“Ugh, looks like it’s just going to be another rainy Christmas.”
Madelyn moaned, as she stared wistfully out of Kayla’s apartment window, rain gently splashing against the panels.
“We’ll get snow eventually,” Kayla said, bringing another plate of cookies over to the coffee table, “just like…in February.”
“Ah yes,” Andrea chimed in, “the Hazeldale special. Remember that one time we got snow in April?”
“I would have preferred no snow at all,” Madelyn sighed, untucking her nylon clad legs as she stood up.
She was dressed in her most festive attire, a red sweater with little white snowflakes over a black turtleneck with a white skirt, black tights and cream colored socks scrunched around her ankles.
She walked over to the couch, plopping down and reaching for a cookie.
“Uh uh,” Kayla quipped, gently batting Madelyn’s hand away, “not until all of our guests have arrived!”
“Really? They won’t notice if I just have one?”
She flashed Kayla her biggest puppy dog eyes up at Kayla.
“Fine, but only one!”
Madelyn giggled, scooping up a cookie and taking a big bite.
“Let me know how those taste,” Andrea said, bringing over a few bowls of popcorn and pretzels to the table next.
“Andrea, honey, they taste incredible,” Madelyn sang, finishing off the cookie with a big smile.
“Yay! I mean, I kind of figured they would but like I tried a new recipe and stuff so…okay I’m glad they turned out good!”
Andrea dropped off the snacks and headed back to the kitchen to grab some more items. She was wearing this gorgeous red dress with white frills around the sleeves and the hem. Her legs were wrapped in a pair of thin white tights, with tall red socks pulled up to just below her knees. They’d gone perfectly with the tall black boots she was wearing, now sitting by the front door next to Madelyn’s.
“How are we doing on time?” Andrea asked, setting a bucket of drinks on the table next.
“We’re in great shape,” Kayla replied.
She too had donned a festive look consisting of a red tartan dress, with a small slit cut near the bottom, pulled over a white blouse with red tights and black wool crew socks.
The reason for all the snacks and the festive attire was that Kayla and her friends were throwing a bit of a get together. As fate would have it, circumstances had conspired so that a few friends were in town. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Kayla had the idea to throw a little holiday party at her apartment.
Of course with Kayla, nothing could ever be simple, and for this event she’d gone all out. Kayla’s apartment had ended up a picture-perfect holiday scene, bursting with festive charm and cozy touches that made it impossible not to feel the Christmas spirit—even if the rain outside suggested otherwise.
The walls were adorned with garlands, woven with golden ribbons and tiny baubles. Candles flickered on nearly every surface, their warm glow highlighting the tasteful holiday knickknacks Kayla had placed around the room—miniature nutcrackers, ceramic snowmen, and even a cheeky reindeer figurine sporting a scarf and glasses. Most of it was stuff she’d found at the local thrift store, but it was all fun and festive nonetheless.
Soft instrumental Christmas music played from a small speaker on the kitchen counter, creating a soothing soundtrack that completed the holiday atmosphere. It was clear Kayla had poured her heart into every detail, transforming her apartment into a warm, festive retreat for her friends.
knock! knock! knock!
“Yay! Our first guests,” Kayla cheered, hurrying over to the door and throwing it open.
She wasn’t sure who would show up and in what order, but she wasn’t at all surprised to discover that it was Sara Philips who had arrived first.
“Sara!” Kayla called out, throwing out her arms and embracing her friend in a big hug.
“Hi, Kayla,” Sara replied in her endearing British accent, “thanks so much for the invite.”
“Of course,” Kayla stepped aside, motioning for Sara to come on in, “please make yourself at home. Your outfit is gorgeous by the way.”
“Aw, thank you,” Sara responded as she kicked off her tall black boots revealing the pair of red socks she wore over her pantyhose.
The rest of her outfit consisted of black turtleneck sweater tucked into a tartan skirt. Her brown hair had been straightened, falling down around her shoulders. She padded her way into Kayla’s apartment, taking a seat on the couch next to Madelyn.
“Lovely what you’ve done with the place,” Sara looked around, admiring all the work Kayla and her friends had done.
“Thanks, Sara,” Kayla replied as she bustled around the kitchen, putting dishes and other items into the sink.
“How’s the rest of your trip been? Andrea asked, sitting on the floor across from the couch, her arms resting on the coffee table.
“Good,” Sara tucked one of her nylon clad legs underneath her, “definitely kind of crazy. It’d take the whole night to get into everything, but suffice to say despite the craziness it’s been good. Really good actually…”
Her mind wandered back to that moment she and Krista Le Roc had shared together, but she figured now probably wasn’t the best time to open up that can of worms.
“Well if it was anything like how things went when you were last in Hazeldale, I’m sure it’s been busy.”
Sara chuckled, “yeah, definitely lots of rope and tape if that’s what you’re getting at.”
“Oof, sorry to hear that,” Andrea offered Sara her condolences.
“Oh, it’s quite alright,” Sara replied, “at least I’m used to it by now. Can’t say I enjoy it, but hey…comes with the territory.”
“Well we’re so happy you could join us,” Madelyn smiled, turning her body more so it faced Sara, “maybe not as happy as Kayla if you know what I mean.”
“I heard that, Mads,” Kayla sniped from the kitchen, drying her hands on a towel.
knock! knock! knock!
“Yay! Perfect timing!” Kayla exclaimed, clapping her hands together as she skipped over to the door.
Opening it, she revealed Baleigh and Grace standing side by side, their hair slightly damp from the rain.
They’d dressed up for the occasion too, with Grace wearing a sleeveless purple and black plaid dress that accentuated her curves nicely. Underneath it she wore a beige colored thermal with long sleeves and a turtleneck. Her legs were wrapped in a pair of sheer tights, and her feet tucked into tall black boots.
Baleigh was dressed just as nice, donning a sleeveless blue dress over a pair of tights with blue heels to match.
“Ohmygod, hi! It’s so good to see you two again!” Kayla beamed, giving each of them a quick hug.
“Same to you,” Grace replied, “thanks for setting this all up and hosting.”
“Of course, yeah. Tonight is going to be loads of fun. Come on in and get comfy.”
Baleigh and Grace stepped inside kicking off their shoes. Baleigh slipped out of her heels in a jiffy, whereas it took Grace but a moment longer to remove her black boots revealing a pair of white boot socks underneath. With their shoes off they made their way into the living room, where the others greeted them warmly.
“Wow, this place looks amazing,” Baleigh exclaimed, twirling around to take in the decorations. “And it smells even better. Are those fresh baked cookies I see?”
“Sure are,” Kayla giggled, closing the door behind her. “Please, help yourself.”
“Don’t mind if I do,” Baleigh reached down and scooped up a cookie. She took a big bite, her eyes widening. “Oh my gosh, these are amazing!”
Andrea smiled from her spot on the couch. “Thanks! I was nervous trying a new recipe, but I’m glad they’re a hit.”
Baleigh turned toward Andrea, brushing a crumb from her lip. “They’re really good. Nicely done. I’m Baleigh by the way. I don’t think we’ve officially met. You’re Andrea, yeah?”
“That’s me,” Andrea smiled up at Baleigh. “It’s nice to meet you. And you must be Grace then, right?”
Grace walked into the living room with a warm smile before standing next to Baleigh. “Sure am. It’s nice to meet you.
“Likewise,” Andrea said, giving her a wave. “You two are private investigators, right? That sounds so cool.”
Grace chuckled, brushing a stray curl as she sat down on the couch next to Sara. “Yeah, it’s cool most of the time. But let me tell you, it’s not all glamorous car chases and last-minute rescues.”
“Speak for yourself,” Baleigh quipped, sitting down on the floor next to Grace’s legs. “I make getting tied up look glamorous. Er…well most of the time.”
“Yeah, because sometimes it’s nothing but dusty cold concrete floors and rope marks for days,” Grace sighed. “Not to mention chewing on a mouthful of socks or tights or…whatever those good for nothing thugs decide to stuff our mouths with.”
“Yeah that’s the not so glamorous part,” Baleigh said, stretching out her nyloned legs and wiggling her sock clad feet. “But speaking of glamour, Andrea, I heard that you’re a flight attendant. Now that sounds glamorous. Those uniforms are to die for.”
Andrea blushed, “yeah, it’s great. The only non glamorous part is like cleaning up after passengers and stuff, but the rest is really nice. I love travelling to all kinds of new places and stuff.”
“I’ll bet,” Baleigh cheerfully agreed.
Kayla was just about to take a seat next to Andrea when all of the sudden there came yet another knock on the door. Hurrying over, Kayla opened the door to reveal one more guest.
“Hi, Kayla! Wow, it smells great in here. Love the decor too,” Jenny Colt said, stepping into Kayla’s apartment before slipping out of her shoes.
The young reporter was dressed in a cute outfit consisting of a pink sweater tucked into a light brown skirt with thin sheer nylons and tall blue socks, a pair of white flats completing her look.
“Laura couldn’t make it?” Kayla asked.
“Yeah, she really wanted to,” Jenny began, “but she got caught up with a case and just couldn’t bear to step away. You know how it is.”
“Oh do I ever. No worries though. Come on in!”
Kayla waved her hand as Jenny stepped inside, slipping out of her shoes before making her way into the living room.
“Hey, Sara,” Jenny greeted her British friend with a smile, “it’s so cool that you could be here for this!”
“Yeah, and the same for you too. How’s Damsel Valley?”
“Same old, same old” Jenny answered, taking a seat on the floor next to Andrea, “but I’m having a great time as a junior reporter. I feel like I'm finally starting to hit my stride with things.”
Baleigh tilted her head, a curious smile forming on her face. “Okay, hold up, Damsel Valley? Is that seriously the name of your town?”
Jenny chuckled, nodding. “Yup, sure is. It’s really a lovely place to live though, don’t let the name try and convince you otherwise.”
“Yeah but does the name…”
Jenny jumped in, finishing Baleigh’s thought because she knew exactly where she was going with things.
“Oh yeah, the town definitely has a bit of a reputation that for sure coincides with the name. My mother and I know this all too well.”
“Probably doesn’t help that you’re a nosy reporter like myself,” Kayla teased.
She was the last to make her way over to the living room, but before taking a seat she paused for a moment taking in the sight of so many familiar faces now all gathered in one place. She’d long wanted to organize an event like this, and it was so great to see it finally coming to fruition.
“I sure hope you aren’t going to just stand over there the whole night,” Sara teased before tapping Madelyn and motioning for her to make some room.
“Thanks, Sara,” Kayla said, walking over to the couch and taking a seat between her and Mads.
“And thank you, Kayla, for organizing this little get together,” Jenny leaned forward, flashing Kayla a kindhearted smile.
Kayla returned her smile, looking around at the group. “Honestly, I’m just happy you all could make it. It’s crazy to think that we’re like actually all here in the same room together.”
“Well, you’ve definitely outdone yourself.” Grace gestured toward the decorations, her admiration clear. “I’m sure putting all of this up must have taken a lot of time and effort. But well done!”
Andrea grinned, grabbing a handful of popcorn from the bowl in front of her. “Kayla doesn’t do things halfway. Even if it does stress her out…”
“Oh god, you should have seen her earlier,” Madelyn laughed, “running around like a crazy person.”
“The hard work definitely paid off,” Sara chimed in, nudging Kayla playfully with her elbow.
“Not to just randomly change the subject or anything,” Kayla blurted out, “but I just thought I’d inform you all that I do have Mario Kart and if you wanted to play a game…”
“Yes please!” Madelyn interrupted, leaping up from the couch as she went to go get everything set up.
Kayla turned to Sara, “how are your Kart skills?”
“Better than yours I’d wager,” Sara said with a smirk.
“Oh my god, it is so on,” Kayla said as her competitive spirit kicked in.
Together the group took turns racing around, and Kayla found out pretty quickly that Sara’s trash talk was well earned. She was pretty good, and between the two of them it was usually a close call as to who finished first.
Those of the group that weren’t playing sat around engaging in small talk with each other as they swapped stories of their various escapades and the like, of which there was plenty to go around.
Eventually, Kayla found herself needing to use the restroom so she quickly excused herself and headed off. After finishing up, she opened the door to find Grace waiting in line for her turn next.
“She’s all yours,” Kayla said with a smile.
“Thanks,” Grace responded, stepping into the bathroom before shutting the door behind her.
Kayla was just about to head back into the living room when she noticed a cold draft coming from her bedroom. The curtains over her window flapped about wildly as the breeze from outside kicked them up.
“That’s odd,” Kayla muttered, feeling certain it had been closed earlier. She would have never left it open, not with the rain coming down such as it was.
Kayla entered her bedroom, walking over to the window and shutting it. She made sure it was latched before closing the curtains. Turning around, she was preparing to make her way back out to the living room when all of the sudden she bumped into something hard.
She looked up, finding herself face to face with a burly looking goon, flanked on both sides by two others. They stared down at her with menacing grins, brandishing coils of rope in their hands.
Kayla opened her mouth to scream, but a hand was quickly slapped over her mouth.
“Hmmmmmph!”
Her shouts were totally muffled as the thugs carried her over to her bed, tossing her onto it before pulling her arms behind her back.
This seriously can’t be happening! Kayla thought to herself as she felt rope being cinched around her wrists and her ankles, the familiar feeling of her socks being slipped off her feet…
Meanwhile, back in the living room, the rest of the group had no idea what was happening just on the other side of the wall. They were all too busy watching the close match that was Madelyn and Baleigh, racing their hearts out trying to see who would come out on top.
At the last second, Madelyn was able to secure a green shell which she fired away and to everyone’s surprise managed to hit Baleigh. She soared past for the win, jumping up in excitement.
“Hell yeah!” She exclaimed as Baleigh sunk back into the couch in defeat.
“Uhmmm, Mads…your tights.” Andrea pointed at Madelyn’s leg.
Madelyn had been so excited about winning that she hadn’t even noticed the fact that she’d snagged her tights on a small piece of wood jutting out from Kayla’s coffee table.
“Damnit,” she said, sitting back down and investigating the rip. “And I just bought these too.”
“I know for a fact Kayla has loads of spares,” Sara said with a smirk, recalling the last time she was in Hazeldale and the many pairs that had been used to cocoon them.
“Oh boy, does she ever,” Madelyn grinned, “hang on, I’ll go check.”
Standing up, Madelyn headed off to Kayla’s room. At the same time, there came a quiet knock at the front door.
“We’re not expecting anyone else, right?” Sara asked.
“Not that I’m aware of,” Andrea mumbled, “I’ll go check it out.”
Standing up, Andrea padded her way over to the door. As she did so, Sara turned to Baleigh.
“Ready to go again?” she asked.
“Oh hell yeah,” said Baleigh, “let’s go!”
Picking up their controllers the girls jumped into another race. Reaching the front door, Andrea immediately just swung it open, perhaps against her better judgement. She didn’t even bother looking through the peephole or anything.
In the meantime, Madelyn had made her way into Kayla’s room. She fumbled around for the light switch for a moment, but eventually found it and flicked the lights on.
“Mmmmmmrph!”
The lights illuminated Kayla’s bound form, flopping around on the bed. Her attackers had done quite a number on her, her arms and legs totally tied with loads of rope. Her nylon clad toes wiggled underneath her tights, the cozy wool socks she’d been wearing earlier now firmly packed into her mouth held in place with a few pairs of tights wrapped between her lips.
Her head was covered with another few pairs of nylons, her long black hair spilling out from underneath them. The wad of socks stuffed in her mouth just barely visible beneath all the pantyhose.
Madelyn had but a moment to take this all in before being ambushed from behind as a strong pair of arms wrapped around her waist and another hand was slapped over her mouth.
“Hhhhhrrmph!” She yelped as her voice was totally muffled underneath the hand slapped over her mouth.
It would have been hard to hear her anyway over the sound of both the Christmas music and the game on the tv.
Back at the front door, Andrea had opened it up to reveal…nothing. Save of course for a small package on the ground a few feet away. Lacking any real sort of snooping instinct, Andrea walked over and investigated it, the door to Kayla’s apartment swinging shut behind her.
Before she could even bend over to pick it up, she was grabbed from behind as a hand slapped over her mouth.
“Mrmmrrmmph mmmmph!” Andrea’s sock clad feet scraped against the hallway carpet as she tried to fight back.
As luck would have it, Kayla’s apartment was right across the way from the trash room. Really convenient when it came time to take out the recycling, but unfortunate for Andrea as it made the perfect place to tie her up in.
The door to the room was thrown open and Andrea was dragged inside, the thugs setting right to work as they pulled out bundles of rope and started tying her hands behind her back.
Back inside the apartment, Baleigh and Sara were laser focused on their race, the two neck and neck as they came around for the final lap. Jenny had made her way onto the couch, sitting beside Sara as she watched on.
“Got you this time, Sara!” Baleigh teased, her thumb mashing the buttons with fervor.
“You wish,” Sara shot back, her voice laced with determination. “I’ve got a green shell with your name on it if you try anything!”
Sitting beside Sara on the couch, Jenny leaned forward, watching the action with a grin.
“Sorry, Baleigh, but from the looks of it my money’s on Sara.”
“Just watch,” Baleigh snorted, “it’s not over yet.”
They were just about to head into the finish line, the two of them literally right next to each other, Sara just ever so slightly in the lead, when all at once the power went completely out.
“Oh come on,” Baleigh groaned.
The entire apartment was dark now, the only light coming from the faint glow of a few candles Kayla had scattered throughout the living room for ambiance.
“Wait, what just happened?” Jenny asked, glancing around nervously.
“Seems like the power’s out,” Sara responded, “I mean it has been pretty windy and rainy. Wouldn’t be surprised if Kayla’s apartment blew a fuse.”
“Well it sucks that we can’t finish the race,” pouted baleigh, “but the vibes are great.”
Jenny giggled, “you’re not wrong."
She paused for a moment, looking around as her eyes landed on the front door.
"Hey, what happened to Andrea? Wasn’t she checking on whoever it was that knocked earlier?”
Sara and Baleigh turned to the door, seeing it closed with no sign of Andrea. The three of them all turned back to each other, worried glances starting to form on their faces.
Over in the bathroom, Grace was just about finished up when the power went out. She was in the middle of washing her hands when suddenly everything went dark.
“Ugh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” she sighed, shaking out her hands before drying them on the towel.
Grabbing her phone she turned on the flashlight, illuminating the bathroom. She then opened the door and just as she was about to step out, two thugs rushed her from the other side, pushing her back into the bathroom before slamming the door shut behind them.
“What the helmmmmmph!” Grace’s protests were cut off as a hand clamped over her mouth, another arm forcing her arms behind her back as her body was folded over the countertop.
“Hey, that was Grace!” Baleigh shouted, jumping up from the couch.
“Baleigh, wait!” Sara called out, following Baleigh as she headed toward the bathroom, “we need to be careful! We don’t know whether or not this is a…”
Sara, Baleigh, and Jenny who had followed along, all froze in their tracks as they rounded the corner on the way to the bathroom. A gaggle of goons standing in their way with menacing grins.
“...trap,” Sara finished her sentence, swallowing the lump that had suddenly formed in her throat.
The three of them had no time to react before the thugs had made their move, launching toward them with ropes in hand as the three girls were grabbed.
“Let me gommmmph!”
A hand was slapped over Sara's mouth as she was carted off to the couch, her assailants tossing her onto it before bearing down with ropes in hand as they tied her arms behind her back.
Meanwhile, Jenny was easily scooped up as the burly thug held her in the air while his partner wrangled her legs and started wrapping rope around her knees.
“Ggggggnnnnrmph,” she squealed as the thug holding her up held his hand over her mouth, pressing it firmly against her face.
Baleigh found herself in the same straits as a pair of thugs pressed her up against the wall, holding her arms behind her as they cinched ropes tightly around her wrists.
“Hhhhhhrmmph,” she grunted into the meaty palm over her mouth as her arms were tied, her entire body writhing in fury as she was restrained.
Over on the couch, Sara was almost fully restrained now. Her wrists had been securely tied behind her back with lots of rope around her chest pinning her arms in place. Thanks to all of her struggling her tartan skirt had ridden up quite a bit, but now was not the time to be concerned about modesty. Especially considering the fact that she now felt the thugs reaching for her red socks.
“Nrrrrmph tthhhhhrrmmph!”
But there was little to nothing she could do to stop them from peeling them off her nylon clad feet, and there was even less she could do to prevent the thugs from quickly flipping her over as they bore down on her with the socks in hand.
“Oh for crying out loummrrrrmrmmmph!”
Sara glared daggers at the thugs as they stuffed both of her socks between her lips, her cheeks puffing out as the cotton material filled her mouth completely. A pair of what Sara guessed were probably Kayla’s pantyhose, were wrapped between her lips sealing the socks. The thugs finished off by tying her legs together with lots of rope around her ankles, knees, and thighs.
Sara managed to catch a glimpse of Jenny who was being lowered to the ground at this point. The thugs still had a tight grip on her, but her arms had been firmly tied behind her back. After getting her onto the ground, they reached for long blue socks tugging them free from her legs.
Tying them together so that a large knot formed in the center, one of the thugs stretched out the socks holding it near her face. The hand was removed from her mouth for but a moment, and in this moment the knot was jammed between her teeth.
“Ffffffrrmrmmph,” Jenny bit down on the cotton wad, her mouth stretched open wide as the knot held her jaw in place. The socks were tied off behind her head as the thugs moved to make sure her legs were tied.
Not far away in the bathroom, Grace was having the same rotten luck as she too was subdued and tied. She’d fought bravely to try and get free of the thugs that held her down, but she was no match for the lot of them.
They made quick work of her, tying her wrists behind her back before securing her arms to her sides with plenty of rope wrapped above and below her chest. She then felt the thugs grabbing the tops of her tall white socks, stripping them from her nylon clad legs.
Grace stamped her nylon clad feet in frustration, just before the thugs that held her down pushed her legs together and tied them off with plenty of rope. With her body fully tied, Grace was spun around and before she had the chance to react, the thugs were stuffing her tall sock into her mouth.
“Mmmrrrrrmmph hhhhrmph!” Grace roared, shaking her head as her mouth was stuffed to the brim followed by a pantyhose cleave gag.
Flinging the bathroom door open, Grace was hoisted off her feet by two thugs—one gripping her firmly under the arms while the other secured her legs. They hauled her from the bathroom to the living room, her struggling form swaying slightly between them.
As they moved through the hallway, they passed Baleigh, who was in the process of being restrained herself.
“Ggrrrrmph!?” Baleigh sputtered as she caught sight of Grace being transported past her.
“Blllllrrmph!” Grace attempted to respond, the sock stuffed in her mouth rendering her speech completely unintelligible.
One of the goons escorting Grace quickly reached out and handed her other sock to one of the goons holding Baleigh.
“Nrrrrrrrmmmph!” Baleigh moaned, her eyes going wide as she realized what they had planned for her.
They wasted no time in spinning her around, pushing her back against the wall as the hand over her mouth was briefly removed.
“Grace, I sure hope these were clnnmmmrrrrmmph!”
The thugs paid Baleigh no mind as they stuffed the whole sock into her mouth, making sure it was packed firmly in place before wrapping a pair of tights around her mouth.
“Fffffrrmmph!’ Baleigh’s thrashing intensified now after being gagged, her fighting spirit refusing to give up despite the copious amounts of rope keeping her bound.
Not far away in the trash room, Andrea was faring no better herself, the thugs tipping her over into the recycling bin as they stripped her feet of her tall red socks before tying her nylon clad legs together. Her beautiful white tights were no longer in their pristine condition with dust and other bits now stuck to them thanks to being shoved into a dirty bin! Her wrists were secured too, and once they were satisfied that she was tied enough they lifted her out from the bin.
“Who the hell do you think you armmmmph!”
Andrea’s speech was quickly curtailed as one of her long socks was crammed straight into her open mouth, followed by the second sock which was wrapped between her lips.
“Mmmmnnngph hhhhhrrnnmph!”
Andrea was not pleased at all to be handled like this, but with how she was tied and gagged she had little say in the matter. The red sock stuffed between her lips was huge, filling her mouth completely as it stretched out her jaw.
As for Kayla and Madelyn, they couldn’t see any of this taking place, but from where they were in Kayla’s room they sure could hear it.
“Nnnnmph,” Kayla moaned softly, twisting her body around on the bed a bit.
She’d tried vigorously escaping at first, but quickly realized that with how thorough the thugs had been there was no getting free, at least not by herself. Then again, with how strictly Madelyn had been tied too, things weren’t looking great.
“Mrmmnmph gggrrmph!” Madelyn writhed around on the bed next to Kayla, her muffled protests filling the room with a soft, desperate energy.
She’d been tied identically to her best friend, her arms pulled tightly behind her back and bound with layers of rope that bit snugly into the fabric of her sweater. Additional loops cinched her elbows together, while more rope coiled around her legs at the thighs, knees, and ankles, keeping her completely immobilized. Her nylon-clad toes wiggled furiously, the cream-colored socks she’d been wearing earlier now firmly wedged between her teeth, puffing out her cheeks. A few lengths of Kayla’s pantyhose had been expertly tied around her head to hold the socks in place, the knots at the back of her head ensuring nothing would budge.
Just like Kayla, her vision was obscured by several layers of nylons, the soft, stretchy material pressing against her eyelids and plunging her into near total darkness.
“Mmmrmmph nnnnmph!”
Madelyn groaned into her gag, the sound muffled but filled with frustration. She rolled onto her side, her bound legs sliding against the bedspread, her body occasionally rubbing up against Kayla’s as they wriggled around.
For as much as Kayla’s mind was focused on trying to get free, it was just as focused on what was going on with her friends. This ambush had totally caught her off guard, and whoever it was that was after her they’d brought a shit load of help.
This attack was planned, well coordinated, and expertly executed. If Kayla wasn’t so annoyed in the untimely and unwelcome intrusion, she would have been impressed. A heist of this magnitude was something to behold, even if it was totally outrageous!
The door to the bedroom was eventually opened as the troupe of goons poured in, scooping Kayla and Madelyn up from the bed as they were carried out to the living room. A few of the goons helped themselves to Kayla’s drawer of nylons, grabbing handfuls of the stuff as they followed their comrades out.
Of course, Kayla and Madelyn couldn’t see a thing thanks to their nylon hoods, but as they were dragged back to the living room they could hear the muffled cries of their friends.
Were they able to see they would have spied Sara hogtied on the couch, thrashing around as her skirt was now totally riding up past her rear. Baleigh and Grace had been secured back to back on the floor, Grace’s skirt and Baleigh’s dress likewise a crumpled mess as their nylon clad rears slid about on the ground.
Jenny had been folded up into a balltie, her toes wiggling frantically underneath her sheer nylons as she mewed into her sock stuffed cleave gag. Andrea had joined the fun too, the thugs that tied her in the trash room bringing her into the living room and hogtying her on the floor.
“Mmmrmmmmph!” Sara muttered behind her stuffed mouth as she watched Kayla and Madelyn, the last two to join the party, be dragged over. Just like Baleigh and Grace, the two of them were tied back to back on the floor, not an ounce of modesty left as Madelyn’s skirt and Kayla’s dress were flipped up by their constant squirming.
With the group of snoops all gathered together, the thugs, eight of them in total, made sure to add the finishing touches as they passed Kayla’s pantyhose around.
“Nnnnrmmph!” Baleigh groaned as the goon approached her and Grace with the pantyhose in hand, stretching it out before pulling it over their heads.
“Mmmmrmph…” Grace was far more docile as the tights were stretched over her head as they pressed against her face, but she could definitely feel Baleigh putting up quite the fight behind her as her own hood was applied.
“Rllllyymmph!?” Sara sighed, watching the goon approach her next with the tights. Being tied was one thing, but the theatrics of it all were just absolutely ridiculous. What was even the point of all this!?
“Hhmph!” Jenny squeaked, the last of the group to be hooded as Kayla’s pantyhose was pulled over her head and worked all the way down to her neck.
Once each of their captives were hodded, the thugs stepped back and admired their work. Before them, their eight captives wiggled and moaned, fighting against their ropes in their own ways as they shifted around.
For the first time since they’d invaded, one of the goons spoke.
“Wow, bang up job, lads, that shit was fucking tight.”
“Agreed. And in record time too. I thought this was going to take way longer.”
“Should we call it in?”
“Nah, I think she’s already on her way.”
knock! knock! knock!
The eight bound snoops all turned to the door, despite their nylon hoods and the fact that they couldn’t really see much. The knock that came was slow and ominous, far from the normal kind of cadence one might expect. This knock had a sinister sound to it, one that Kayla recognized right away.
“Fffrrmmph ffffmmphs sssffrmph…!” She mumbled, rested her head against the back of Madelyn’s.
The door was pushed open, followed by the sound of high heels clipping against the hardwood floor of Kayla’s entryway.
“Well, well, well,” a sultry voice purred, “look what we have here.”
Kayla’s friends might not have realized who it was that had just entered Kayla’s apartment, but at least she, Andrea, Madelyn, and Sara were all immediately aware. That syrupy sweet voice could belong to no one other than Sasha Perkins. Even if she wasn’t such a corrupt crime syndicate, with that voice it was almost like it was fate.
She sauntered about the room, taking in the beautiful sight that was Kayla and her friends all bound, gagged, and hooded.
“Having a little party, are we?”
“Gggrrrnmph ttrrrmph hhhllmph!” Kayla roared, stamping her nylon clad feet against the floor.
“Oh, Kayla, that is no way to treat a guest,” Sasha cooed, leaning down close to Kayla’s nylon covered face as she stroked it with the back of her finger.
“You did a lovely job with the decorations, dear,” Sasha continued, “I really do like them. You have fabulous taste, I hate to admit it, but you really do.”
“Fffffmmmph,” Kayla growled as Sasha patted her on the head before standing back up.
“I hope you all don’t mind my little intrusion here. I couldn’t help but notice that Kayla was planning a little holiday get together and well…with Christmas right around the corner I thought what better way to treat myself than to see all you lovely ladies all nice and packaged up. God, you really should get a look at yourselves. What a sight this is!”
“Mrmrmmph mmmmph!” Kayla hollered through her gag, her temper flaring at Sasha.
“You know what, I have an idea. Since you all look so nice, how about a photo to commemorate the occasion.”
“Nnnnnrrmrph!” Kayla shouted, but of course this did nothing to stop Sasha from pulling out a polaroid camera and setting up the shot.
“Do you mind flicking the power back on for this?” She asked, as one of the goons raced over to Kayla’s bedroom and flipped the breaker switches back on.
“There we go,” Sasha purred, “alright, now everyone say…well I’d ask you to say cheese, but I think those socks in your mouth might be making that a bit difficult.”
She was the only one to laugh at her joke, Kayla and the rest of her friends just sat there stewing in their bindings as Sasha gloated over them.
“There, that should do it,” Sasha confirmed with glee after taking numerous photos. “I’ve got some for me, and I’ll leave the rest for you.”
Oh gee, how thoughtful. Kayla thought to herself.
“Wow,” Sasha mused, “I must say this is probably the best Christmas gift I could ever ask for. Thank you, Kayla, really I truly mean that.”
“Mmmmmmmmmmrph,” Kayla’s only response was to let out one long sigh through her sock stuffed mouth as she shook her nylon covered head.
After saying her final goodbyes, Sasha and her squad of goons filed out of Kayla’s apartment once and for all. The room was quiet for a moment, save for the faint rustling of nylon-clad legs and the muffled grunts of resistance. The eight captives, bound and gagged with the utmost of thoroughness, began their desperate attempts to free themselves.
The room was a cacophony of muffled grunts and creaking ropes as the group of snoops fought against their bindings. Baleigh’s thrashing was relentless, her nylon-clad legs kicking furiously against the ropes biting into her thighs and ankles. Each wild motion caused her dress to shift further, exposing more of her sheer tights and the colorful underwear beneath them.
Back-to-back with her, Grace twisted with a more measured determination, her chest ropes creaking faintly with each precise movement as her tightly bound arms strained against the unforgiving knots.
“Gggggnnmph!” Baleigh growled, her gagged voice muffled by Grace’s tall sock stuffed into her mouth.
“Mmmmmmrph…” Grace’s moans were much more subdued than Baleigh’s, the soft nylon hood wrapped over her head pressing her own sock gag firmly between her teeth as she worked her legs in slow, deliberate motions so as to prevent her skirt from riding up any further than it already had exposing more of her striped panties.
Nearby, Jenny shifted around on the floor as much as her tight ball tie would allow, her sheer nylon-clad toes wiggling frantically in a desperate attempt to find some leverage.
“Hhhhhmmmph!” she squealed through her sock-cleave gag, her cheeks warm now underneath the pair of Kayla’s pantyhose pulled over her head.
On the couch, Sara twisted violently in her hogtie.
“Mmrmmrmph gggmmmph!” She let out a furious grunt, her protests muffled by the cotton socks crammed into her mouth and pressed even tighter by the pantyhose hood framing her flushed face.
Andrea, lying on the carpet beside Jenny, let out an exasperated moan, the ropes securing her arms and legs cinched impossibly tight. Her white tights caught the flickering glow of the candles as her nyloned feet flexed against the bindings around her ankles. Kayla and Madelyn weren’t faring any better on the floor. Bound back-to-back, their constant struggling had caused both their skirts to ride up, exposing the full lengths of their nylon-covered legs and the underwear they wore beneath their tights.
“Wwwmmmrmmph!” Kayla groaned, her sock-stuffed mouth muffling her frustration as her nyloned toes wiggled helplessly against the ropes binding her ankles. Madelyn squirmed just as desperately, her bound form pressing against Kayla’s with every frantic movement.
Despite the absurdity of their situation, Kayla couldn’t help but marvel at Sasha’s over-the-top theatrics, even as frustration bubbled in her chest with every futile tug against the unrelenting knots, as strange as that was. Still, she had a hard time not feeling bad after everything that had happened. She kept reminding herself that it wasn’t her fault Sasha Perkins was such a creep, always turning up at the worst possible times imaginable.
At the very least, though it felt like a faint glimmer at the end of a long, dark tunnel, tonight would be memorable. And while that didn’t compare to the fact that Kayla and her friends would likely spend most of the evening bound and gagged, it was something of a win.