05 - One Crazy Halloween Night
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By K.C.
It was the night of Halloween and I was heading over to Anita and Kate’s new apartment to get my costume from Anita and to do some pregaming before we headed out to their friend’s Halloween party. Traffic had been pretty bad in getting there, but I lucked out in getting a parking space on one of the streets near their apartment building.
Once I had gotten there, I knocked on their door.
“Who is it?” I heard Anita’s voice say through the door.
“It’s me, K.C.,” I replied.
“Oh hey, you’re late, you know,” she continued, opening the door for me. “You were supposed to be here like half an hour ago.”
“I know, I know, sorry,” I said, shamefully. “Traffic was bad…but hey, you look great in your costume,” I said, hoping to deflect the conversation to a different topic.
“Yeah, yeah…c’mon, let’s get you ready in your costume,” Anita said pulling me inside.
For those who don’t remember, Anita was an Asian -American girl with shoulder-length black hair, brown eyes, 5’5 height, and weighed about 110 pounds. She had chosen to dress up as a nurse for Halloween with a tight white dress that went just barely above her knees along with white pantyhose and a white hat with a red cross on the front. She also had matching white shoes to go with the costume, but these were left by the door.
As I removed my jacket and shoes, I noticed that Kate, her roommate, and Christine, a classmate of theirs who lived in an apartment building a couple of blocks away, were already in costume as well. To describe Kate, she was an American girl from Texas with shoulder length brunette hair, brown eyes and was about 5’7 in height. For Christine, I had learned from Anita that she had originally grew up in New York, was Italian-American, had brunette hair, brown eyes, and was quite tall at 5’10. I had only talked briefly with her a few times when I had visited Anita on the weekends (worked on the weekdays).
For Kate’s costume, she had dressed up as a cowgirl with a cowgirl hat, a tight tee with a small plaid shirt with a knot tied in the front to expose her stomach, a jean skirt, a belt with a gold buckle on the front, cowboy boots, and a lasso. However, she was currently barefoot as her cowboy boots had been placed on the floor next to the sofa and her lasso appeared to have been used against her, as she was laying in a hogtie on the sofa. The hands had been tied palm to palm with each other and were only a couple of inches away from her crossed ankles. I was surprised they were able to pull it off with just one long rope.
For Christine, she had dressed up as a policewoman with a skimpy police officer suit, a mini skirt, fishnet stockings, black knee-high boots, and a utility belt (with a baton and set of handcuffs). However, the handcuffs were currently missing from her belt and were being used to lock Christine’s hands behind her back. She, too, was shoeless, as her boots were lying in a slump next to the door.
“Hey, guys,” I said to Kate and Christine. “Seem to be in a bind?”
“Hey,” Kate replied, shifting around onto her side to face me. “Yeah, we were just messing around, since you and John were late. And John’s not going to be here for another half hour either.”
“Yeah, way to make us ladies wait,” Christine chimed in.
“Oh yeah, we took some pictures, come take a look,” Anita said.
The pictures I saw on the digital camera consisted of the girls posing in their outfits, doing a few body shots, and a few of Kate being tied up and Christine in her handcuffs.
“I guess you guys have kept busy,” I remarked.
“Yeah, well, now you need to get in costume too,” Anita said, dragging me into her room.
“What’d you get for me?” I asked.
“It’s a surprise. Plus, we’ll be a matching couple,” she replied gleefully.
It turned out that she had gotten me crazy hospital patient costume, complete with a straitjacket and scrubs pants (the kind hospital workers wear).
“Seriously?” I asked. I proceeded to change out of my jeans to put the scrubs pants on.
“Mmm-hmm. C’mon, it’ll be fun. Try it on!” she said, as she started to slip my arms into the straitjacket.
She then proceeded to strap all the buckles in before crossing my arms in front of me and securing it with a knot in the back.
“There you go. How’s that feel?” she asked.
“Tight,” I replied. “But not too bad.”
“Okay, camera time,” she said, as she headed back into the living to get her camera and took some pictures of me in costume. Once she was finished, we headed back over to the living room to join the others.
“Aww, you guys match,” Christine commented.
“A nurse and her patient,” Kate added in.
“Hey, lemme get a couple of you guys together. You and Christine first. Near the wall,” Anita said, still holding her camera. “And don’t forget to show me your hands too,” she mentioned to Christine.
“Why am I the one in handcuffs?” Christine said jokingly, wriggling her hands behind her back futilely.
“I’m the one dressed as a cop. It should be you instead.”
“Ok, smile,” Anita said, as she started to take pictures.
She got a couple of silly pictures with me pretending to be a crazy patient and with Christine role-playing as a captive cop in fear. She also got a couple of pictures of us pretending to be perpetrators with pouty faces, having us rotate so she could get pictures of Christine in her handcuffs and different angles of me in the straitjacket.
“All right, enough pictures,” Christine said. “I haven’t even had a chance to use my own camera yet. Take the handcuffs off already.”
“Fine, fine,” Anita said, putting down her camera and fetching the keys on the table. Within moments, she had released Christine’s wrists from behind her back.
“Ahh, that’s better,” Christine said, rubbing her wrists. “Now, it’s your turn,” she continued, quickly turning on Anita, and placing her hands behind her back.
“Hey!” Anita cried out, but offered no resistance as Christine slapped the handcuffs on her wrists. Christine then used the handcuff keys to double lock the cuffs to make sure they wouldn’t “slip” or tighten up.
“All right, time for me to get some pictures in,” Christine said, grabbing her camera.
She first took a couple of pictures of Anita in her handcuffs, then of me and Anita together, and a few of us making fun of Kate. It was pretty freaking hilarious; one picture had Anita mounted on top of Kate’s back as if she was riding a horse, another picture had me sticking my crotch in her face, and one of the pictures had me and Anita giving Kate sloppy kisses on her cheeks.
But before the fun could continue, we heard someone’s phone ring.
“I think that’s my phone,” Kate said. “It might be John. Can you untie me, Christine?” she continued, now starting to struggle and squirm a bit on the couch looking at her phone on the table.
“That’d take too long,” Christine replied. “I’ll answer it.”
“Wait! No!” Kate replied, now trying brute strength to break out of the hogtie as she flexed her leg muscles.
“Hello?” Christine said, answering Kate’s phone. “Kate? Yeah, she’s here…I don’t know, she’s a bit tied up right now…huh? You want to talk to her? Well, let’s see?”
“Christine! Phone! Now!” Kate screamed out loud.
“Okay, okay,” Christine replied, giggling. “Here she is,” she said to John as she placed the phone next to Kate’s ear and mouth.
“Hello?” Kate said. “You know, you’re really really late…Oh, you’re here already? Crap, I’ll have Anita come get you at the door…Why not me? Umm…well, you’ll see…ok, see you in a bit. Bye.”
“Go get John at the door,” Kate instructed Anita. “He’s waiting outside.”
“Okay, Christine, can you release my hands from behind my back?” Anita said, turning her hands towards Christine.
“Wait, he’s outside already? I’ll just go get him,” Christine said and headed out the door.
“But-“ Anita started to say. “Ugh…she forgot the doors auto lock for the outside. And she forgot her boots too.”
“She’s always in a rush,” Kate replied. “Dammit, I shouldn’t have let you guys tie me up. I’ll look like a mess in front of John.”
“Aww…poor girl,” Anita said, walking over to Kate to mess with her hair. “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind untying you though.”
“Grr…I’ll get you back,” Kate muttered, blowing her hair out of her eyes.
Just then, we heard a knock on the door.
“Hey, open up, it’s us,” Christine called out.
“Just a sec,” Anita said, as she headed over to answer. She turned her back towards the door and reached out with her hands to turn the doorknob.
“Hey guys, sorry I’m late, I just…whoa, what’s going on here?” John asked, noticing that we were all in restraints. He then started to walk over to Kate.
“Uh-uh, shoes,” Christine said, following right behind him. “They made me take off my boots when I first came in too.”
“Oh yeah, oops,” John said. For a short description, John was a white Caucasian male with short blonde hair, blue eyes, and was 6’2 in height. For Halloween, he decided to dress up as a cowboy to match his girlfriend, wearing a plaid shirt, a brown vest over it, blue jeans, a belt with a big buckle on the front, a lasso attached to the belt, a cowboy hat, and cowboy boots, which he removed at the door. “So, what happened? You guys get really bored and tied each other up?” he continued, heading over to Kate on the sofa.
“Yeah, pretty much,” Kate replied. “I’ve been trapped in this hogtie for almost an hour now.”
“Here, lemme undo that for you,” John said, laughing, and started to undo the knot holding the lasso rope in place. “Sorry about taking so long. Traffic was terrible.”
“That’s why I was late too,” I chimed in.
“Yeah yeah, no excuses,” Anita replied, giving me a kick to the butt. “You’re not even that far away.”
“Phew, that’s better,” Kate said aloud, as she stretched out her legs. John had just released the part of the rope coils keeping her ankles together and connected to her wrists. It was only a matter of time before he had uncoiled the rest of the rope from Kate’s wrists, finally freeing her altogether.
“All right, we should probably head on out,” Christine suggested. “We’re already pretty late.”
“Yeah, lemme just go freshen up real quick,” Kate said, heading to the bathroom.
“That’s a good idea. I’ll go too right after you,” Christine replied.
“Hey, what about me?” Anita asked, shaking her wrists behind her.
“You…you’ve been a bad girl,” Christine replied, taking out her baton and lightly hitting her in the butt. “Plus…don’t you think she looks good in handcuffs, K.C.?”
“Mmm-hmm,” I said, nodding vigorously. I told myself to calm down to avoid from “pitching a tent” right then and there.
“Okay, all set,” Kate said, heading out of the bathroom. “Your turn, Christine.” She then proceeded to attach her lasso back onto her belt and slipped her cowboy boots onto her feet.
Once Christine was finished in the bathroom, the rest of us got our shoes/boots on and headed out the door. When we got to John’s car (his was the biggest out of all the vehicles), Christine helped me and Anita get into the back seat (since I was still in the straitjacket costume and Anita in handcuffs) and strapped into our seatbelts while John and Kate took the front seats.
It wasn’t until we arrived to the party that Christine finally unlocked Anita’s handcuffs (explaining that she didn’t want to escort me and Anita around the entire night – she wanted to flirt with the guys there and maybe snag one of them with her handcuffs). I won’t bore you with what happened at the party…it was pretty typical stuff that you do at a party; drink a bit, dance, and be social. There were some interesting costumes and Anita had let me out of the straitjacket a couple of times for other people to try on. This was great for me, since I had gotten a bit hot from being inside of it and gave me a break to go pee or drink beer. Three hours later, once the party started to empty out, we decided to leave and head back to Kate and Anita’s apartment.
“Hey, do you guys mind if I crash here for the night?” Christine asked, as she unzipped her boots off once we got inside.
“Yeah, sure, I have an extra airbed, if you want to sleep on that,” Kate replied, also removing her boots. The rest of us followed suit and plopped ourselves down on the sofa to watch some TV.
After a while, Anita started to get bored and motioned for me to head over to her room.
“Let’s get this straitjacket back on you,” she said, once we were inside. I had taken it off towards the end of the party and had just held onto it during the ride back. Once I slipped my arms inside, she began to rebuckle all the straps on the back and secured my arms in front of me by wrapping the sleeves around my front and tying the ends off at my back.
“What’re you going to do with me?” I asked.
“You’ll see,” she replied, removing her nurse’s cap and pushing me onto the bed. She then began to kiss me on the lips while “massaging” me down there.
“More…” I whispered, from all the excitement.
“Ooh, it’s getting real hard,” she said, teasingly pulling her hand away. “I’m gonna go take a quick shower,” she then continued, sexily pulling her pantyhose off.
“But-“ I started to say, wanting her to finish.
“Be right back…just relax…for now,” she finished, before giving me a kiss on the lips again and heading out the door.
“Okay,” I replied, dazily. I had been on the brink of ecstacy, but had been stopped just before I could get off. I stared up at the ceiling, wondering what else she had in store for me.
After 15 minutes had gone by and I had calmed down a bit, I started to get a bit curious as to what was taking Anita so long.
I heard a loud “Hey!” coming from outside, so I got up off the bed and leaned my arm down onto the doorknob of Anita’s room to open it.
“Are you okay?” I asked as I was walking over to the living room.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Anita replied back and I could now see what was causing the delay. Her hands had been tied crossed behind her back and her ankles had been tied together as well. She was now laying face-down on the floor as Kate was in the final process of connecting the hands and feet together using a short length of rope.
“Well, so much for that,” I said to Anita, mildly disappointed.
“So much for what?” Kate asked, as she pulled Anita’s feet back to hogtie them to her wrists. She tied the knot off to the side of her ankles.
“ Nothing…ugh!” Anita replied, wincing as Kate had finished securing her and tightening the knots as a double-check. She tugged on the hogtie rope a bit with her feet to test the tie. Kate didn’t leave much wiggle room; there was probably only 5-6 inches of slack in between her wrists and ankles. Anita’s costume lay on the floor next to her. She had changed into a maroon T-shirt and black leggings. I guessed that after she was done showering, Kate got the jump on her.
“Payback for earlier?” I asked.
“Yup,” Kate replied, smugly.
“Don’t forget I helped too,” Christine added in, heading to the fridge for a drink. “Hey, why are you still in your straitjacket? I thought you changed out of it earlier.”
“Don’t look at me,” I replied, shrugging my shoulders. “Ask her,” I continued, pointing in Anita’s direction.
“Sorry…” Anita said, sheepishly, looking up at us.
“And now…it’s your turn,” Kate said, turning on Christine and grabbing her arms. “Gimme your lasso, John.”
“Wait, if we’re going to do this, lemme at least get comfortable first,” Christine said, submitting to Kate. She then headed into the bathroom to change out of her fishnet stockings. “Ok, now I’m ready.”
Once she had John’s lasso, Kate first cut the rope into 3 pieces. Next, she crossed Christine’s wrists behind her back and proceeded to wrap the rope around them multiple times before tying it off.
“You know, we were just kidding earlier,” Christine said nervously to Kate, looking behind her as she wriggled her wrists in their bonds.
“Yeah…sure. Sit down,” Kate instructed. She then took another length of rope and began to loop it around Christine’s ankles before tying the knot in front.
“Now, on your stomach,” Kate said, helping Christine roll over to lie face-down on the floor. She then took a final length of rope, tied one end to Christine’s ankle bonds, and pulled her ankles close to her wrists before tying it off.
“Ahh!” Christine exclaimed, once Kate had finished. She then began to roll around on the floor, struggling wildly to get out.
“Go ahead and try, but you won’t be getting out,” Kate said, triumphantly. She then lightly tickled the soles of Christine’s feet.
“No! Tee-hee…stop!” Christine said, laughing out loud.
“Hehe…lucky for you I need to go use the bathroom,” Kate said. “I should probably change too.” She then headed over to her room to grab a set of clothes and walked over to the bathroom to do her business.
Just then, John walked over to Christine.
“Hey, do you mind if I borrow these handcuffs?” he said to her.
“Yeah sure, go ahead,” Christine replied. “And can you also remove the baton from my belt as well?”
“Okay,” John answered. “You look a bit uncomfortable. Want me to undo any of the ropes?”
“Yeah, can you undo the hogtie? Kate tied it way too tight,” Christine asked.
“No problem,” John replied, as he released the Christine from her hogtie.
“Thanks,” Christine replied gratefully, stretching out her legs.
“What about us?” Anita asked.
“Sorry, Kate told me what you did to her earlier…so you’re on your own,” John replied.
“You suck,” Anita answered, teasingly. She then stuck out her tongue at him.
“Hey, what are you doing?” Kate said, coming out of the bathroom.
“Oh…nothing, just this,” John said, quickly grabbing ahold of Kate’s wrists and handcuffing them behind her back. He then led her into Kate’s bedroom. “You guys behave yourselves,” he said before closing the door.
However a couple of minutes later… a shirtless John came back out. I saw in the background of Kate’s room, that Kate was now lying on her bed with her hands cuffed above her head to the headrest and a blindfold was tied over her eyes.
“Umm…where are the handcuff keys?” John asked Christine.
“In my shirt pocket,” Christine replied. John then helped her get up into a sitting position.
“Careful,” Christine said, as John reached into the pocket next to Christine’s chest. “You wouldn’t want Kate to get mad at you.” Once he had the keys, he headed back into Kate’s bedroom and blasted some loud music.
“So…now what?” Christine asked, renewing her efforts at getting her hands free.
“We try to get loose?” I suggested, trying to find a way out of the straitjacket. I had seen some Houdini videos at how he got out, but I lacked the flexibility in my limbs to do so.
“Ack, I can barely move,” Anita replied, grunting and squirming about on the floor. She tried to bend her feet as close as she could to her hands to undo the knot holding her in a hogtie with her fingers. However, this effort also proved to be fruitless as the knot was just out of reach.
“Lemme try to help,” I said, feeling bad for her. I sat down on the floor next to her.
“How?” Anita replied, taking a break and rolling onto her side to look over at me. “Your hands are stuck in those sleeves, silly.”
“Huh? Oh yeah…” I said, taking better stock of the situation.
“Phew…this is quite a workout,” Anita said. “I’m getting pretty hot…plus, you work your leg muscles too from all this struggling.”
“You can say that again,” Christine said, also breaking a sweat from her efforts. Instead of trying to get out methodically, she was trying to use brute force to slip her hands out.
“I bet they’re having a workout in there as well,” I joked, getting a giggle from both girls.
“Hey, didn’t Kate use some scissors earlier to cut the rope into smaller pieces?” Christine said, matter-of-factly.
“Oh yeah, you’re right,” Anita said. “Your feet aren’t tied. Go get them,” she instructed me.
So, I sauntered over to the kitchen area and knocked the scissors from the counter area down to the floor with my shoulder.
“Kick it over to meee,” Christine then said, excitedly.
“No, meee,” Anita cried out.
“You look kinda stuck,” I said to Anita. “You might have a chance though,” I continued, using my foot to maneuver the scissors over to Christine.
Once I got it within reach of her hands, she grabbed them and proceeded to position the scissors in such a way so she could start cutting through her wrist bonds.
“Wow, you suck,” Anita said to me.
“That’s for picking such a bad costume,” I joked, which resulted in Anita sticking her tongue out at me.
“This is a lot harder than I thought it’d be,” Christine said, still focusing on cutting free.
“How’re you doing so far?” I asked.
“Almost there,” Christine replied. Within a couple of minutes, she was able to cut through the coils of rope and then untied the ropes holding her ankles together.
“Yes! Finally free,” Christine exclaimed.
“Can you untie me now?” Anita asked. “My legs are getting stiff.”
“You’re not the only one getting stiff,” I added in, half-joking and half-serious. I had to admit I took some enjoyment in watching these two tied up.
“I think I’ll help your boyfriend out first,” Christine said. “After all, he did get the scissors for me.”
“But…he wouldn’t untie me for at least another half-hour,” Anita complained, wriggling helplessly in her ropes.
“That’s not true,” I replied. “Well…maybe kind of true.”
Just then, Kate came out of her room.
“Hey, you were able to get out,” she first said to Christine.
“Yeah, looks like you were able to get some control in the bedroom,” Christine remarked, pointing to John in the bedroom. I glanced over into Kate’s bedroom and saw that John had been hogtied in only his boxers and had been gagged and blindfolded with some scarves.
“And how are you doing?” Kate said to Anita, bending down for a moment to tickle her feet.
“Eek!” Anita squealed. “Fine…still trapped in these ropes though.”
“Well, now you know what it was like for me earlier,” Kate said, heading into the bathroom.
“All right, let’s get you out of this straitjacket,” Christine said, releasing the sleeves portion of the jacket and undoing the buckles on the back.
“Now me?” Anita pleaded, looking up at me.
“Yeah yeah,” I said, bending down to untie the knot keeping her ankles tied to her wrists. Once that came loose, she seemed more relaxed, now being able to lower her legs to the floor once again. I then worked on the ropes tying her ankles together and was able to free them within a couple of minutes. However, I decided to keep her wrists tied behind her back.
“Ugh! Told you he wouldn’t untie me…completely,” Anita remarked to Christine.
“You two behave yourselves now,” Christine replied, waving a finger at me.
“We will…have a good night,” I answered back. I then helped Anita up onto her feet and led her into her bedroom.
I won’t go into any details about what happened next, but let’s just say she had to work a little bit in order to get free.
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K.C.'s stories
- 01 - Jenny and Mabel (m/ff)
- 02 - Mak intervenes (m/ff, m/m)
- 03 - A Knotty Evening With Mabel (m/f)
- 04 - The After Party (ff/m, f/f)
- 05 - One Crazy Halloween Night (f/ffm) (in Adults section)
- 06 - Bedroom Fun (m/f) (in Adults section)
- 07 - Trouble in College Dorm (M/F, self/MF) (in Adults section)
- 08 - Foolish Little Brother (m/fm)
- 09 - More Good Times At College (M/F, M/FF, F/M)
K.C.'s unsorted other stories (not necessarily in chronological order) - A Weekend with Sam (m/fm, fm/m, mm/fm)
- A Good Way To Get What You Want (f/ffm)
- Escape Challenges (f/f, f/fm)
- Looking After the Cousins (mm/ffm, ffm/mmf, mm/fff)
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