Notes: Word count = 506;  This was written with the
help of a friend - some of you know him as davoh :).


Copyright 2004 by asparkle2 at yahoo dot com and 
davo at jump dot net.  All rights reserved.

Pervertable Playsets
=====by sparkle=====

Being outside in the bright sunlight in her current 
attire - lack thereof - apparently wasn't enough.

Beth looked up at the wooden playset frame and 
shuddered at the perversion.  She watched him tie a 
rope firmly above her hips, then thread one between 
her legs, tucking it fussily between her labia.  He 
tied it off securely to the waist rope above her pubis 
and stood back to survey her.

He looked for so long Beth could feel the blush 
spreading down her neck.

Another length of rope wound around her breasts, 
popping them out, just enough to remind her of their 
slightly swollen condition.  And her nipples were 
encircled tightly with strings - the ends of the 
strings were left to dangle against her ribcage, 
taunting her.

That was all she wore - except her ponytail.  

Apparently pleased, Harry grasped her nipple leading 
strings and tugged, urging her forward to the wooden 
ladder.  He helped Beth to climb onto the first step 
and steady herself.  

Beth shivered, grateful when he pressed behind her, 
supporting her.  She began to relax but then stiffened 
and gasped.

He was tying the rope at her waist to a step - and 
then the nipple strings to another higher than chest 
level, pulling Beth's breasts through the opening 
between the steps.  

Beth couldn't help the tremor in her voice.  "Wh-
what?"

He chuckled audaciously before stepping back.

And there she was, trapped on a ladder, attached by 
her nipples and a rope that rubbed her clit, inner 
labia and anus.

"Oh no."  But the words rang of pleading submission, 
not fright.

"Yes," he said, and Beth could hear the grin in his 
voice.  The glee.  The delight.  "What am I going to 
have you do?"

She shuddered.  "Step down," she moaned.

"Continue."

The words slipped out slowly, with seconds between 
necessary to force out the next.  "So . . . everything 
pulls.  Tight.  High.  Painfully."

"Excellent idea," Harry exclaimed, as though he hadn't 
thought of it already.  And then as she was beginning 
to feel despair, he added devilishly, "An excellent 
start."

"Start?" Beth squeaked.

"Once you're safely on the ground, I'm going to tie 
your hands behind you to your waist, so you'll enjoy 
the struggle more.  Then I'm going to walk over to 
that birch tree you're facing, and trim off some 
branches."

She felt his hands in her hair, untying the ribbon.  
Her curls fell down around her face, draping her eyes 
until he softly pulled the loose locks back and tucked 
them behind each ear.

"I'll be back - to birch that lovely backside.  I 
can't wait to see you squirm, hear your squeals and 
yelps."

Beth wondered how he'd react to outright shrieks.  Her 
nipples ached.  Her cunt throbbed.  Her bottom was 
alive with expectation.

"Good girl.  Now step down."  

Beth felt the blood rush to her head as she did so - 
and to her nipples and pussy.  She let out a dry sob 
and tried to stay very still.

He held her, helping her, even as he chuckled.