October 30, 2014 Leave a comment
“Hello? Guys, I give up where are you?” Eighteen year old Charlie Hanks called. Games were often fun for him, but not when he was the only one on one side and his two other classmates on the other. Worse still, instead of his normal clothes, he was dressed in a school girl’s uniform, with blazer, white blouse, skirt, dark tights and one inch heels. He even wore a beige coloured bra with stuffing underneath and female knickers. This was all because he opened his big mouth and his two classmates, Lauren and Jemimah (Jem) felt insulted. After scoring lower than both girls in the weekly Maths test, he agreed to the forfeit of dressing like a girl for them and following them to a the local “Haunted House”–an old mansion rumoured to be controlled by ghosts. If he couldn’t find them within fifteen minutes, he would have to walk the street in the girl’s outfit with his pictures taken.
“Ok, I really give up, where are you….” Suddenly, a chilly gust of air enveloped him….
“PLOOF!” “Ow!” Charlie said, landing on butt. The skirt and nylon tights did little to cushion his fall. As her got up, he saw the trapdoor he fell through snap shut. “Lauren? Jem?” he called, thinking that the girl’s really set him up to keep him locked in, deep in this haunted house for a while. “Games over, you two win! Where are you????” Just then, he noticed the floor he landed on was not dusty or covered with spider webs, far unlike the room above. What on earth was going on?
“And up you go,” Constable Claire Hartley said, guiding the handcuffed hooligan into the police van. “Last lot for the evening eh, Sergeant?”
“Ye…” her superior was about to reply before a report sounded through his radio earpiece. “Hmm… trespassers in that mansion off Hurley Road,” he announced.
“Oh you mean the ‘Ghost House'”, Claire replied.
“It’s not a ‘Ghost House’, Hartley; it’s on local government property and you know who who’s in-charge,” Sergeant Daniels said, giving her a stern look. The local councillor was a rather influential politician who could fire people with the scribble of his signature.
“Go check it out while I get these ones processed.”
“Check it out?”
“Yes, why you have a problem with that? We’re short of staff this week. It’s not like it requires armed officers. Go a ahead and I get back for you later.” Claire was about to argue again but his look changed her mind. What a way to spend Halloween she thought.
Lauren had always gone skiing every summer and winter and she thought she knew what the cold was like. But the chill she was feeling right now was nothing like she ever felt before. Much of it was due to the fact that she was practically naked, save her flimsy black thongs. Her breasts were bra-less before her dress didn’t warrant one, but whoever striped her had kindly wrapped half a towel over it. That was the only kindness she was given as Lauren was strung, arms and legs in a diagonal position, in the middle of the some room. Her restraints were tight leathery ones and she felt as if her limbs were slowly being yanked apart second by second. Lauren would have cried out in pain, had it not being the ball wedged between her teeth and the ultra-sticky tape that reached all the way around her jaw, trapping her blonde hair against her head. Suddenly, the hood covering her was yanked away and her eyes widened as she saw a figure wearing a devil-like mask.
“Mmmmmppph…” she wailed immediately but saw the figure place his (???) fingers to the lips of the mask. “Be quiet,” a mechanical voice said. “Making noise would only dry out your throat even more or make you choke on your gag. Or wake up your friend.” Lauren’s eyes widen to see Jemimah strapped to a nearby table. Unlike her, Jem was in dark blue bra and knickers but she too was gagged with tape. “If you’re wondering where here tights are, well they do make a good stuffing,” the mechanical devil crackled. Lauren then noticed that other ropes were wrapped around her waist and one was…
“Ah, wait. You two must exactly look alike.” After a few minutes, the same rope was tied around Lauren’s waist and other strand went directly into her anal region and across her cortch. “Mmmmpphh…” she wailed, this time from the forced orgasm. “Aw…” the voice said. “Enjoy your arousal.”
It took Charlie several minutes to adjust to the dim light of this lower room. Finally he saw two narrow corridors in front of him. Well, which one to choose? left, right left, right…ok choose right he decided and head down that direction. As he did so, the heels he wore clattered against the floor which suddenly turned from marble to wood. Great, he thought, I really need to get back at these girl’s for dressing me like this. Just as he took one more step, a gloved hand clamped down on his lipstick-covered lips.
“He…mmmppph….!!” Charlie yelled. Immediately he put up a fight but with the heels on, he lost his balance and fell to the ground. Charlie was immediate pinned down by his attacker who used one hand to keep him down and the other to unbutton the blouse he wore. “Hell.p!! Hellmmmm!” He cried as the other hand was pushed back against his lips.
“I recognise you,” his assailant said. “Well, not exactly the normal clothing you would be in would you, Mr. Hanks?”
How typical of a place for Halloween partiers, Claire thought, parking her police vehicle. She had heard lots of stories about this place before and after she joined the police force, though some of them were never verified. As she moved towards the pathway, she immediately noticed the damaged door and her flashlight saw two backpacks on the ground. Salihall Grammar, she read. The school with known pranksters, she remembered. Oh how these students are so going to damage the school’s reputation even more, she thought, entering the house. Suddenly, something hard smacked against her shoulder. Claire shrieked as her light shone on a skeleton. She regained herself and gingerly touched on of the bones. Plastic. Great work kids, planting this to frighten me. “Ok, people, this is the police. Enough with your wise acts. You’re in violation of government property! Come out!”
Claire cried out twice again before moving deeper into the mansion. Suddenly, she heard muffled sounds from a south-easterly direction. Ah ha, she thought. So there you people are she thought, moving in that direction. Now let’s see who you all ar…ZAP! The twenty four year old tumbled to the ground.
“Ah, another gal, just what I need,” the voice said. Within minutes, the gloved hands worked the young officer’s uniform and her lingerie was immediately exposed. Just as her hands were cuffed behind her back, the radio blared, “Hartley, your status. Report Officer Hartley….”
Typical newbie, Sergeant Daniels said, parking his card immediately in front of Claire’s empty car. Taking her time to find some Halloween teens. Just as he entered the grounds, he heard a muffled sound. Moving closer, he found a hooded girl and immediately bent down. It took him a few minutes to unwrap the tape before he heard the girl blurt out in a coarse voice, “My friends! My Friends!”
[i]Twenty minutes later…[/i]
“No sign of anyone sir,” the officer reported to Daniels. “We searched everywhere…”
“Well, search again, we have a missing officer and two teenagers,” Daniels barked. As the other officers did so, he headed over the the girl he found.
“Charlotte? That’s your name right. Can you tell me what happened?” Instead all he heard was a series of cries from her. Daniels tried again but the girl just stared at him and continued crying.
“OVER HERE!” he heard and bolted towards the cry. Officer Claire Hartley was lying flat down naked, with her wrists handcuffed, her ankles bound and her mouth taped. As one officer gently removed the tape, the policemen all noticed the knickers protruding out between her teeth.
“No one else, not a single soul sir,” another officer reported to Daniels. It was going to be another long night ahead.
“Sir?” Another female officer knocked on his door. “What about the student, Charlotte? Do you still want to question her?”
He thought and then shook his head. “Nah, she’s definitely shocked by what happened. Drive her home and I’ll continue this tomorrow morning.”
Lauren groaned again, not just due to the orgasm caused by the crotch rope, but due to 1) the hogtie she and Jemimah were placed in and 2) the masked “Devil” snapping pictures of both scantily clad girls rolling on the ground. After a few more shots, the figure climbed up the stairs and shut the trapdoor.
“Thanks, Uncle, you’ve been a great…” the masked man again placed his hands to his mask before removing it minutes later.
“Not until we’re clear of this place,” he spoke, finally in his normal voice. Then inserting the SD card, they both examined the pictures on the labtop and with a few more clicks, they were uploaded. Finally, both of them exited the hidden house into the unmarked car.
“Thanks again uncle. But what about Lauren and Jem?”
“Oh they’ll be there for another few hours, maybe a day and the police will know where they are,” he replied.
“But won’t they suspect? After all, you striped that officer and gagged with her own undies.”
“Oh I own the town, Charlie. I own the town.”