Ghost Riders in the Halloween Sky - A Halloween Story - Sex Stories

Ghost Riders in the Halloween Sky - A Halloween Story

... Jefferson.”

Again the room filled with laughter. “I guess you’ll have to give them a shoe, Ruthie,” the man said. His wife, who was sitting next to him glared at him, but reached down and took off one of her shoes.

George Bush, Alexander Hamilton, Nikita Khrushchev, and Marilyn Monroe were all given as answers before someone finally said, “George Washington.”

The girls took turns answering the questions, but they were always wrong. There were not fourteen months in the year. Elvis Presley was not the fourth Beatle. Tom Dooley’s face is not on the five-dollar bill.

Soon Shirley was kneeling in just one fishnet stocking. She would have felt less naked if she had actually been naked, but Delia very carefully made her give up the bra... and then one stiletto... then the other... then the ruffled panties... then the bow tie... then the headpiece... and finally the left fishnet stocking.

Shirley was getting ready to remove the last stocking, but the next question Susana answered correctly. “The third rock from the sun is Earth,” she said sloppily. The margaritas were starting to get to her.

All four girls looked down at Shirley with her hands on the last stocking and smirked. “We can’t get them all wrong, can we?” Frederika said almost laughing.

The next question was the boiling point of water. “One hundred degrees... Farenheit,” Delia said smiling. Shirley sat back on the floor and pulled the final stocking off so Delia could hand it to the server.

“You ...

... know what happens next, don’t you?” Susana asked almost giggling. “You get to go up on stage and get your ass whacked.”

Shirley had no doubt that they would get the next question wrong... and they did.

“Oh, poor dear,” the tall, pale MC said as she came over to lead Shirley up on stage. “You really don’t want to be the first one to have to pay with a body forfeit.”

Shirley wanted to ask, “Why’s that?” but decided it was best for her to just stay quiet.

A curtain opened revealing five sets of wrist restraints hanging down over the stage on thick ropes. Two burly stagehands positioned Shirley under the first set of restraints and then carefully wrapped them around her wrists binding her wrists tightly together.

There was a whirring noise above her and the rope raised until she was almost on tiptoe. The whirring noise stopped and the men bound her left ankle to one end of a spreader bar. Then they grabbed the right ankle and pulled it out to the other end of the spreader. She could keep one foot on the ground... more or less, but only by being on tiptoe. As the men stepped away, she bounced around in a tight circle, muttering under her breath.

“And what is your name, sweetie?” the dark-haired MC asked.

Shirley was about to say, “I’m being forced to do this,” when she heard singing from the girl’s table. She looked up and Delia, Tawleena, Susana, and Frederika were standing in front of the table. Their peaked witches’ hats were sitting in the center of the ...