Hang them up by their panties

Cool autumn air teased Susie's nipples. The lights of the carnival cast flickering shadows over her bare body, although it was certainly bright enough to make out every detail of her figure.

She wriggled, toes kicking in the air, swaying back and forth, trying to free her hands so she could at least conceal her small but perky breasts and her round pink nipples from the curious gazes below her. Word had gotten around that there was something very interesting to be seen in the back alley behind the Haunted House. She recognised Ben from her math class, and two boys from the football team, and Doc Topper who ran the malt shop, and Trixie Washington from her English class who sometimes poked her with a pin when the teachers weren't looking. And lots more.

It was no use. She couldn't break the strands of thread that bound her wrists behind her back.

All the wriggling did nothing but bounce her up and down, which wasn't very comfortable. A figure of a skeleton was leaning out of a second-floor window of the Haunted House, holding a fishing line. Hooked onto the end of that fishing line were Susie's white panties, and inside Susie's white panties was her pleasantly rounded bottom, inviting as a ripe summer apple. Gravity had wedged her panties deeply into her bottom, revealing her pale cheeks.

Bonnie, next to her, was in exactly the same predicament. The two girls hung in the air, squirming in their bonds, stripped down to nothing but their panties, cheeks flaming hot despite the chill of the evening. Hank, a member of the football team, nudged his pal and pointed upward.

"Hey, Bonnie," he called out. "I can see your BOOBIES!"

The only answer was an inarticulate scream of rage. He grinned. This was turning out to be the best Halloween ever.