Candlelight City

by Jessica Tang Von Harper

“What’s the hurry?” Myron asked mischievously.

  Suzie struggled some more but her hands were secure. “Come on… untie me, please.”

  “I’ll untie you in a few minutes.” Myron smirked. “I think I kind of like you this way.”

  “Just relax, Suzie,” Corinne said. “You’ll hurt your wrists if you try to pull them out.”

  “How am I supposed to eat like this? I can’t even drink my water,” Suzie protested.

  “Allow me,” Myron said. He picked up her water glass and brought it up to her lips. Slowly, he tipped it, giving her a quick trickle of water into her mouth. Then he took her napkin and wiped her chin. “Anything you need, just let me know. I’ll take care of it for you.”

  Suzie glanced quickly at Brad, and caught a brief scowl on his face, a slight narrowing of his eyes. It seemed as if it bothered him to see Suzie tied up in this way, but he didn’t say anything. He looked away from her to talk to Corinne.

  What did that mean? Suzie felt anxious, concerned that the dinner was going to get derailed by Myron’s prank with the yarn. She really wanted to make a good impression on Brad, to make him feel deep down that he was the one who was missing out by choosing Corinne instead of her. But it was going to be difficult to appear confident and comfortable with her hands tied behind her back.

  The next time that Myron offered her water, he pulled it away too quickly, and some of the water splashed down the front of her dress. “Oh, sorry,” Myron said, although his grin made it seem like he wasn’t sorry at all. “Let me help you clean that up.” He took a napkin and lazily pulled the zipper down the front of her dress, stopping at her belly button. Suzie blushed; she was still more or less covered, but she hadn’t worn a bra and Myron was exposing a generous amount of cleavage. Myron took his time, wiping the water off her skin with his dinner napkin, his hand sliding up and down between her breasts. When he was done, he leaned back, leaving her zipper still down. Suzie squirmed, embarrassed to be so exposed. She heard Corinne chuckling.

  “Will you zip me back up?” Suzie whispered urgently to Myron.

  “If you want to be zipped up, why don’t you do it yourself?” Myron asked. “Oh yeah… you can’t.” He laughed, delighted with her helplessness.

  “Please.” Suzie hoped it didn’t sound like she was begging. She didn’t dare look at Brad.

  “Sure, sure,” Myron said. But when he took hold of her zipper, he pulled it even lower. “Is this what you mean?” he asked with feigned innocence. Corinne laughed again as Myron unzipped Suzie’s dress all the way, until the zipper came apart completely. Suzie was stunned. Now her panties were visible, and the two sides of her dress threatened to fall away at her slightest movement, leaving her chest exposed.

  “Very funny.” She forced a weak smile, peeking anxiously at Brad out of the corner of her eye. “Will you zip me up now? It’s kind of a public place…”

  “In a minute,” Myron was greedily ogling her bare flesh. Dismayed, Suzie realized that Brad had been right. This wasn’t just joking around with Myron; it was actually turning him on to humiliate her in this way.

  The waiter came and took their order. His eyes constantly flickered towards Suzie, and she hoped she wasn’t blushing too obviously. The worst moment came when she herself was ordering, and Myron took that moment to pull the dress off her left breast and start touching her nipple. Suzie had to smile and pretend like nothing was happening, even as Myron’s hand squeezed and rubbed her naked breast. She stammered out her order, and had to repeat herself several times as the waiter leered at her.

  When the waiter finally left, Myron turned back to talk to Corinne. Thankfully, he stopped fondling Suzie, but he left her dress dangling off her shoulders so her breasts were still exposed. She was drawing attention from other customers passing by, all of them staring at the half-naked girl in the corner table.

  Myron gave her some more water, carelessly letting it splash down her chin and over her breasts. The cold water caused her nipples to harden, and Myron began to pinch and stroke them again. Suzie felt too humiliated to look at Brad, and when she looked at Corinne, the other girl was smirking at her discomfort.

  Suzie leaned towards Myron. “You really need to untie me.”

  “Why? We’re having fun!”

  “Because I need to use the ladies room.” She hoped this would finally end it. Myron would realize that she couldn’t go to the bathroom with her hands tied behind her.

  However, before Myron could respond, Corinne piped up. “I’ll take you there. I’ll help you.”

  “I think it would be better if I was untied…” Suzie began, but Corinne waved her silent.

  “No, no. I’ll take care of you.” Corinne stood, and Suzie reluctantly stood as well. For a moment, she held a desperate hope that Corinne would zip her dress back up before they started walking, but Corinne just took hold of her arm and pulled her towards the ladies room. Suzie had no choice but to follow, her dress falling completely open and sliding down her arms. Instead of circling around the main room of the restaurant, Corinne pulled her straight through, and eyes turned to stare at Suzie as they passed through the sea of tables. Suzie felt like dying, clad only in her lacy black panties, her dress a negligible curtain of fabric hanging off her bound arms like a cape. How could her dream of dinner with Brad have turned so quickly into a nightmare? Earlier in the evening, she had scolded herself for wearing her sexy panties, telling herself that she was only wearing them for Brad, and he wouldn’t have the opportunity to see them anyway. Now a whole room of strangers was seeing her in her panties.

  The ladies room was unoccupied. It was a single room with a door that locked, and Corinne led her in. Suzie was grateful to have some refuge from the staring eyes, although she was embarrassed to have Corinne come in with her. It was quickly apparent that she needed the other girl, however, as Suzie realized how hard it was going to be to pull down her panties with her hands bound behind her.

  “Are you having trouble?” Corinne smiled at her. “Here, let me.” Suzie stood quietly as Corinne looped her manicured fingers into the waistband of the panties and slid them down Suzie’s legs. She didn’t stop; she pulled the panties all the way down to Suzie’s shoes, and had Suzie step out of them. Corinne stood watching, the panties bundled up in a ball in her hand, while Suzie crouched over the toilet and peed.

  When she was done, Suzie glanced anxiously at the roll of toilet paper beside her. She tried to lean backwards to pull off a square of paper, while Corinne smirked at her. After a minute of watching Suzie fumble with the paper, Corinne said, “Oh, fine. I’ll wipe you. Just get out of my way.”

  Suzie was mortified. “That’s okay, I can manage…” she stammered.

  “We’ll be here all night.” Corinne pushed Suzie towards the wall, then reached down and pulled a wad of toilet paper. Suzie looked away, feeling completely helpless and humiliated. Corinne’s eyes twinkled as she pressed the paper between Suzie’s legs.

  Then Corinne tossed the wad of paper into the toilet, followed by Suzie’s panties. The automatic flush was triggered, and the bowl emptied, the lacy panties disappearing into the abyss. Corinne leaned forward, her hand pressing against Suzie’s neck, shoving Suzie against the wall. Corinne’s other hand went between Suzie’s legs, her fingers digging roughly into Suzie’s vagina. Suzie gasped, her eyes wide, startled by this sudden act of aggressive penetration.

  Corinne leaned forward. “He’s mine, you got it? You stay away from my boyfriend.” Her fingers dug deep between Suzie’s labia. Her eyes were narrow and cold. Suzie stared at her wide-eyed. She nodded rapidly.

  “Good. Now get out of here so I can pee.” Corinne opened the door and shoved Suzie naked into the hallway. The door slammed in Suzie’s face, and there was a click-click as the dead bolt was engaged.

  Suzie stared at the closed door for a moment, then franticly looked up and down the hallway. She was grateful to see that she was alone. Her panties were gone and her dress was now dangling around
her wrists, her body completely exposed with nowhere to hide. Suzie stepped backwards between two plants, shrinking against the wall as she tried to figure out what to do. Should she start back by herself? Or wait for Corinne, knowing that the jealous girl would likely pull her naked through the middle of the restaurant? The door to the ladies room was in front of her, and to her left was the doorway for the men’s room. At the end of the hall in that direction was a heavy brown door labeled as an emergency exit, warning of an alarm. In the other direction, the hallway opened into a wide space where she could hear the low murmur of patrons and the clinking of silverware. She could see a silver-haired man in profile, speaking inaudibly, but thankfully he didn’t look her way.

  Suddenly, a shadow filled that end of the hallway. Suzie glanced up nervously, aware that she had no place to go. It was a tall man, walking in her direction, and her stomach fluttered nervously. Then he came into the light, and she realized with relief that it was Brad.

  Brad noticed her and stopped. “Hi.”

  “Hi.”

  “I thought I’d head to the bathroom myself. Maybe see how you’re doing.” His eyes glanced downwards, noting that her panties were now missing. “Are you okay?”

  “I feel so humiliated,” Suzie said, looking down. She felt the urge to cry and fought it off; nevertheless, a single tear crept out of the corner of her eye and trickled down her cheek. With her hands tied, she couldn’t even wipe it away.

  “Where are your panties?” Brad asked.

  “Corinne has them. She’s still in there.” Suzie bit her lip, then looked up at him. “I should have listened to you, Brad. You tried to warn me about Myron….”

  Brad nodded. “This is exactly what I was worried about.”

  Suzie looked down at herself. “Ever since Myron tied my hands together…. he acts like he can do whatever he wants with me.”

  “I hate to tell you this, Suzie…” Brad gazed at her nakedness. “I think at this point he CAN do whatever he wants with you. At the rate he’s going, I think he’ll be having sex with you right at our table… maybe even before our food comes.”

  Suzie realized with dismay that Brad was right. She was going to return to the table with her panties gone, and with her hands bound behind her, it was going to be impossible to keep Myron’s fingers out of her vagina and asshole. Once he started exploring her private parts with his fingers, it wouldn’t take long before he would realize he could easily have sex with her too.

  Brad must have seen the distress on Suzie’s face, because he reached over and put a finger under her chin, gently lifting her head up. “Hey,” he said. “I know you didn’t expect this dinner to go the way it has… but you do look very beautiful right now. I want you to know that.” He leaned forward to press a small kiss on her lips. His hand touched her hip, then slid between her legs to cup her vagina.

  Suzie sighed at his touch, moving her legs apart and letting him put a finger inside her. They kissed again, a longer, slower kiss. Despite the desperation of her situation, Suzie felt herself grow slick around Brad’s fingers. All of a sudden it didn’t seem to matter that she was naked in the middle of a crowded restaurant. All that mattered was Brad kissing her, his fingers probing inside her, his thumb pressing urgently against her clitoris.

  They heard a flush from the ladies room, and Brad quickly stepped away. A moment later, the door opened and Corinne stepped out. She glared at them suspiciously.

  “What’s going on?” Her eyes flashed between Brad and Suzie.

  “Nothing,” Brad said, with an edge in his voice. “Just keeping an eye on Suzie while you were in there. The way you and Myron have her naked and tied up, any guy on his way to the men’s room could have his hands all over her body and she’d be helpless to stop them.”

  “That’s not your problem!” Corinne retorted. She took hold of Suzie’s arm and pulled her down the hallway. As Suzie expected, the angry girl pulled her through the middle of the restaurant, letting all of the other patrons get a good look at her bare body. Suzie kept her eyes averted, too embarrassed to meet their stares.

  Myron was smirking as she was brought back to the table. “Where’d her panties go?” he asked as he eyed Suzie’s shaved vagina.

  “What panties?” Corinne asked innocently. Myron laughed.

  Just as Suzie had feared, as soon as she sat down she felt Myron’s hand wriggling between her legs to press against her vagina. “Wow… pretty wet, aren’t you?” he smirked. “Looks like you enjoyed walking naked through a room full of strangers.”

  Suzie flushed. How could she tell them that the only reason she was wet was because Brad had been kissing and touching her in the hallway outside the bathroom? She didn’t want to get Brad in trouble, so she sat quietly while Myron put his fingers into her vagina and asshole.

  To her surprise, Myron pulled his hand away. “Have you had enough of sitting there tied up?” he asked.

  Relief flooded through her. “Yeah.”

  “Turn around, I’ll help you out.”

  Suzie gratefully turned her back to him, and felt him fiddling around with the string around her wrists. She was happy when the binding loosened, and she could pull her hands apart. She brought her hands in front of her.

  But then stopped, confused. Yarn still circled both wrists. Her hands were no longer tied behind her, but they were still tied. What was Myron up to? She turned to look at him.

  He was grinning mischievously. Now she could see that two lines of yarn wrapped around her wrists and trailed off away from the table. Confused, she tried to follow them with her eyes. When she saw two lines of braided yarn in Myron’s hand, she felt sick with understanding.

  He pulled.

  The line of yarn grew taut, and Suzie’s hands were pulled away from her body. Myron stepped to the side, hauling on his end of the yarn with all his strength. He was too strong, Suzie couldn’t fight his pull. Now she could see that the line of yarn had been flung over a ceiling beam, five feet from the table. As he pulled, she was dragged forward until she was below the beam, and then her arms were pulled to the ceiling. She was stretched up and up, onto her tiptoes, and then her feet were dangling in the air, the yarn cutting into her wrists as she was suspended. Myron kept her hanging there for a moment, as if to show off how easy it was for him to lift her. Then he gradually lowered her until her toes could touch the ground. Suzie’s body was stretched taut, helplessly dangling from the ceiling beam.

  Myron tied his end of the yarn around a wooden post, then grinned, pleased at Suzie’s predicament. Corine was smiling too. Suzie struggled, but it was useless. She was completely helpless, and she knew that any pleas for freedom would be ignored. If anything, it seemed to turn Myron on more when she begged

  She heard Myron and Corine murmuring to each other. “How long are you going to leave her like that?” Corine asked.

  “Just a little while. I want to see if anything good happens,” he replied. He didn’t volunteer any details about what he hoped to see.

  Suzie felt humiliated as she dangled there, desperately standing on her toes to take the weight off her wrists. An older couple walked past and stared at her in obvious disapproval. Suzie flushed but couldn’t do anything to hide herself from them.

  Two men walked by, and stopped when they caught sight of her. “Hey, what have we here?” the first man said, smiling when he saw Suzie. He had dark curly hair and a thin moustache.

  The other man was blonde and had his hair gelled up in disorderly spikes. “It’s that same girl, Benny. The one who walked through the restaurant.”

  “You’re right.” The men gazed at Suzie appreciatively. Benny asked, “So, is this, like, some kind of weird sex thing? You get off on this kind of scene?”

  “No.” Suzie’s voice was a whisper. She kept her eyes down, too embarrassed to look at their faces. “I didn’t want this to happen at all. Myron thinks it’s funny to do this to me, to tie me up naked in front of everyone. Please, leave me alone and don’t look at me
… I can’t stand it.”

  The blonde man frowned, but Benny said, “It’s part of the scene, bro. It’s the submission. She pretends to be embarrassed, but really she’s totally getting off on it.”

  “No, that’s not true!” Suzie protested, but they weren’t listening to her. It seemed as if they’d figured out a way to explain away her protests, and now it didn’t matter what she said.

  “So we can touch her?” the blonde asked.

  Benny just grinned, and reached for Suzie’s breasts. He palmed them roughly, squeezing her tender flesh. Suzie squirmed in his grasp, acutely aware of how helpless she was. Behind the two men, she could see Myron and Corine watching intently.

  Benny moved his hand down her body and pressed his palm between her legs. “She’s wet!” he chortled. “Told you, Lance. Told you she gets off on this.”

  “Please don’t… please leave me alone…” Suzie begged. As Benny stooped, she could see over his head to where Myron sat, his eyes twinkling with delight. He was clearly enjoying seeing these strange men play with her body while she stood with her arms in the air, unable to stop them. Suzie’s jaw clinched as she felt Benny’s finger wriggle up inside her vagina; she squeezed her eyes shut so she wouldn’t have to see Myron’s leering face. Now Lance was gripping one of her legs, pulling it up and to the side so that Benny could get more of his hand between her legs.

  “Let’s turn her around,” Benny suggested.

  It was a simple thing for them to do. All Lance had to do was pull at her leg and she turned helplessly in the air, twirling until she faced away from them. She blushed as she felt their hands on her ass, spreading her cheeks so they could gaze at her little asshole.

  Lance murmured, “Are you serious? Right here?”

  Benny replied, “Bro, I’m telling you. It’s what she wants!” Suzie heard a zipping noise. Benny was unzipping. He was going to pull out his penis and have sex with her right there. Probably both of them would, and she couldn’t stop them.

  “What’s going on?” a voice asked. It was Brad’s voice. He had returned.