MIRROR: Download from MEGA Click Here! Bart Honishi, an older teenager, with blond hair, was a hard working man. He seldom allowed his own interests to interfere with his works, and he rarely refused odd jobs. When he did allow his jobs to interfere, those that knew of what he has done feared them. One day he allowed his interest interfere, and the poor unsuspecting soul has never been the same. Then again, neither was he. Here is the story as it was told to me. Be very aware should you ever meet Bart.This takes place about three years ago. One day mid afternoon Bart was going home from work. For a change he had the afternoon off, and nobody had gotten him to do an odd job. Bart had his head in the clouds not paying attention to where he was going, when he bumped into a compatriot he knew from one of his many odd jobs. This young man was a younger, however not much younger, than Bart. The dark haired young man was named Ted Jonas. Ted was unaware of Bart's past. During the apologies, and the recollections, Bart asked if Ted would like to accompany him to the promenade and scope out the cute chicks. After thinking for a few minutes, Ted nodded his head, and agreed. About an hour later the Promenade seemed to be very empty, and Bart spoke up next. "Since this place has become snore city, I was wondering if you would like to see something very exciting?" "Exciting? By what means do you mean exciting?" Ted responded. "There is a rumor of an old bridge, and I was wondering if you would like to check it out with me. The bridge has been dubbed Hang-Man's Bridge," Bart responded. "It seems that Ghosts really do exist there." "That sounds like fun. Let's do it!" Ted's voice showed much excitement. The two boys hopped into Bart's car, and he turned down an old abondoned path. After about an hour, Bart turned the car down a path to the left of them, making them travel East. Another hour passed on, with no sights of the bridge, when suddenly a thick fog rolled in, causing Bart to slow his car down. "Umm, Bart? How much longer until we reach the bridge?" Ted was beginning to sound anxious. "After all, this fog is so thick I am sure if I had a pocket knife, I could cut it." "We are here, but before I continue on, have you actually heard the rumor of the Hang-Man's Bridge?" Bart asked turning his head away from Ted to hide the wide grin that was on his face. "I have, that is the reason I agreed to come." I see, well close your eyes, and chant away." Ted did as he was asked, and closed his eyes. He began the triple chant which was required from the rumor. Once he said Bloody Mary for the third time, he added a large amount of emphasis. He opened his eyes screamed at what he saw, and passed out. What he saw was a young teen girl in a long white dress, with full length sleeves, and many dried blood stains coveering the dress. The long blonde hair didn't cover the rope at her neck. She was hanging from the beams across the top of the old suspension bridge. Bart immediately carried Ted to the car, and drove to a nearby abandoned mansion, surprisingly kept in decent repair. He then carried Ted into the basement. About forty-five minutes later, Ted awoke only to find himself tied to a chair, unable to move. he looked around at his surroundings, finding himself in what seemed to be an old-fashioned torture chamber. He looked at himself after realizing his t-shirt was gone, and replaced by other clothing. It seems he was wearing a replica of the dress that he saw on that girl. "What is going on here?" Ted asked in fear. "It is not for you to worry about, scum. You asked for this!" A female voice replied. "Who are you? Where is Bart?" "I a-am Bart," the female voice replied. "I don't believe you," Bart walks in front of him, and drops his clothes. Under the clothes and mask that he dropped from his face, the girl from the bridge is standing in front of him. "I am Bart, but I have been in hiding for many years. Why did you kill me? Or..., should I say try to kill me?" "Gertrude? Oh my God!" "Yeah, Me! You are not going to see tomorrow if you don't obey me for the rest of the night!" "And what do you wish of me?" "First of all, refer to me as Mistress. Secondly, only speak when spoken to, thirdly You must never tell anyone of what happens tonight." "Y-yes, Mistress Gertrude." Gertrude slaps Ted in the face. "YOU insolent filthy worthless excuse for a teenage boy!" Gertrude spoke in an angry voice. "What did I say wrong Mistress Gertrude?" "YOU did it again! Call me MISTRESS, not Mistress Gertrude!" Gertrude slaps him again, and begins to lift up on the skirt of the dress. "I am sorry Mistress." Gertrude reaches under the skirt and presses a 2 inch butt plug into his unprotected hole. She then takes something a bit smaller and slowly wedges it into the small slit on his penis. Ted screams in pain as she inserts the plug into his penis. Getrude takes a few clamps and places one on each ball sack and the remaining two she holds in her hands. As Ted screams Gertrude undoes some hidden buttons in the dress making the breast peice lift up, where she applies two gator clamps on his nipples. "AHHHH! The pain!" "I told you not to speak unless spoken too!" Gerturde slaps his face again, and places a whiffle ball gag in his mouth. Ted moans, not being able to do much more. Gertrude Smiles sadistically. "Having fun? No need to answer. I can see you are!" she smirks at the look of fear and pain on his face. Gertrude places a noose around his neck, and tells him to stop squirming, or the noose will tighten.