18. Stuck on You
Amy doesn’t trust this gate one bit, so she decides she’s better off climbing the wrought iron fence. After a few slides and false starts, she makes some good progress. Inch by inch, she makes her way higher until she’s at the tippy top. Here, she finds that the tops of the bars narrow into very tiny points, making them seem almost spike-like. She tentatively reaches out and gently touches the nearest point.
“Ouch!”
A drop of blood is drawn and Amy quickly puts her finger in her mouth to suck it. Better be careful here. She carefully puts one foot on the cross bar where the bars start narrowing into spike. Then, the other. She’s in a squat hanging from the gate. She slowly straightens her legs, then carefully steps over, holding lightly onto the top of a pair of spikes for balance. She now stands straddling the gate, one foot on the inside, the other on the out. Suddenly-
SHINK!
The spike behind her flies upward, piercing her jeans and panties. She feels cold metal on the inside of her butt cheeks. Somehow the spike passed straight between her cheeks, bisecting her crack, then poking painfully into her lower back. Amy tries standing on her tippy toes in an effort to free her pants from the spike, but it doesn’t work. She undoes her fly, then gradually leans forward. RIIIIP! She slowly rips out of the seat of her pants and underpants. The tear goes all the way to the waistline. Both garments are ruined. She carefully steps out of her pant legs. She is now naked from the waste down. She goes to swing her other leg to the inside when-
SHINK!
A spike sits inches from her face. She carefully looks down to see it has plunged straight through her t-shirt. Sweat beads on Amy’s forehead. She wants to get out of here, now. She RIIIPPPS the shirt off, only to find the spike, in passing through her cleavage, has impaled her bra where the cups meet. She sighs and unclasps the back, leaving her pink bra hanging from the spike. Now wearing nothing but socks and boots, Amy prepares to descend when-
SHINK! A final spike slams upward between her legs, the point emerging from her forehead with a splatter of blood. Amy’s naked body, butt pointing outward, pink bra to one side, tattered be-hearted panties to the other, remains a monument and warning to future trespassers. If you’re going to break in, at least have the courtesy to break in through the gate.
Amy is in no state to continue her adventure or her life.