'Uh, how many people are going to be there?'
'I don't know. More than just the four of us. I think the usual ratio is three escorts for each deb.'
'Who… are the other men?' she asked.
'You'll see.'
'A debutante party,' Clara mused. 'So that's why I'm dressed like this.' Wil had specified a formal, the one she had worn to her high school prom, when she had lost her virginity. She wondered if there was any particular significance to that.
'Are there any other debs besides Lois and me?' she asked.
'No, but there will be other girls.'
'Now, no more questions,' Wil ordered curtly as they reached the subway.
The ride downtown seemed to take forever. Clara felt exquisitely conspicuous in the strapless formal, since Wil was wearing casual clothes. He had refused to let her wear a coat. As a result, she was aware of every passing breeze, every glance at her creamy shoulders and throat.
The dress had been a little small when she had first worn it the year before. Now, her more fully developed breasts bulged up from the cups. She had three crinoline petticoats on under the full, knee-length skirt. She sat very straight, intensely aware of the curious stares she was getting. She twisted her white-gloved hands in her lap as the train rattled through the black tunnel.
'Come on,' Wil ordered, hurrying her up the stain of the Fourth Street Station and out under the theater marquee on Sixth Avenue.
'Are we late?' Clara, skipping nervously along. The chill wind was cutting her exposed flesh, seeking up under the full skirt, brushing her panty-less pussy intimately.
Wil glanced at his watch. 'We're right on time.' At Lois' door Clara fidgeted nervously, and realized she needed to use the toilet. The door opened at last, and Lois dragged her inside, past Grant. Clara had a few final moments of peace and quiet as she used the toilet. Then, stripping off her gloves, she rejoined the others in the living room. From the closed door of the big studio came the muffled sound of laughter and music.
Lois too was wearing a strapless formal. Hers was a dramatic jet black. It was the perfect foil for her pale blonde beauty. Her hair was coiled up on her head and pinned with onyx and silver needles. The cups of the dress pressed her full, round breasts in and up, produced an exciting cleavage.
'You ready?' Lois asked.
Clara nodded tensely.
The studio, with its wall of mirrors, slanted windows and ballet bar, was dim and mysterious. All the people were strangers. They were all casually dressed. Along the wall with the mirrors and ballet bar stood the remains of a buffet. Obviously, it had not been intended for her.
Two pieces of rough cut lumber, each about five feet long and four inches square, hung vertically from chains in the ceiling. The bottom ends were about two feet from the floor and were anchored by similar chains.
Fascinated, Clara stared at the spot-lighted lumber. Because she and Lois were the only ones formally dressed, they stood out just as the lighted wood did.
'No drink,' Clara said when Wil offered her a brimming glass.
'You'll need it,' he said.
Clara shook her head tensely as fear knotted her throat. 'No drink.' Whatever she faced, she wanted to face it stone cold sober. She wasn't sure whether it was because she didn't want to miss anything, or as an experiment.
Two men broke away from the crowd and flanked her. She saw two other men join Lois. She cast a lingering, defiant, fearful glance at Wil as she was led away from him, toward a spot-lighted pillar.
At the columns, she and Lois were turned to face the rest of the gathering. The men took her hands, drew them behind her. She felt the rough splintery wood between her wrists. As her shoulders were drawn back, she felt the overhead spotlight spilling down on the exposed slopes of her breasts. Had they used a sun lamp?
She felt rough, harsh loops of rope binding her wrists. In seconds she was helpless. The column of wood was between her back and her bound wrists. Turning her head, she looked over at Lois. Her eyes were glittering with excitement. Her lush body was drawn taut. Her tits were almost falling out of the small bod ice of her gown.
Then Clara turned to study the audience. Everyone seemed to be commenting on her and Lois. Clara's pussy began steaming just from having her wrists bound. Pear gnawed away at her guts, fed her lust.
Grant nodded curtly toward Lois. Her two escorts reached between her and the post, and unzipped her dress. Pushed by the impatient thrust of her jutting breasts, the bodice surged outward.
Lois was as naked under her formal as Clara was. In a moment the dress crumpled around for her feet and the spotlight caressed her lush, creamy curves. Lois made no attempt to shield her body from the audience, not that she could have. Her full breasts rose and fell excitingly as she breathed.
Clara's chest felt like it was wound in steel cables. Lois was staring at the watching crowd. When Clara's escorts reached for the zipper of her white, virginal gown, Clara, too, turned her attention to the guests.
She didn't flinch as the zipper was edged down to the curve of her ass. She didn't look as the bodice fell away from her tits. Cool air brushed her breasts, dried the tense fear-sweat in the valley. The dress was dragged down and her belly was exposed. Then her navel. Finally, the formal fell around her feet. Daintily, she lifted one foot and then the other, let them remove the dress. Then they pulled off the three petticoats, and she was naked.
She stood proud and straight as the watching crowd murmured, commented on the roundness of her breasts and bottom, the pink of her eager nipples, the hazy brown of her pussy.
A rope was slipped around under her arms, just above her breasts. It scraped harshly against her tender skin as it was slowly drawn tight. She was pulled back until she was pressed against the four by four. Then the rope was drawn tighter. It cut into her, rasped over her, burned her, ground her back against the rough, splintery column.
She looked over at Lois, and saw that she, too, was being cinched tight by a loop of rope. It was strung through a steel ring on the back of the column. The men each held a neatly coiled end.
They began to wrap Lois in rope. They wound it around her, owned it over her breasts. Clara watched as the harsh hemp cut into the lush, full mounds. The men criss-crossed the bindings, formed a rope bra for Lois as they bound her to the lumber. The end of the column dug into the top of her ass as she was lashed tight.
The men didn't stop until Lois was covered with loops, from her armpits to her lower belly. The ropes cut deep into her waist. Her head was pressed back against the post, and she was biting her lower lip.
The men finished, tied the ends to a second ring near the bottom of the post. When Lois shuddered, her belly tippled and her chest heaved against the unyielding coils. Her stiff, rigid nipples bulged out from between the amber hemp.
Clara felt the rope under her arms being yanked tight, and sucked in a desperate, fearful breath. Her consorts began winding the coils, began securing her to the wooden shaft. She didn't look down as the rope cut into her breasts. It angled from the top or one to the bottom of the other. Barely missing her blazing tits, it tore into the soft mounds. She inhaled sharply as the rope was pulled tight. Pressing her head back against the post, she let her lust boil upwards. She loved the pain and the helplessness and the humiliation, needed it to turn her on.
Coil after coil wound around her, dug into her, pound her back against the splintery four by four. She felt the end cut into the base of her spine.
Then, at last, they were knotting the ends behind her, and she shuddered on legs suddenly gone rubbery. She sagged gently, and felt the rope pull against her flesh, against her breasts and her armpits. She glanced down and saw her nipples protruding like little berries. She looked at Wil, and saw the hot desire in his eyes, the enjoyment of her helplessness, her torment. She wondered what would happen next.
When she looked over at Lois she found out. The blonde's attendants slipped a noose around her right ankle and fed the loose end through the ring near the bottom of the post. Slowly, they drew the length of rope tight. Lois was forced to balance on one foot as the other was hauled up behind her.
They didn't stop until her heel was against her ass. Her knee was spread outward by the tension, so her pussy was even more exposed than it had been. She teetered on one foot, and her belly and chest began to
