Chapter 3: Hanging Death Trap


    Chapter 3: Hanging Death Trap


    The gorgeous young women in the skin-tight one-piece simmering red costume was standing on the


    tform twenty feet above the stage and even more above the crowd who hade to that glittering


    pleasure dome in Las Vegas to watch her once more defy death. Ste Walters smiled at the crowd as


    she stood there, one arm held high in a dramatic pose. She held the pose for a few more seconds, and


    then turned to her assistant.


    Tara was also up on the tform, holding a cloth sack, also showing off her firm young body in a simr


    tight fitting bit of electric blue lycra. She put the sack on the tform and then pulled a coil of rope out


    of it. Ste turned her back and ced her arms behind her. As Tara looped the rope around her


    elbows and pulled them tightly together, the crowd was treated to a wonderful disy ofrge and firm


    breasts straining at the thin cloth barely covering them. She bound the wrists after solidly connecting


    the elbows.


    To an observer, even one on the tform with them, had there been such, would have had no


    comint about the method of binding. Tara was wrapping the ropes tightly, cinching them down and


    double and triple knotting them. No normal woman could have worked her arms free from that


    bondage.


    Lowering herself to a kneeling position, Ste allowed her assistant to aid her in lying t on her


    stomach. Tara then proceeded to fetch another length of white nylon rope and bind Ste’s ankles


    together. On either side of the stage wererge screens on which were projected close up images of


    the binding going on high above the people. On screens twenty feet in height, they could see each turn


    of the rope, each winding of a cinch rope and each knot as it was ced carefully on the premier


    escape artist’s limbs. Many of the females in the audience gazed in rapture at the binding of this


    women, most of them imagining what it would be like were it their arms and legs being tied.


    At a signal from Tara, an overhead hoist began lowering a rope. As the end of it came into view, it


    appeared to the audience that there was another woman there, bound and tied to the end of the rope.


    This woman was hogtied in the same manner as Ste, but wore a ck suit that covered her from


    head to toe, including a hood thatpletely covered the head. Against that ck, the white ropes


    stood out vividly. As that apparently helpless woman came near the top of the tform, those watching


    the screen could see that a second rope wasing down from the hogtied figure. As that rope


    neared, Tara took it in her hands and, as it lowered more, threaded it between Ste’s forearms and


    legs. The ck d figure stopped at the level of Tara’s head. The rope Tara was using to connect


    Ste’s hands and feet was tied to a metal ring, which, in turn, was tied around the waist of the figure.


    As Tara brought the end of the rope back up and was tying it to the ring, the announcer was telling the


    audience that the figure in ck was just a dummy and was ced there so they could see what would


    happen to Ste’s body if she did not escape from the “Hanging Hogtie Death Trap.”


    When Tara had the rope tied off to her satisfaction, the dummy began to rise; the rope from her waist


    ring pulled taut as it did, and Ste’s feet came up and approached her hands. The tightening rope was


    forcing her into a hogtie very much the same as the dummy’s. Up and up the two hogtied and hanging


    figures went, until Ste was totally suspended a couple feet above the tform. At that time, the


    announcer called the audience’s attention to a ck package that was taped to the rope just above the


    dummy. This, he exined, was a small explosive charge, but one big enough to sever the rope quickly


    and totally. There was a fuse hanging down from that package. Ste’s assistant would light that fuse,


    he continued, giving Ste approximately four minutes to escape before the fuse reached the charge


    and the rope severed.


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    The overhead hoist began to move sideways, bringing Ste away from the tform. When she was


    about six feet from the edge, it stopped. Tara was holding the end of the fuse in her hand, waiting for


    the next part of the act.


    The announcer then told them what would happen should the escape artist fail to free herself in time.


    As he did, a short screen at the edge of the stage dropped, revealing a bed of metal spikes directly


    under Ste. Each was about two feet long and sharpened to a wicked point. Fifteen of them pointed


    upward in a grid of death.


    For a few long moments the scene was frozen. Tara was holding the fuse and looking worried. Ste


    was, as the audience could see on the close up screens, under considerable strain from hanging in a


    hogtie. The camera panned over her body, catching not only the tightness of the ropes holding her


    prisoner but also every line and curve of her body as it hung there.


    There was a short drum roll, and the announcer said, “You may light the fuse!”


    Tara flicked her Bic and put the me to the end of the fuse. It began to sputter and spark. She dropped


    it and the smoking, sparking end fell down to only a foot above Ste’s bound ankles.


    Ste began wiggling and struggling. Her fingers frantically felt around the rope binding her wrists, as if


    seeking a knot she could untie. As she struggled and pulled and strained against the ropes, she was


    putting on a fine show for the audience. The burning end of the fuse slowly crept upward. Ste


    strained against the ropes, anxiety obvious on her beautiful face. A couple times she shook her body,


    making her long blonde hair dance around under her. It was a wonderful show, and more a few males


    in the audience felt a hardening of their manhood at the sight of this lovely creature so very helpless


    and endangered.


    No normal woman could never hope to escape from those tight ropes. Even Ste, with all her skills


    and superbly conditioned body should not have been able to free any part of herself. Yet, as the


    sparking end of the fuse climbed closer to that ck taped package, she was straining her arms,


    pushing one down while pulling the other upward. The ropes seemed to be loosening, almost


    magically. She continued to work them and they became looser. But her progress was slow - slower


    than the relentless shortening of the fuse.


    As the fuse passed by the ck dummy, Ste was jerking her arms back and forth, working them


    against each other and the ropes. With one hand she was holding on to the rope from her wrists up to


    the ring, trying to ease the pressure it was applying to the wrist bondage. The other hand was working


    at the wrist ropes, pulling at them.


    The fuse was only two feet below the package and climbing. Some of the audience could see that one


    of the strands of rope had been worked down over her hand. She wasted no time in moving that ck


    up into the other windings.


    The fuse was only a foot below the explosives. The ropes were off her wrists and she was still holding


    on to the rope up to the ring. If she were to let go of it, she would have swung down and been hanging


    upside down by her ankles. She did not want that. She worked her free arm back and forth rapidly, and


    suddenly the ropes above her elbows were sliding down. She shook her arm free of them.


    The fuse was only a few inches from the package. Ste twisted around, pivoting by the hand that was


    holding the rope, and brought her other hand up to grab it.


    The fuse was almost touching the explosives. Taking the rope in both hands, Ste rapidly pulled


    herself upward to get enough ck in the rope still around her ankle bondage so she could begin


    pumping her legs. She and the dummy began swinging.


    The burning touched the package. At the same instant, Ste made onest, big pump with her legs as


    she swung towards the tform.


    There was a loud bang; fire red from the ck package and the rope was immediately cut in two. At


    the same instant, Ste let go of the rope and reached out with her hands for the edge of the tform.


    Behind her, the dummy began falling. Ste’s hands caught the edge. As the dummy crashed onto the


    spikes below, she was hanging by her hands from the tform. It was clear what would have happened


    to her had she not worked her way free: the dummy was skewered by the long spikes.


    With an effort, and aided by Tara, Ste pulled herself onto the tform. She sat there, gasping for a


    few seconds while the audience apuded. Then she reached down and untied the ropes from her


    ankles. Standing up, she struck her victory pose, one arm lifted up and one knee bent slightly forward.


    As the cameras panned over her body, the audience could see the red pressure marks on her arms


    and ankles, and they knew that she had fought a real battle against the ropes.


    As they climbed down from the tform, Tara’s hands were shaking.


    “You nearly didn’t make it this time,” she hissed at Ste. “Why do you insist on such dangerous


    stunts?”


    “Because the people want to see the real thing,” she told Tara as she waved and smiled at the


    audience. “They want to be sure that it is real and not all an illusion.”


    “But it is an illusion, a trick,” Tara said as they turned to leave the stage. “We use those special ropes


    that give like stic. On other tricks there are false bottoms and secret catches and such. But why do


    you insist on making it so close to being real? You damned near didn’t make it out of those ropes in


    time.”


    Ste stopped behind the main curtain and turned to her assistant and close friend. “Maybe I like the


    challenge of seeing how close I cane to failure. How close I can tease death and win.”


    “One of these days you will lose that challenge.”


    “Maybe. But until then, I’m the best female escape artist in the world,” she said brightly.


    “Female, hell. You are the best, period!”