Julie loves fall; the crisp, sunny days, the colorful leaves. And Halloween. So when it approached, she volunteered to take her nephews trick-or-treating. They are ages eight and ten, and sometimes they can be little hellions. They don't usually act up with her because she tries to keep them busy doing cool stuff Mom or Grandmother won't let them do. Things usually go without a hitch. But this Halloween would be different.
This year Kev, the eight year old, dresses as the Minion Kevin, of course, and the ten year old, Billy, as Iron Man. Julie dresses as Wonder Woman, hoping to forestall any shenanigans. The kid's costumes were rather bulky and hard to move in so she figured they'd be restricted in what kind of trouble they could get into. She did not expect that they could scheme and plot a way to do it. Guess she still sees them as little kids, and not little grownups.
She'd already taken them to Grandmother's house and did her street. They also walked their own street, and their bags were getting full of candy, with the occasional box of raisins, toothbrush, or other such items Julie knew would be thrown out. She did not envy my sister once they get the candy in them.
Anyway, they saw some friends heading to Main Street and wanted to join them. She saw the group was paraded by a set of parents so thought it would be a safe idea.
Very few shops are open when the little goblins are about. One or two were and they were giving out candy and had beverages for the adults.
"Last stop, guys. Time to head home."
"Aw, Aunt Julie, can't we stay out longer?"
"No. It's time, you have enough in your bags now to last until Christmas."
"Okay," the crestfallen voices say.
They approach a shop that was still open but not participating in treats. She should've had the sense to cross the street before they reached the shop but she was distracted by a group of older kids.
One minute they are headed home, and the next, she's getting yelled at by the shop's owner.
"I'm sorry, sir. I don't know what happened."
"Your kids just egged my shop. They got egg all over the windows and door, and some even reached the chairs inside. They need to be punished, and I know just how they should be."
"Sir, I can understand your anger. They are just kids and I have no doubt my sister will punish them once I get them home."
"Someone still needs to take care of this prank."
"Sir, if it will help, I'll come back and help you clean up."
"Thank you, miss. That would be helpful indeed."
"Okay, I'll get them home and be back in about twenty minutes. Will that be alright?"
"You'd better or I'll go to the cops."
"I will."
She corrals the two kids and they head home. She explains the situation to her sister and tells her that she'll take care of the shop if she punishes them. She agrees.
Julie leaves them there, trying to explain where they got the eggs, and headed back to the shop.
She walks into the shop and sees no one there. "Hello? It's Wonder Woman here to clean up."
The owner comes out of the back with cleaning paraphernalia and hands her the mop.
"Please clean the floor."
Julie mops the eggy mess off the floor and finishes with a soapy solution and rinse. In the meantime, the owner, Ed, was doing the windows and doors.
They finish about the same time. "The chairs still need doing. Here are some towels."
He hands them to her and she gets to work wiping off the chairs, three in all, starting by the door and working her way inside. Ed stands there watching me clean.
"You are doing a great job, very thorough."
"I don't want to give you cause to complain."
She's on the last chair and almost finished. Julie sits in the chair in order to reach the mess stuck to the inside of some decoration. Ed moves behind her with something in his hands but she's busy cleaning the last bit of egg and doesn't pay attention, figuring he's still cleaning too.
Suddenly a leather strap is put around her shoulders and is pulled really tight, making her sit straight up. "What the...?"
"A good job, yes, but someone still needs to be punished and I'm the one to do it."
"There's no need, it's all cleaned up. No harm done. Now let me go."
"It's the principle of the thing, and no, you're not going anywhere."
He comes around to the side of her and ties her arms to the arms of the chair. For good measure he adds a leather strap around her middle. She can't move at all except for her legs. Kicking would be futile, no leverage, no power.
"But mumf," she tries to speak but a gag is placed in her mouth. She's suddenly very, very afraid. She looks around for help but sees he has already locked the door and pulled the blinds. No one knows she's in there; she never told her sister what shop.
Julie is facing the mirror, staring at her bondage. He's moving behind her but her body and the chair are blocking her view. He turns around and pushes the chair around so she's facing the waiting chairs. She can no longer see what he's about.
He walks to the light switch, turns off the lights, and goes into the back room. She's left alone, tied to the chair, gag in her mouth. She sees shadows walking by the shop. Late trick-or-treaters. After a while, there's no one. The only shadows come from falling leaves.
She has no idea how long she sat there. She might've dozed off for a while. She slowly becomes aware of a howling wind and she sees more shadows in the street light. There's a larger shadow at the door. She swears she hears them trying to open the door. She tries to shout, but her mouth is dry with the rag in her mouth. Maybe she doesn't want them to find her; it could mean a worse situation than this one.
Still he doesn't come back.
It's late at night and she's tired, so she dozes again. She's suddenly wakened by a loud buzzing sound by her head. Julie opens her eyes and there's only light from a small lantern. She can't see anything else in the dim light.
She feels clippers slide across the top of her head, front to back. The mad barber is shaving her head! She struggles, trying to get away, but she can only move a few inches. He answers her attempt by firmly grasping her head in a vice-like grip. She feels more hair on top being sheared away. As the blade gets closer to her scalp, she feels the vibrational buzzing down to her core. Even in her distress, her body responds to the sensuous feeling of clippers on her head. She feels herself moisten.
When all the hair is off the top of her head, he turns off the clippers, puts them down, takes the lantern and walks out again.
