WARNING: There is a rape in this story. It is integral to the story itself, so I've left it in.

“Annie, are you there?”, Paula called out.

Her friend had asked her to meet her at her place before going to the costume party. She had had to let herself in, getting no answer at the door.

Confused, Paula looked round the flat. Where was she…?

Looking down, she saw a note on the coffee table with her name on it. She opened it and read it. It was in Annie’s handwriting, but her hand had been shaking…

“Your present is in the bedroom.”

Apprehensive, Paula opened the door to the bedroom, and went in…

Annie was kneeling on the bed.

Her blond hair was in pigtails, with transparent purple straps round them.

The muzzle was in the same purple colour, as was the blindfold and the collar with its attached leash.

The bodysuit was also in dark purple, a strong contrast to Annie’s pale skin. The corset had black ridging and white lacing, in sharp contrast to the purple. Her arms were secured in a purple armbinder behind her back, and the knee-length ballet boots in the same colour completed the look.

Annie had heard the door open; she moaned, motioning with her head to the note on the bed.

“Don’t unwrap your present until after the party”, it said. “Also, you’ll need to guide me there using my lead, as I can’t see anything.”

Paula wasn’t sure what to do…

Chuckling, Paula sat down gently on the bed, moving her hand between Annie’s legs. Annie felt the zip over her crotch being undone…

Paula started fingering her. Annie arched her back, straining against her bonds. Damn Paula! She told her not to unwrap her present until later!

Just before she came, Paula pulled out, then slapped her, ruining the orgasm.

“Just a sample, for putting me in this position”, she said. “Everyone at the do will think I did this to you. After all, how the hell did you get an armbinder on yourself?”

Annie just giggled, behind her gag…

Paula still took her, anyway.

As a punishment, she left the zip open over her crotch; Annie shivered as the cold air hit her clit. It was going to take her ages to get aroused later if she got cold first, she thought. Paula was really being stroppy…

At the do, Paula just tied her to a banister in the hall and left her.

Indignantly, Annie tried to pull herself free. No good; Paula’s knots were good, as usual. Suddenly, she felt something between her legs, and she froze in panic.

That wasn’t Paula! That wasn’t even a strap-on. Oh god, it was a real cock! She had had such lack of feeling from the cold earlier that she hadn’t realised…

Annie moaned frantically, trying to call for help.

No use, her gag was way too good.

She grunted and tried to pull free; the person screwing the daylights out of her just slapped her on the thigh, pulling her back onto the cock.

She shook her head, trying to pull herself off, but the slap came again.

Tears streamed down her face. This wasn’t what she had wanted at all!

She wailed into her gag, frantically trying to get help.

Suddenly, there was a commotion behind her.

“Leave her alone, you bastard! She’s my girl!” Paula’s voice.

“Thought she was a bit tight”, the rough voice said. “She’s not had a real cock up her for ages, has she?”

There was a loud thump, a cry, and the sound of a body hitting the wall.

Suddenly, light hit Annie’s eyes. Paula had taken her ‘blind date harness’ off.

Annie cried her eyes out on Paula’s shoulder…

Paula just phoned the police, there and then.

Her girlfriend had been raped, pure and simple.

Looking at the outfit that Annie was wearing, there was whispers of her ‘asking for it’, but Paula was so insistent that they investigated. Annie was too shocked to give a statement.

Then, the man that had raped her came forward.

He said he didn’t know what had come over him; he had seen Annie in her costume, bent forward, crotch zip open, and had just ‘reacted’.

He hadn’t even realised she was gagged or blindfolded.

He had only realised something was wrong when Paula had attacked him.

He just collapsed then, begging Annie to forgive him.

To his amazement, she walked over to him and kissed him gently.

“I can see your point. In that gear I was wearing it, I was definitely asking for it. It just wasn’t you I was asking for it from at the time”, she said, with a meaningful look at Paula.

“As far as I’m concerned, Paula, you set the whole situation up”, she said, suddenly turning on her. “Get out. I never want to see you again…”

Paula was gobsmacked. Annie had dressed herself; the only thing she’d done wrong was leave her tied out in the hall at the party, as a prank. A prank which had now badly backfired…

Tears in her eyes, she left.

Turning to the police officers, Annie asked them to drop the charges.

“It wasn’t his fault, he was set up”, she said. “He certainly paid for it enough, the way Paula attacked him.”

“Anyway, before we finish up all of this, would someone mind undoing my armbinder? I could really do with my arms to help me get back home…!”

The man, Steve, obliged, and Annie sighed with relief, flexing her arms.

“Thanks, Steve”, she said. “Just stick it in the bag with my gag and blindfold.”

Steve then offered to give her a lift back home. Annie, to his amazement, accepted.

“I think you’ve just scared me straight, or at least bisexual”, she said, when they got back to her flat. “I could really do with a good shag right now. I’d forgotten what it was like. Do you want to come in?”

Steve didn’t have to be asked twice…

Annie and Paula never got back together. Steve had only been a ‘one night stand’ after the incident; Annie had just used him as ‘one for the road’, to remind her what it felt like, but she still preferred women.

She couldn’t forget how callously Paula had treated her at the party, just leaving her out in the hall like that, especially gagged, blindfolded and with her crotch zip down. She had been absolutely asking for it.

Steve kept in touch, but as a friend, not a lover. They even went out for lunch occasionally.

Paula tried to talk to her, to beg her forgiveness. For some reason she just ignored her; it hurt more to be betrayed by someone she thought really loved her or cared her than the rape. Even Paula trying to protect her had come too late to make a difference.

Annie was happy being ‘unattached’ again…