Short story - Trust Issues - A Halloween Tale by Shadowkeeper

[center]TRUST ISSUES – A HALLOWEEN TALE

By Shadowkeeper[/center]

As she approached her boyfriend’s front yard, Jenny suddenly stopped and gaped. “Umm, Troy, why do you have a guillotine in your yard?”

Troy grinned like a cat with a canary. “Well, you wanted to do the ‘butcher and meat-girl’ routine for the kids; you can’t have that without a chopper…and speaking of meat-girls, you really do look good enough to eat!”

Jenny blushed a little as she glanced down at her body-stocking clad body. “You like it? It took forever to find one of these that matched my skin tone.”

Troy started to walk around her, practically drooling. “Yeah, when you first walked up, the only reason I knew you weren’t naked was the lack of tan lines.”

Jenny punched him on the shoulder and pouted prettily. “I wouldn’t have those if you would just let me go into the nude section of the beach.”

Her boyfriend just rolled his eyes – this was not the first time they had discussed this. “You know you’re too trusting to go into the free-play areas…last time I barely got to you in time…one more minute in that noose…”

“It was just a game, they said they were gonna let me down.”

Troy growled in frustration. “Babe, they never said when they would let you down, did they?” Before the girl could respond, Troy stopped his circling and whistled. “Wow, did you do that USDA grading stamp? It looks really good!”

Jenny thrust out her round little rump. “You like that? Molly did it with nail polish. I was gonna do it myself, but then she pointed out that you have to be wearing it so the shape is right.”

Troy was taken aback. “Wait, your sister Molly? The same sister that almost got you snuffed three times in one summer? She was actually being helpful?”

Jenny, of course, looked puzzled. “Well, yeah. Why wouldn’t she be?”

Troy sighed. “Too trusting…”

Tired of the topic, Jenny decided to change the subject. “So what exactly did you plan on doing with this thing?”

The young man’s smile now came back with a vengeance. “Here, let me show you.” He led Jenny up to the guillotine and gently pushed her down so that she was straddling its bench.

Jenny seemed totally unconcerned until she looked up and noticed how sharp the blade looked. Suddenly she was pushing back against his hand. “Hey, this thing’s real!”

Troy firmly kept her in place with one large hand while soothingly stroking her hair with the other. “Of course it is. Do you think I could afford one of those prop ones? My Uncle Bob is letting me borrow it from his butcher shop. He doesn’t use it much since he got that new hydraulic cutter.”

Jenny seemed to have calmed a bit under his gentle touch, but was still wide eyed with fear. “Ok, but why are you putting me under it? I thought you didn’t want me getting snuffed?”

Troy bent over and nuzzled her slender neck. “Don’t worry babe, it’s just for looks. The trick-or-treaters will love it. I’m gonna leave your hands free, and you can even hold the rope so you know no-one can release it on you, ok?”

Still not sure, Jenny nevertheless let him push her all the way down, then slid forward a bit so that her neck was resting in the indent of the lunette. Before she could change her mind, Troy dropped the top piece down and locked it. The nervous girl jerked a little at that. “Umm, why did you lock it?”

Once again Troy was soothing her with soft strokes to her hair. “Don’t worry, you can still reach around and unlock it if you want. I just wanted to make sure it looks realistic.” While Jenny was thinking about that, Troy handed her the rope. “Here you go, better hold onto that.”

Before the befuddled girl could take in everything that was happening, her boyfriend’s expression turned serious. “Ok, listen close. Make sure you have a good grip now, because I’m taking off the safety block.”

Jenny’s big blue eyes widened in shock, and she let out a mouse-like squeak as she felt the rope tug at her hand. Her knuckles turned white as she clenched it in panic. “Wha-what the fuck are you doing?!” She scrabbled at the lunette lock with her free hand, before giving up as she realized that from this side she needed both hands to work it. She moaned, partly from apprehension, and partly from the heat in her loins that fear always generated for her.

Troy bent over so that he was looking her in the eyes. “Babe, you need to learn not to trust people around stuff like this, not even me or your family. This is your lesson. Feel lucky that you are getting one that you just might survive; I doubt the boys at the beach would be so kind. Just hold tight until the candy runs out, and I’ll let you out.”

Jenny whimpered and held onto the rope with both hands as her boyfriend casually put on a butcher’s apron, complete with fake blood splatters, and then proceeded to set out the candy bowls. He was just in time, as the first costumed children started to arrive.

The next hour was torture for the poor girl, as her slender arms tired and her early adrenaline rush washed out of her, leaving a drained numbness in its wake. To make matters worse, the adults who accompanied some of the kids were encouraged to give her vulnerable, tempting ass a few good spanks. The first time that happened, Jenny was so shocked that she almost let go of the rope. Luckily she had been allowed time to recover her wits before the next repetition. The near disaster did have the benefit of raising her libido again. Her nipples were hard as diamonds as they rubbed against the bench, and she was thinking that if she made it out of this, she was going to fuck Troy to death.

The worst, however, was when her sister’s stoner boyfriend Dave showed up. “Dude! So your finally gonna snuff her like I said! Alright!” With Dave, everything was an exclamation…then again, he was so dense, everything in life probably was a surprise to him. He demonstrated that stupidity immediately as he started to unzip his pants while going towards Jenny’s ass. “Hey, dude, how come she’s, like, got this thing on?! How are we supposed to fuck her like that?!”

Troy had to physically restrain the over-excited idiot from taking matters into his own hands. “No Dave, I’m not snuffing her. This is just for show, that’s why she’s not really naked; there are kids around, remember?”

Jenny had to smile a little at that. There was no doubt in her mind that Troy loved her and would keep her from harm. That smile faded as she saw the two guys talking out of earshot, before Troy started to head into the house. “I’ll be right back, we’re out of candy and I want some pictures of this before I let you out.”

Jenny shook her head in panic. She was being left alone, in a working guillotine, with someone that even she didn’t trust. She started to whimper as Troy disappeared, and Dave sauntered over.

The stoner went out of sight behind her, then rubbed his hands along her lean flanks. “Hey Jenny, Molly says you get all horny when you get tickled! I gotta see that!”

Jenny gasped. This was her biggest weakness; the hornier she was, the more ticklish, the more she got tickled, the more turned on she was. Throw in the way her newfound terror was making her wet… “No, no, please don’t! Ple-eeeee, heee- nooo!”

The panicking girl’s protests and thrashing did little to discourage Dave as he used his experience with Molly to find all of Jenny’s prime tickle spots. In moments her out of control giggles were interspersed with groans of sexual longing – Jenny was no longer in control as her arousal started to rise on a three way feedback loop of tickling, lust and terror at her precarious position.

Using one hand on the girl’s squirming feet, Dave upped the ante by rubbing Jenny’s barely covered crotch with the other, causing her to buck her hips and start screaming out for more. She was lost, she knew it, and she was beyond caring.

Jenny was beyond words now as she felt her orgasm rising up like a tidal wave, made all the more powerful by her near certainty that it would be her last. Her body thrashed desperately as she darted her wide, terrified eyes, looking for help that would not come.

Finally, just as Jenny thought that she might be able to keep herself on the edge of control, Dave found her clit. A single touch was all that it took to send the poor girl into the abyss of the most powerful orgasm of her life. Her body stiffened, her breath stopped, and her mind went blank as it rolled over her. As she peaked, she started to shudder, and that was when it happened – she released the rope. Somehow even the feel of the rough material sliding through her fingers didn’t grab her attention. It was the sound of sliding metal that finally did that.

Still in the midst of her final orgasm, Jenny’s scream turned from one of pleasure, to one of mortal terror, an instant before her voice was cut off forever.

Jenny felt a sharp pain that started in her neck and quickly spread into her entire being. Her vision went white for an instant, then came back as she saw the world rolling around her. Finally it came to a stop; she tried to smile as she saw Troy above her, but her face wouldn’t respond – in fact, nothing would. This confused her, but she couldn’t seem to concentrate on anything long enough to care.

Troy was standing there with a camera in his limp hand, frozen in shock. He didn’t even seem to notice the spray of red that was hitting his apron from somewhere.

Jenny’s vision was starting to fade, but she could still hear her boyfriend yelling, “What the fuck, Dave! I told you to scare her, not snuff her!”

Suddenly Jenny felt herself being lifted as Dave’s face filled what was left of her vision. “Dude! You’re the idiot that trusted me alone with a hot babe in a chopper! Besides, she looks pretty fuckin scared to me!” [center]Finis[/center]