Warning: This story features non-consensual bondage and sexual content.

Context: This is a short story written for Day 31 of Kinktober 2025 using the prompt words Pumpkin and Curse.

Challenge: Can you figure out the 4 characters depicted? Difficulty level: .... Probably not that difficult.

“Nina! Come on, we’re late enough for the party as it is!”

“Hold on, coming!”

I hurried out towards the front door where my three roommates were ready and waiting on me.

I was dressed in a bright blue catsuit, covering everything from my toes to the top of my neck. I added dark blue boots just for added comfort while walking around. I was dressed up as one of my all-time favourite videogame heroines. Though in truth I’d largely chosen it so I wouldn’t have to do anything with my hair, keeping my usual blonde ponytail.

Carla whistled.

“Nice! You know with that shade of blue, if you just let your hair down and popped on an eye mask, you’d make a perfect Empowered!”

“A what?”

Samantha chipped in.

“Ooh, or if the catsuit was black, she could be Darkness without her armour!”

“Who are you two blathering about?”

“Empowered and Darkness huh... They have a certain activity in common don’t they? Something that would suit our Nina a lot better than pretending to be a space bounty hunter methinks~"

I didn’t know who Carla and Samantha were talking about, but the knowing looks they exchanged had me worried.

“W-we should get going right?”

“Yes we should. Alright girls, out the door!”

Zoe turned back towards me as I stepped outside.

“Umm. That really does look good on you Nina...”

“Thanks Zoe~”

I appreciated the compliment. Especially since the bodysuit turned out to be much tighter than I’d expected, hugging and following my body’s shape embarrassingly closely, pinching against my thighs, riding up into my butt, cupping my breasts. Plus it was thinner than expected, so I really hope it’d survive the night.

“I love yours too!”

Zoe wore a sleeveless gothic black dress, decorated with plenty of transparent black frills, especially around the shoulders. She had two long hair extensions clipped onto her black hair: thin braided pigtails. She gave me her character’s signature dead-eye stare, before breaking into a cute giggle.

“I’ve had a terrible vision of your future... you’re going to get tied up tonight!”

“That’s too easy a prediction Zoe. You’re a phony!”

Samantha did not have the reluctance for a full hairstyle makeover that I did. She’d dyed hers a vibrant bright purple and arranged it into one big braid running down her back. She wore a tight white T-shirt and yellow jacket over it, both exposing plenty of midriff, and some very short, very snug, leg-baring navy shorts.

I didn’t recognise her character, but I did recognise the song she kept humming to herself.

“Gonna be, gonna be... Who we're booorn to be... Oh what do you guys think of Carla’s costume by the way? She really went all out!”

To everyone’s surprise, Carla’s outfit was by far the most daring of the four. She’d added purple tints to her hair and curved yellow horns on it. Her clothes were skintight dark purple latex pants, a tight purple corset with bat wings, a long white skirt that opened down the middle, and nothing over her ample breasts except two purple X-shaped pasties.

“Keep moving my beloved heroes, or I’ll have to punish all of you!”

SPANK!

“Aahh!”

She swung a star-tipped crop through the air, smacking it against my ass. I really felt that through the thin material. I didn’t recognise her character either, apparently someone from an anime, but Carla had been acting very teasing and dominant towards everyone ever since she’d donned it. More than usual anyway.

We strolled out into the evening air, chattering excitedly. I had to admit, as a group we looked fantastic. Four beautiful girls in trendy sexy costumes. We’d undoubtedly get plenty of attention at the party! I was quite keen for some naughty afterparty fun.

“Anyone want to finish off my pumpkin spice latte?”

I turned up my nose at Samantha’s offer.

“Uch. I hate the taste of those things. Too sickly sweet.”

She shrugged and tossed the cup over the railing on the path beside us.

“Sam! Don’t do that, that’s littering!”

“I think you just threw it into a cemetery. That’s gotta be bad luck or something.”

“Ooh I know this cemetery. We can take a shortcut through it. Come on!”

I hesitated as the other three passed through a large iron-wrought gate into the large plot.

“Girls? Can’t we just... go around...?”

“Don’t tell me you’re actually scared Nina? Come on, be the brave explorer you’re supposed to be and keep up!”

They didn’t wait for me, quickly disappearing behind rows of tall headstones. I really didn't like the look of the place, but I didn’t want to be left alone. I hurried forward after them.

I had to scoot and weave around the graves to catch up. I was almost upon them when...

SQUELCH!

The three stopped and turned, to see me standing still in shock. My boot was sticking through a large orange gourd sitting on the ground.

“Eww!”

I pulled my foot free. I’d accidentally stomped on a carved pumpkin that was part of some sort of shrine, surrounded by small lit candles. The light inside the pumpkin was still going, shining through gaps depicting an evil grinning face. But now it had a huge hole covering most of the left side, eliminating one eye and intersecting the side of its mouth.

“Okay now that’s gotta be bad luck.”

“It was an accident!”

“Just leave it. Nothing we can do about it anyway.”

I felt rather guilty as we hastened away from the disturbed shrine. That creepy mutilated face seemed to stare at me the whole time, its broken smile never waning.

A few minutes of further wandering through the graveyard and we still hadn’t reached an exit. I couldn’t even see a perimeter. A thick mist had crept over the ground.

“Are we nearly through yet? You said it was a shortcut.”

“It is! I thought it was this way... maybe it’s actually over here...”

I glanced behind me nervously. That dreadful feeling of the pumpkin’s eyes on my back had never gone away, and in fact had intensified to an overwhelming level.

“Girls, can we just go back? Girls?”

Terror filled my gut as I looked around and saw no-one. How had they disappeared so fast, without a single sound?

“GIRLS? Please tell me you’re just joking around. H-hello?”

This was really bad. The mist had expanded and risen, filling the air. An evil presence surrounded me. I heard a cackling whisper in the wind.

I broke into a full sprint. The mossy ground became uneven. Gravestones jutted out at odd angles everywhere. My heart was beating a mile a minute.

There was a low hedge before me with a small gap in the middle. I dashed into it, pushing between gnarled branches. They scraped at the thin fabric clinging to my skin. I stumbled out the other side, now with tears all over my costume both large and small, exposing the pale skin beneath it.

I didn’t care. I just had to find my way out.

“Oof!”

I tripped over an exposed root in the ground, falling flat onto an open patch of grassy ground. On looking up my heart stopped.

The mist had dissipated only in this small area. At the edge of it there was a stone podium, with the half-broken pumpkin perched on top of it, gazing down at us with malice.

The girls!

Zoe was on her back, squirming and yelping in terror. A multitude of disembodied stitch-covered hands were crawling all over her. They were ripping her black dress apart, quickly reducing her to just lacy black bra and panties.

“Mmmph!”

Her shouts muted to a gagged moan as one hand clamped over her mouth. Other hands pinned her arms and legs down against the ground. Three hands slipped under her underwear, fondling her breasts and making suspicious squelching noises farther down. Her eyes flew back into her head as her handgagged moans became more suggestive.

“Mmmhh~... mmmhhh~~...”

“Nina! Help!”

Samantha was close by her, but she was being assaulted by something else. Five three-foot tall imps were gripping and grabbing at her. The creatures had fangs and horns, skin with bright colours of blue, red and pink, and were covered in stripes.

Samantha flailed as hard as she could, but they pinned her face-down, groping her everywhere and causing her costume to become dishevelled.

“Heeel--ggllmph?”

One green demon stepped in front of her face, with his back turned to me. Just before her face was blocked from view, I saw a dark-green, cucumber-like shaft slide fully into her gaping mouth.

What should I do? Who should I help first? I was paralysed by fear, but my friends needed me. Before I could overcome my inertia and step forward...

“Glad you could join the party Nina. I'm having so much fun playing with my darling heroes.”

Carla’s voice spoke from right behind me. But something was very wrong with it. I turned and saw her leering at me, but her eyes and mouth were both filled with an orange flickering light.

“Y... you’re... the...”

“Come, space girl. Let’s see what it takes to break you.”

My possessed friend swung her crop. I recoiled, expecting another smack on my rear, but instead she struck the ground between us. The earth rumbled and shook, and I wondered if it was about to rupture and swallow me whole. Instead several holes burst open around me.

Long green slimy tendrils exploded upwards from them, then curled in around me. They circled my arms and legs in an instant, holding me within a fierce grip. Their moist texture grinded against my skin where the tears exposed it, making me shudder with disgust.

“L-let me go! Let all of us go! I... I’m sorry.”

Carla just cackled, and it almost sounded like the same cackle echoed from the pumpkin atop its plinth.

The tentacles continued wrapping around me, snaking all over my body. They lifted me up from the ground, never loosening as I thrashed against their hold in a desperate frenzy. They groped my skin and slipped under my ruined costume, between my legs...

“Nggahhhh!! N-nooo! Please sto-MMPH!”

One thick tendril with a bulbous end plunged inside my mouth. It slid back and forth, throbbing as it made me gag. It wasn’t the only insertion thrusting in and out.

“Ggggmmmphh! Mmmghh... mmmmkkh!!”

The restraining appendages squeezed and rubbed my suspended body constantly. The three inserted tentacles sped up their pumping in sync, eroding my sanity and willpower. They got faster and faster, until... they all stopped at the same time, quivering.

“MMMMMGHHH!!”

My mouth was flooded with the thick sticky flavour of pumpkin spice.

I hated pumpkin spice!

“Mmmmghh! Mmmph!!!”

Carla laughed with wicked delight. She strutted all around her three squirming friends, touching and smacking at our bodies as the monstrosities continued tormenting us tirelessly. My blue costume was soon shredded to tatters, the little protection it had offered gone.

We never made it to the party. We spent the entirety of Halloween night as helpless, moaning, ravaged playthings of a vengeful ever-grinning pumpkin.