy asks her friends, continuing, “Nice tall boots, Penelope. What are they, 15-inch shafts?”
“Sixteen, actually,” Penelope replies.
“Sweet sixteen, eh? Better tie them tight, Erica.”
Erica runs the cotton ropes a good four or five times around Penelope’s boot-tops, remarking, “You know, Penelope, Stef is right: this white rope is PERFECT for your black boots. Good thing we used that tan hemp rope on your gal pal Heather there; makes a good contrast on her white boots too, don’t you think?” Penelope and the well gagged Heather say nothing in reply.
When Erica finishes her boot-top tying, Amy asks Stef whether she can keep holding the rope pulling Penelope’s legs off the ground. Responding affirmatively, Amy takes another length of rope, approaches their captive from Penelope’s left and starts running a rope around Penelope’s lower thighs, just above the knee. Running these ropes several widths around, Amy pulls them taut and sees them press hard against Penelope’s chocolate brown leather pants. Amy comments, jokingly:
“You know, Penny, these crisp white ropes also contrast well with your brown leather pants too!”
“You fucking suck,” comes the reply. Amy gives Penelope a wink in reply, and then makes the announcement:
“OK, ladies, by my reckoning, I’ve tied her two times already, so it’s one of your turns next. Stef, could you lower her legs and run that rope over to Penny’s cheerleader friend’s ankle ropes to bind the fates of these two party-goers together?” Stef abruptly loosens the grip on that rope, plummeting Penelope’s boot heels hard onto the floor with a clonk.
“Ugh!” Penelope cries out, not expecting the drop. Stef movies the compliant Heather’s legs back into place, putting them directly aligned with Penelope’s. Stef begins running that white cotton rope over to the tan hemp ropes running around Heather’s white cowgirl booted ankle ropes, tightening it around them and mentions, “Wow. Good color contrast here too!” Penelope sighs in frustration, rolling her eyes.
“Erica, care to tie our lovely outlaw captive more securely to the pole, under her little boobies? Make her comfortable by taking off her gun belt first.”
“’Little?’” Penelope mouths, knowing full well that Amy is mocking her for how she dubbed Amy’s 34Cs when molesting her in Jim’s bedroom; Penelope’s perfect 36Cs certainly don’t qualify as “little.”
Erica straddles Penelope and unbuckles her chocolate brown leather gun belt, laying it on the floor to Penelope’s right; the holster, the gun inside, hits the floor with a soft thud. Erica then doubles up a rope and runs it under Penelope’s boobs, well above her tooled wide black Western leather belt, then moves behind the pole to run them above the ropes keeping Penelope’s wrists tightly cross-tied. Pulling this rope tight, Erica secures Penelope’s mid-torso to the pole, much the same way that Penelope had secured Amy to the pole in the barn at the start of that fateful proposed “riiiiiding” excursion last month.
“Would you bitches hurry up?” Penelope whines.
“Almost done, snotty,” Amy confirms, as she hands one more white cotton rope-coil to Stef, telling her, “Tops. But give me a second,” as Amy moves over and straddles Penelope, vertically placing her new, i.e., Penelope’s former, two-toned brown Luccheses on each side of Penelope’s horizontal black and white ones. Stef gives off a slightly puzzled look to her sister. “Tops?” Stef mouths. Amy nods to Stef as if to say, “You’ll see in a sec.” Stef stands at the ready, behind the pole, rope in hand.
Amy kneels in front of Penelope, one knee of hers on each side of Penelope’s, making slightly rubbing sounds as the denim fabric of Amy’s jeans hit the cotton ropes running just above Penelope’s knees.
“You know, Penny, I always HOPED you’d someday open yourself up more to me,” Amy jokingly tells her captive, while unbuttoning the top few buttons of Penelope’s leather vest and pulling it apart.
“What are you going to do, Amy?” Penelope bitchily asks.
“Oh, not much, just a little tat-for-tit, you know,” comes the reply, as Stef and Erica look on, impressed and their protégé’s confidence. Amy asks, “Erica, could you hand Penelope’s gym bag to me please?” Erica hands it to her and Amy sets it behind Penelope to prevent her from seeing the next move. Amy continues with Penelope’s buttons, this time her shirt’s. Down they go, until Amy has to undo them below the rope that Erica just tied under Penelope’s boobs. Amy moves both the vest and the shirt under the rope, off to the side of Penelope’s rack, leaving only her fancy silk bra remaining.
“Darn it, Penny, forgot you had your clasp in back with this one. No matter,” Amy casually states as she lifts Penelope’s bra cups up and over her 36Cs, pushing them down into the boob-ropes underneath and elongating Penelope’s nipples.
As Penelope revels in the aureole sensations and closes her eyes for a second, Amy signals to Stef, then reaches into Penelope’s gym bag, as Amy fishes through it to find what she’s looking for, also discovering a few items she thinks she can use later; Stef immediately, runs a set of ropes across the tops of Penelope’s scrunched-up bra and boobs, then around the pole, pulling Penelope’s upper torso to the pole and fixing it there.
“You guys fucking suck,” comments Penelope.
“You know what, Penelope? YOU’RE the one who sucks. So suck on this!” Amy warns as she finds and retrieves a large white cloth from Penelope’s gym bag, wads it up and forces it into Penelope’s pouty lips.
“Nnnnn-mmph!” Penelope protests; as Stef is finishing the boob-top rope-tying, Amy signals to Erica to come forward and hold Penelope’s mouth-pack in place. Erica comes over and sticks two fingers onto the white cloth jamming Penelope’s mouth. Amy signals to Stef again. Stef removes the black bandanna gag from around her own neck and hands it to Amy.
“Here’s a little something to remember me by, Penny,” Amy tells her outlaw captive, taking the extra-long bandanna, thrusting it past her own belt and down the front of her own jeans. Moving her dampened panties forward, Amy wipes her hoohah a few times, pulls the bandanna back out, and grabs it in the middle with both fists, about six inches apart.
Amy signals to Erica with a nod, and Erica moves her fingers away from the mouthpack just before Amy plunges this black bandanna horizontally into Penelope’s open mouth; Stef, behind the pole, pushes Penelope’s head forward then grabs the bandanna’s ends, and ties the bandanna tight between Penelope’s juicy red lips. Stef knots it once, then twice for good measure; Penelope grunts and protests several times, to no avail.
“There!” Amy exclaims. “Now you can smell my scent—you just can’t taste my lusciousness. Cool your pretty little heels—and pretty little party hats—down here for a while, Penny.” Moving to pick up Penelope’s gym bag, Amy then walks over to Heather and stands astride the cheerleader’s supine white cowgirl boots. Dropping her right knee, and then her left, Amy sets the bag down with her right hand as Heather looks on, unsure of Amy’s intent.
“Heather, you seem like a nice enough girl, despite your choice of friends,” Amy posits, “But I just can’t let you off scot-free.” The well gagged Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader-clad Heather looks on, a bit nervous and more than a tad confused.
“After all, you DID hit on my boyfriend!” Amy blurts, pulling apart the center-tie of Heather’s long-sleeve royal blue top-and-silver-starred-short white vest, exposing a matching blue bra. “Nnnnmmmph!” Heather protests, shaking her head.
“Shut it!” Amy replies, popping open Heather’s front bra-clasp to reveal her ample breasts, “Or, rather, OPEN it,” Amy chuckles as Stef and Erica join in the giggles; Heather thrashes her head back and forth, which only succeeds in loosening her shirt and vest, making open even wider; Heather stops when she realizes it, harrumphing in frustration. Amy reaches back into the gym bag and pulls out an item she discovered while fishing for the white mouthpack cloth: a double-headed black dildo, looking just like the one she’d placed between the bound and gagged equestrienne-garbed Penelope and Heather in the barn last month.
Looking around, Amy notices an item on one of the storage shelves that will help her with her next move. “Erica, will you throw that roll to me?” Erica tosses it to Amy, who catches it with her left hand. She takes the dildo with her right hand and jams it into Heather’s short-shorts covered crotch, rips off a long strip of the clear packing tape roll that Erica just threw her and attaches it to the dildo’s shaft, then onto Heather’s white-and-silver-starred tight cheerleader shorts.
“Mmmph, mmmdnt!” (“No, don’t!”) Heather yells through her gags, attempting to maneuver the dildo out of her crotch: no luck, not with her upper body tied to the pole, her legs tied tight together in three places and a set of ropes running from her ankle-ropes to Penelope’s ankle-ropes. “Sorry, sweetheart,” Amy replies, ripping off another couple of lengths of clear tape and finishes positioning the black dildo to the Heather’s crotch-space. “What a nice black-on-white contrast!” Amy exclaims, adding, “That’s for your piss-poor choice of FRIENDS!”
“Speaking of the devil-bitch,” Amy continues, turning toward Penelope, “Don’t for one second think that I forgot about YOU.” Amy picks up the roll of clear packing tape along with Penelope’s gym bag, slinging the strap over her left shoulder. She moves the bag in front her chest, plunges her hand inside it and pulls out the white vibrator.
“Ta-DAAA!” Amy exclaims, while flicking it on high, adding, “You can pretty much figure out where it’s going.”
“Mmmm-mmmmph”(“Uh-uh!”) Penelope half-protests, as Amy kneels down astride Penelope’s well-tied chocolate brown leather pant legs. In kneeling, the tips of Amy’s two-tone brown cowgirl boots hit the shafts of Penelope’s black and white ones.
“Does this mean we’re knocking boots, Penny?” Amy chuckles, “Sure got a fine pair—both there and here,” pointing at Penelope’s boots and exposed breasts. Amy sticks the head of the humming vibrator squarely down Penelope’s crotch. Ripping a few lengths of the clear packing tape, Amy tapes it down securely to Penelope’s chocolate leather pants.
“There. A perfect contrast of white on dark brown, kinda the opposite of dildo-girl over there,” Amy notes, while pointing her thumb behind her at Heather. “This way you and Buzz can get better RE-acquainted.” Pausing for a moment, Amy adds, “You know, I was gonna chloro you, but wanted you to enjoy him again; I guess I’m feeling generous, hoping you’ll enjoy it too. Clearly, you will.”
“Mmmmph myu, myu mmmbch!”
“Yeah, like THAT’S gonna happen. Oh, and by the way? I came THREE times in the barn, not just twice; you just missed noticing the first one because you were too busy pulling me with that stupid rope-leash you’d put on me. So I figure that before the batteries on this pooch run out, I’ll have more than evened-up with you.”
“Mmmmph!” Penelope gag-yells, pissed that Amy is outdoing her in the O-production department.
“Save it,” Amy retorts, adding, “Speaking of saving, that’s exactly what I’m going to do with this cool little gun belt and holster/gun combo of yours. You were right: it IS much better than this second-hand one of mine,” Amy remarks, as she removes her dark brown gun belt and places it on the ground next to Penelope’s, which she then picks up and puts on. “And a REAL gun too! Penny, I just love it, thanks! The color goes so well with your, uh, I mean, MY boots’ dark tones too.” Looking around, Amy spots another item of Penelope’s and notes, “Don’t worry, you can keep your wig and mask! You’re might need them to go incognito.”
“Mmmmph!!!” Penelope screams her loudest protest yet, recognizing the full extent of her helplessness.
Just then, the women all hear heavy footsteps at the top of the stairs.
“Shit!” Amy thinks, knowing that if it’s Dewey and Charles, she, Stef, and Erica are going to be switching places with Heather and Penelope.
“Ha!” Penelope thinks, knowing that if it’s Dewey and Charles, she and Heather are going to be switching places with Amy, Stef, and Erica.
The five women hold their breath as the steps come closer, stopping at the top of the staircase before hurrying down them with all the creaks and clomps that men’s heavy shoes make on old wooden stairs. A costumed man comes into view.
IDENTIFY
“Jim!” Stef screams out, running to him as he walks down the stairs, his “chick magnet” Barbies-on-aluminum foil costume a bit torn from navigating the party all evening. (As the only man in a room full of five gorgeous women, his costume proves unintentionally prescient.)
“What the hell happened here?” Jim asks, pointing at the well gagged, expertly bound, and tied-together-by-ropes-between-their-booted-ankles Heather and Penelope, “Is that a running vibrator?” he adds, surprised at seeing one.
“Forget about them,” Stef tells Jim. Amy immediately adds, “Where’s Brett?”
“Once I finally found him, I told him to go back to my room and go help you; Erica told me where you and Stef were. He left just a few minutes ago. I told him to use the front entrance, because the back one might be locked by now to prevent party crashers from coming in the back door.”
“Cool,” Amy announces, as she heads up the stairs. Throwing Penelope’s gym bag to Stef, Amy yells, “Got a few pics on there to delete, Stef. You’ll know which ones, ok?” referring to the pictures that Penelope took of her naked, bound, and gagged in Jim’s bedroom. Pausing for a second, Amy asks, pointing her thumb at Heather, “Oh, and Jim? Did anything happen between Brett and the Dallas dildo bitch over there?”
“What, are you nuts? She got him a beer and that’s it. He wouldn’t give her the time of day. He’s crazy about you!”
Amy’s heart warms instantly, “That great!” she exclaims. “Meanwhile, I think these two are due for another photo shoot, don’t you?”
“Good idea,” Stef replies, handing the camera back to Jim, having just finished deleting all the pictures that Penelope had taken of Amy.
“Excellent!” Jim replies, “These new session will go great with the ones from the barn; bookends, if you will. Or MAYBE a whole calendar: Miss January—bound and gagged equestrienne Penelope; Miss December: Bound and gagged outlaw Penelope! Don’t worry Heather, we’d include you too.” Penelope shoots a nasty look and a head-shake at him. Jim responds with a, “What, you don’t think I saved them somewhere else? Shit girl, I’ve got them on floppy, on my hard drive, on my photo site…can’t be too careful with backing up data these days, not with psycho outlaw bi-bitches coming into my room and stealing my camera every other day!”
“Good point, Jim,” Amy smirks. Looking directly at Heather first, then Penelope, Amy announces, “There’s a new sheriff in town and her name is Amy Stiefelbach! Oh, and by the way, deine Deutschesprachigen war Sheiss!” (“Your German was shit!”)
As the non-gagged occupants of the room all laugh, at Amy’s mockery and the decent German she had learned from her father. Hearing the start of Jim’s Austin Powers’ photographer voice, “Yeah baby, yeah!” Amy runs up the stairs and out the hallway exit door. Remembering what Jim had told her about using the fraternity’s front entrance, she avoids the alley and takes the sidewalk the two blocks to his fraternity house, goes through the front door, and up the stairs to his bedroom.
BACK IN BLACK
“Brett?” as she flicks the light switch, which still doesn’t work from Penelope’s having unscrewed the overhead bulbs. “Brett?” she calls again, as she walks over to the nightstand lamp and turns it on: no sign of Brett. “Where can he be?” she asks to herself as she locks the door and begins tidying up the room a bit, taking her bandanna gags off the bed and putting them back into her back pockets. She smoothes out the covers on the bed, and unties the ropes from the foot-posts, tossing them in a wastebasket and hiding them with some papers. She finds her handbag and, heading into the bathroom, she quickly gets out of her clothes and into the pastel pink silk teddy left in her handbag from her first trip to the room before the German-speaking Penelope jumped her. She sees the light blue towel and cream-colored bathrobe that Stef had mentioned to her, hanging on the back of the bathroom door. Quickly wetting one end of the towel, she uses it to clean off her sweaty and juicy parts. Putting on fresh panties, the bathrobe, and a bit of perfume, she hears a knock at the door. Amy rushes up to it.
“Brett, is that you?”
“Yeah, Ames, it’s me.”
Amy opens the door a crack, seeing Brett, she adds playfully, “Are you still my prisoner?”
“You bet I am.”
“The same prisoner who turned down a Dallas Cowgirl to save himself for me tonight?”
“Yes, ma’am, that’d be me.
“Well, c’mon in, then, Mr. Prisoner. Where have you been all my life?”
“Saving myself for you,” as Brett starts explaining his delay in a nervously hurried voice, “You see, I came over here when Jim told me to find you, but no one was here and the whole room was dark, so I ran back down the alley to the storage room where Jim said he was going to get Stef but when I got there, Jim was taking a bunch of pictures and doing that silly Austin Powers photographer impersonation that he does and they said you’d just left, so I ran back here down the alley, but the door was locked so I had to go around front, and—“
“Shush,” Amy whispers, opening the door and moving her shush-signing index finger from her lips to his. She puts one leg up on a chair as her bathrobe opens to reveal her two-toned Luccheses. She takes him by the hand and gently guides him inside the room, keeping her leg on the chair and eye-motioning in that direction,
“Good, because I’ve been saving myself…and these virgin boots, for a special occasion: you.”
END