Ms. Clarence: The Fraternity Halloween Favor (Part 3) (M+/F+)

[TapeTurtle]

Cindy Clarence stepped into the dorm room that her son Jaime shared with his childhood best friend Colin. She had been invited for "Family Weekend" at the fraternity both her son and Colin were pledging for, and wrapped Jaime in an enormous hug upon entering the dorm. She and Jaime were incredibly close, growing up fairly poor and without a man in the house, the two were inseparable by the time Jaime left for college. After kissing her son on the cheek, she squeezed Colin in her arms as well. Without Colin, her son wouldn't have made it through high school at all, let alone to a prestigious university like this one.

"So boys, how is the year going?" Cindy asked, sitting down in the shared living room that connected the boys' private bedrooms. "I love what you done with this place." She said, smiling and looking around. Colin had earned the school's top academic scholarship, which placed him in one of the school's nicest dormitories. He was sweet enough to ask Jaime to share the room with him, practically for free.

"It's been great!" Jaime said earnestly. Cindy leaned back and smiled as her son recanted different stories about how his first few months of college had basically been the best of his life. He was becoming pretty popular on campus for a freshman, and had even been asked to be a part of a few prestigious student associations based on his personality and charm. The school's smallest and most venerable fraternity, Alpha Alpha Chi, even reached out asking him to pledge.

"That makes me so happy, Honey." Cindy smiled again. "And how about you, Colin?"

Colin shrugged and smiled weakly. "It's been okay, pretty good." He paused for a moment. "It's been good." Cindy tilted her head, sensing something off in her son's friend. Colin shook his head slightly, trying to change to the subject. "We're really glad you're here, Ms. C. Thanks for spending Halloween weekend with us. I know it's near your birthday. Colin says you're turning..."

"45. It's okay. You can say it!" Ms. C. grinned, touching Colin's knee slightly over the coffee table between them. "And of course! I've heard Halloween is a big deal at this school! So what's on the schedule for the weekend?"

"Well we were thinking that we'd have dinner later tonight, then after that Colin and I have to go to a fraternity pledge night thing. It's a kind of party type situation. Probably best that you stay at your hotel for that one."

"Oh! Okay. And both of you are going? I'm going to be all by myself?" Cindy crossed her arms and pretended to pout.

"Jaime's going for sure. I may stick around here for the night." Colin looked downtrodden.

"No way. You're coming." Jaime interjected.

"I didn't do that thing though." Colin replied.

"We'll figure it out. Day's still young." Jaime assured him.

"I don't really want to go, dude. I think I'd rather stay behind."

Ms. C watched with curiosity as she tried to decode the cryptic back and forth. What she could see, for sure, was that Colin seemed to be genuinely sad discussing the issue with her son.

"Jaime -- would you do me a favor darlin'? I forgot to pick up something for the potluck tomorrow evening. I know there's a Publix nearby. Would you take my car and pick up a potato salad or something? I think I need to lie down after that drive."

Jaime nodded, grabbed her keys, and hastily exited the room into the hall.

"Alright, Colin. What's going on. Spill it." Cindy leaned forward, her arms still crossed, examining the dorky young man in front of her.

"I can't talk about it." Colin said, avoiding eye contact. Cindy said nothing, just continuing to stare. "Seriously. I can't. It's against the rules."

"The RULES?" Ms. Clarence said, raising her eyebrow in skepticism. "Colin. Enough. Tell me or else I'm going to your parents." Cindy was bluffing, but knew she was getting away with it.

"Fine. But you can't tell anyone or do anything about it. Not even Jaime. Especially not Jaime."

"I'm all ears. I promise."

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"Oh...Oh my. Okay." Ms. C sat back in her chair, her expression slightly blank. "So...the fraternity is holding a party tonight...and the pledges have to bring...guests?"

"Yep."

"And these guests have to be women. 'Attractive' women. Women who aren't students here."

"Yes."

"And these women have to be in a Halloween costume."

"That's right."

"And..." Ms. C's face went pale slightly. "And the women have to arrive at the party in their costumes...tied up."

"That's correct. Freaking weird right?"

"It's not the most wholesome thing." Cindy said, noticing Colin's face turn beet-red. "But it's also not the most grotesque thing I've ever heard a frat do."

Colin didn't know what else to add, but was surprised Ms. C didn't walk out the door.

"And Jaime's participating."

"I think so. He said he convinced one of his professor's to participate."

"Oh dear." Ms. C put her hand to her mouth. She collected herself, keeping her focus on Colin. "So why aren't you going?"

"I can't convince someone to do that kind of thing. I tried. I asked a neighbor of ours and she just laughed at me. One of my professors politely told me to leave her office. It's hopeless." He sat back in his chair and stared at the ceiling. "I was so close to making it into the fraternity too. So close."

Ms. C's chest fluttered seeing how sad her son's best friend was in front of her. She felt something shift inside of her, thinking about her son Jaime and all the good that has happened for him at the school so far, and how much this sad young boy did to get him here.

"Colin..." She began softly. "You are going to go to this party tonight."

"Don't start, Ms. Clarence. I already did this with Jaime."

"You're not listening, dear. I'm saying you are going to go. You have a guest."

"Huh?"

"I'll be your guest."

"WHAT? You can't be serious."

"I'm dead serious. I'm a woman. I don't go to school here..." Cindy stood up, presenting herself to Colin and doing a modest little spin in place. "Do you think I'm 'attractive' enough to pass?"

Colin's face went numb. He studied his best friend's mom, standing in front of him in her velvet blue sweater tucked into her tight jeans. Her large chest and strong legs pushed against the tight, flattering outfit. She playfully brushed her wavy, shoulder-length blonde hair behind her. "Be honest. You won't hurt my feelings. I'm not the same young thing I used to be."

"Ms. Clarence...you...I...yes -- you'd pass." Colin couldn't tell what was happening.

"Deal, then. When do I need to come by? I don't have a costume though."

"The fraternity provides the costume."

"Oh...great." Ms. C rolled her eyes playfully. "So what time do I need to come by?"

"I uh...you don't have to...Jaime...uh..." Colin caught his breath. "How about...how about 8:30?"

"Sounds good!"

"Jaime can't know." Colin insisted.

"Won't he be there?"

"He will. But there's actually a small chance he would ever see you."

"Oh...okay then. Fine. We won't tell him." Ms. C giggled as she heard the door start to jiggle open, Jaime on the other side. "See you tonight then."

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"You sure you can't come, dude?" Jaime popped his head into the living room from his bedroom. "Maybe they'll let you in without a guest?"

"Fat chance. But yeah. Maybe. I just need to think it over for a little bit."

"Don't take too long." Jaime turned back to his bedroom. "We're gonna get going here in a second." Slowly, he walked out into the living room, a long rope trailing from his hand behind him.

Colin audibly gasped. "Holy shit."

Little by little, a figure hopped into the living room behind Jaime. Colin assumed this was Jaime's economics professor, Dr. Alito. The professor hopped further into the living room. Colin had to assume this was her, because he couldn't see all of her face. The figure, obviously female, was clad head to toe in a shiny, black, skintight suit.

"You remember my Econ professor right?" Jaime smirked. "I like the costume they picked out for her."

"Hfmmmfphh..." Professor Alito's full lips groaned around a giant red ball gag that had been placed between them. Colin couldn't make out her expression, as her head had been covered by a black leather hood, leaving just her eyes and mouth visible. Colin studied the bound and gagged, barely recognizable professor. Her hands, elbows, ankles, knees, and thighs had been cinched together by leather straps. Her impressive chest and unbelievable backside bulged out against the latex, leaving nothing to his imagination.

"Oh thats right. I'm not supposed to use your name. Sorry." Jaime winked at Colin. "It was part of our deal. She didn't want the students to know it was her underneath all of this." Jaime tugged slightly at the rope in his hand, which led all the way up to a collar that had been tightly strapped around Dr. Alito's neck. "This way, Professor. Don't want us to be late. Thank you for doing this. It's for a really good charity..."

"Hmfmhph!" The immobilized professor hopped in place as she felt her self pulled forward by her neck. Colin was mesmerized as he watched her bounce her way to the door.

"Whatever you do tonight, let me know okay? I won't stay long if you end up staying in tonight."

"Sure thing, man. Have fun."

Jaime tugged slightly on Dr. Alito's leash again, sending the professor hopping forward, struggling to stay balanced. "Don't worry. I will."

The two exited the dorm, leaving Colin inside of a heavy, suspenseful silence.

"It's clear." He said with a harsh exhale.

The door to the patio swung open, as Ms. C strode in to the living room, still in her sweater and jeans. She had a small drawstring bag in her hands.

"I have a feeling I'll be glad I didn't get to see that," she said, striding past Colin, patting him on the shoulder, and entering into his bedroom. Colin followed, his heart racing, closing the door behind him.

Cindy handed Colin the bag. "I stopped by the fraternity earlier today and let them know we were coming. They handed me this." Cindy folded her arms under her chest, tactfully leaving out the ogling and drooling the frat brothers did over her as they handed her the bag.

"Thank you." Colin opened the bag, pulling out a piece of paper. "They gave us instructions."

"How thoughtful." Ms. C rolled her eyes and took a seat on Colin's bed, crossing her leg over her knee and staring up at her son's roommate. "So, where do we start?"

"It says for you to get dressed. Did you look at the costume?"

"Not yet. The brothers at the fraternity house said it was the last one they had, though. That...can't bode well."

Collin placed the bag on the bed next to his roommate's mother. "Just call me when you're ready then?"

Ms. Clarence let out a sigh, raising her eyebrow and eyeing the bag. She tilted her head to the side. "Will do," she said with some reticence. Collin closed the door behind him and stepped into the living room.

Several minutes later, Ms. Clarence called out from his bedroom. "Umm...I guess...you can come in now...I guess." Colin heard a clear trace of nerves in her voice.

Colin carefully opened the door, nearly passing out at what he saw inside. Ms. Clarence, his best friend's mom, stood in the middle of his bedroom in a slutty Dorothy Gale outfit. The costume was clearly meant for a younger girl, and was obviously a size or two too small for Cindy.

"I didn't peg these boys for Wizard of Oz fans..." She said nervously, staring at the floor, her hands on her hips. Colin scanned her from head to toe. She had parted and put her blonde hair into two pig tails, each with a small light-blue ribbon at the end. She wore a gingham white and light-blue dress that failed to extend more than five or six inches above her knees, leaving her shiny, tan, strong thighs on full display. The dress plunged down well around the middle of her chest, leaving nothing but a puffy, collared white blouse underneath the dress to barely cover the bottom half of her massive breasts. The thin fabric did very little to support her, and it was clear by her prominent cleavage and the way the upper half of her breasts jiggled and shook that she was no longer wearing a bra. Her shoulders were partially covered in short puffed sleeves, rendering the outfit childlike and innocent, despite the clear irony in the way it left much of Ms. Clarence exposed. Finally, her bare legs tapered down to thin, but strong ankles above her ruby red slippers. Colin looked back up to Ms. Clarence's face, staring into her blue eyes. He couldn't help notice her cheeks flush in embarrassment.

"I don't think it's the Wizard of Oz they're fans of." Colin remarked. Ms. Clarence grinned wryly.

"Oh hush. Do you think this is okay? I feel like I'm spilling out of this thing."

"I think it's okay if you think it's okay."

"I don't love it." Cindy smoothened out the dress over legs, her fingers extending past the fabric and onto her uncovered thighs. She noticed Colin's nervous expression and took a breath. "But it's just one night, I suppose. What is next on the instructions?"

"Well..." Colin dumped the contents of the bag onto his bed, standing shoulder to shoulder with his mature, costume-clad companion. "It says it's time to...well..." Colin stumbled slightly.

"Time to tie me up?" Cindy placed her hands on her hips, every slight movement resulting in a jiggle of her chest. "Sounds like it's about that time..."

"That's what it says." Colin picked up a small photo from the pile of supplies. "It says to tie you up like this..."

Ms. C's face went white. "Oh dear God...Can you even...Can you even do that on me?"

"I was an Eagle Scout. I figure if I can't get it perfect, I can get pretty close."

"Of course you were an Eagle Scout." Ms. Clarence crossed her arms under chest -- another jiggle. "I...okay. Okay. Let's give this a try."

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Colin took a step away from Ms. Clarence, holding his hands out in case she lost her balance. "Okay. I think that's it. You okay?"

"I sure as heck hope this is it..." Ms. Clarence leaned forward lightly, staring at Colin and smiling nervously, her eyebrows arched up slightly. She swayed her shoulders back and forth, trying to balance. The frat brothers had left bundles and bundles of red rope to tie up Jaime's mom with. Colin had tried to move fast, binding her ankles, knees, and thighs together as the photo indicated. Behind her back, her wrists were secured parallel to each other in a strong, but partially messy box tie. The red rope secured her arms in place behind her and wrapped around above and below her chest. She swayed back and forth once more, fighting against the surprisingly effective bondage her son's friend had left her in. She noticed Colin moved fast when he was tying her up, his fingers not lingering on her skin even once, which made her feel slightly more comfortable. She smiled at this as Colin struggled to hold eye contact with her.

"Well done, Eagle Scout!" Ms. C forced a nervous giggle out of her mouth as she continued to struggle. "So are we ready to go the party? Did it say how long I'd be stuck in all this?"

"It doesn't say how long, no -- I'm sorry. I guess it won't be too long though." Colin looked nervously at the instructions in his hand. "But it says we're not quite done yet."

"Well I can't believe it says you need to put more rope on me..." Ms. C smiled in slight disbelief. She laughed again nervously, her breath a little faint from the pressure on her chest and her vulnerable state.

"No more rope. Just...these." Colin picked up a roll of red tape and a large red ball gag. "It says you have to be gagged with these."

"Oh my goodness, Colin. Really? These boys...this is a lot." Cindy shifted unsteadily in place, hopping once to stay upright. She regained her balance and looked at Colin, no longer smiling. "Fine. Let's do this and get it over with."

"Ms. Clarence you really don't have to do this if you don't want to. I can just stay home tonight."

"Colin. Just do it. It's okay. I promise." Ms. Clarence opened her mouth wide, as Colin fumbled with the ball gag. "And given what's gone on so far here tonight," she interjected, "you might as well start calling me Cindy." Grinning slightly, she held her mouth open wide, her eyes wide open, her expression nearly blank.

Colin smiled weakly and moved to push the ball gag into her mouth. After struggling a little to get it past her teeth, he pushed down on Ms. C's chin with his thumb, gently, forcing her mouth open the extra centimeter he need to get it inside. Cindy garbled a faint gasp of surprise as Colin moved behind her and buckled the strap tight behind her head, below her pig tails. Moving quickly, he ripped five piece of the slightly sparkly ruby-red duct tape and plastered them over both the ball and her lips, smoothening them out against her cheeks and jawline with his hands.

Colin stood back again. "How is that?"

"Hmmphhf?" Ms. Colin let out an exasperated grunt, staring playful daggers at him, as if to say: "How do you think it is?"

"Dumb question. Sorry. One more thing, it says -- the instructions. It says I have to take a photo of you to send to them before we leave."

"Hmmffphhh...mmmfhhmmm." Cindy's head hung down in defeat, bordering on annoyance. There always seemed to be "something else," left to do to her, it seemed. She looked at Colin, shrugged, and nodded in compliance, staring at his phone as he quickly took a picture of her bound, gagged, and greatly exposed in her costume.

"Okay, Dorothy. Ready to get to Oz?" Colin surprised himself with his sudden burst of humor.

"Mphmmmmmffhm." Cindy mumbled an unimpressed agreement. Opening the door for her, Colin tried hard not to stare as she hopped past him, her breasts bouncing and quivering into the cotton blouse. He watched her continue to hop into the living room.

"Well. Here we go." Colin whispered nervously to himself. He started to walk out of his room toward the dorm door when a horrifying sound, Jaime's voice, cracked through the closed door.

"Colin! Dude -- I left my freaking keys. Can you let me in?" Jaime's mom, recognizing her son's voice immediately, quickly about-faced toward Colin, her eyes wide with surprise, her bare skin glistening in sweat all over her.

[Bigballgag1]

This is a really good start, nice twist at the end too. Look forward to the next part

[TapeTurtle]

Thank you!

[Caesar73]

This is a really good start, nice twist at the end too. Look forward to the next part

Me too!

[GreyLord]

This is a great start, @TapeTurtle. I'm looking forward to the next installment.

[Caesar73]

This is a great start, @TapeTurtle. I'm looking forward to the next installment.

I cannot deny it: Me too

[charliesmith]

Fantastic story! Eagerly waiting for more. I wonder how Jaime would react to seeing his mom trussed up like that.

[G9Drox]

Excellent first chapter. Looking forward to the next one!

[TapeTurtle]

"You think there's any chance they could be in your room?"

"I doubt it. You haven't gone in there in days."

"Mind if I check anyway?"

Colin's heart stopped and face began forming droplets of sweat. He eyed the door to his bedroom.

"Uh, yeah, sure." He took a deep breath. "Do me a favor and check in your room one more time. Flip everything over and all that. Don't want to pull my stuff apart if I don't have to."

"Geeze -- okay, fine." Jaime pretended to be offended. "I'll check again." He stepped back into his room, closing the door.

Colin sprinted to his room, trying to land each step quietly on the carpet. Without saying anything he opened his bedroom door and stepped inside. Ms. Clarence, bound and gagged in her Dorothy costume, stood nervous and wide-eyed inside. She knew better than to try and say anything out of fear of alerting Jaime, but also out of submission to her ball-and-tape-gagged mouth. She stared at Colin as he strode up to her, put his hand at the small of her back, and began pushing her forward.

"We have to get you out of here. Right. Now."

Flustered, Ms. C hopped out of the bedroom, into the living room, making long strides with each bounce, sending her heavy chest rippling with each land. Colin opened the front door. "I need you to wait out here."

"Hmmphmm?" Ms. C whispered a startled protest into her gag.

"You'll be fine. It's just until I get him in my room. Then I'll find another place to put you."

Ms. C stared at Colin in disbelief, clearly not enjoying the idea of being "placed" like an object stowed in a cupboard. She furrowed her brow, frowning behind the glittery red tape on her face as Colin quickly and quietly shut the door between them, leaving her outside.

"So...where is the professor? I'm guessing y'all made it to the party?" Colin shouted back toward Jaime's closed door.

"Yeah, she did. The guys picked us up in a van a few minutes after I texted them the photo of her in her costume. We got about halfway there when I realized I lost my keys. They said just to give them a call when I got them and they'd come get me, which was cool."

"That is nice of them."

"Yup. Made me less stressed out." Jaime emerged from his room. He stared at Colin oddly for a moment, before turning his head to the ground near the couch. "Could it be...?"

Colin distracted himself for a moment with his phone. The image of Jaime's bondaged mother in her slutty outfit brazingly staring back up at him. He had missed the thumbs up text one of the frat brothers had sent him a few minutes ago.

"YES. Got them!" Colin looked up to see Jaime pulling his keys out from under the couch. "Crisis averted."

"You are barely gonna miss any of the party!" Colin assured him, his voice wavering.

"WE are barely going to miss any of the party."

"I didn't find someone, dude. I can't go."

"I know. I handled it for you."

"Huh?"

"I found you a date. I left her waiting outside the door."

"You WHAT."

"Come on! I can't wait to reintroduce you!"

Moving too fast for Colin to intercept, Jaime bound toward the front door, grabbing the door handle. Colin felt his face go hot and his stomach drop as his friend ripped the door open, stepping outside.

"See! Here she is! I know you asked her earlier, dude. But I assure you she's ready to be your guest now."

Feeling he had been found out, Colin began to panic. "Dude, I don't know what to say. I don't know what got into me, I just..."

"Thank me later doofus. Get out here."

Colin stepped toward their front door like he was stepping up to a gallows. Upon exiting the dorm and closing the door behind him, he looked up. His body went numb.

In front of him was not Ms. Clarence. It was a different woman, their house in the building across the street, Alice Dawson, who had rejected Colin's invitation earlier that week.

"She goes to the gym I go to. We spotted each other one day, and, well, here we are."

Ms. Dawson stood in front of Colin, staring at him without enthusiasm, slightly annoyed. The 55 year old, tall, muscled brunette was dressed in the sluttiest witch costume Colin had ever seen. She was wearing six inch black heels, which lifted her 5'11 frame above both Colin and Jaime. Her strong, muscled calves and thighs were visible though a thin fishnet stocking that creeped all the way up to her hips. She didn't have pants or a skirt, but a single black corset that clung tightly to her crotch, midsection, and increadible breasts. What was odd to Colin, besides the obvious, was that the top of her corset had several thin leather straps radiating out from a black ring right below her collarbone. It was a leather harness, and not one that typically comes with a witch costume, Colin gathered.

"What do you think? She's happy to be your date."

"Mmmphffhhm." Ms. Dawson looked toward Jaime, clearly not mirroring his enthusiasm, but not protesting either. She shifted uncomfortably in place.

"Did they tell you to tie her up like this?"

"No, they were out of costumes. Said some blonde MILF showed up out of the blue and claimed the last one. I did this myself!"

Jaime extended his arms to present Ms. Dawson more closely to Colin. Colin studied her, scratching his head nervously. Her dark brown hair had severl slight strands of gray running through it, and was pulled into a tight ponytail behind her. On top of her head was a witches hat. Her mouth was sealed by several layers of shiny black electrical tape, which was tight enough to show the shape of her lips. Her cheeks bulged slightly, suggesting something may have been put in her mouth first.

"Get a load of those tits, Colin!" Jaime smacked Ms. Dawson on the butt, sending a startled jolt up through the woman's throat before it was dampened by her gag. She gave Jaime an stark, angered look before trying and failing to say something to him.

"Sorry. She said I get to do that one time. I'm done, I promise." Jaime winked at Colin.

Colin followed his advice, gazing at Ms. Dawson's insanely deep and pronounced cleavage. Her breasts had been squished together by her incredibly muscular arms, as her wrists had been taped together in front of her and secured below her waist. Colin got the sense that any moment he was about to see part of her chest that he was not supposed to see. Ms. Dawson's ankles had been loosely bound together with a pair of handcuffs. What Colin couldn't get over, and what was making Jaime's grin spread from ear to ear, was the broomstick he had tied to Ms. Dawson's wrists, holding it between her legs. The back of the broom was secured to her waist with more electrical tape. It looked like she was riding it.

"Why don't you give your date a demonstration!"

"Hmmffmmmph fhfm phmm...." Ms. Dawson groaned, looking with disdain at Colin before hopping in loose shuffles a few time, keeping the broom in place between her legs.

"That's impressive." Colin said, realizing that probably sounded sarcastic. Ms. Dawson stared at Colin unimpressed a while longer.

"She's going to be your date tonight to the party. She agreed to it as long as I come in early and spot her at the gym for a while. Ms. Dawson didn't make a sound, so Colin assumed he was telling the truth.

"So! I told the brothers we were ready a few seconds ago. They should be here shortly. Do you have everything you need?"

Colin checked his person for his keys, wallet, and phone. All were there. "I'm ready."

"Don't leave anything behind like me."

Colin felt dizzy suddenly. Looking around, he realized finally what Ms. Dawson had been distracting him from. Jaime's mother, Ms. C, helplessly bound and gagged in her Dorothy costume, was nowhere in sight. He checked his phone in a panic. A single text popped up.

"We got your guest and went ahead and took her to the party. There was another chick tied up there too when we got there. She seemed like she was coming to the party. Did you find two girls? Freaking legendary."

Colin looked up at Ms. Dawson, understanding now that she had seen the brothers come and take Ms. C, but couldn't say anything to Jaime now that she was gagged. She stared at him in contemptuous silence. It had clearly dawned on her that Colin didn't even need her to be Colin's date after all.

"I uh...I guess we can get going." Colin said as a pair of headlights poured into the driveway.

"Great. That's the brothers," Jaime replied. "Care to escort your date to the car like a gentleman?"

Colin put his hand on Ms. Dawson's back, which she clearly did not enjoy. She side-eyed the young man crossly. "Fhffmmhh ffmmh mmmm ffh mmhhhmmm..." she said to him quietly. Colin knew exactly what she meant.

[Bigballgag1]

Nice twist with the second part, look forward to seeing what comes next. Can Colin continue his double life and keep both women Separate and also keep MS C away from Jaime? Great work

[GreyLord]

Oh what a tangled web we weave!

[G9Drox]

Oh wow! This took a turn!

[TapeTurtle]

After being escorted into the back of the house with the trussed up Ms. Dawson, Colin and the bound and gagged witch were shown into a small, intimate room that was surprising quiet. Jaime had been asked to go in to the front of the house with the rest of the party. Colin, much to his surprise and discomfort, was being given special treatment by the fraternity, heralded as a "legend" for bringing two women to the party. Colin was relieved they didn't explain this to Jaime.



"We figured you might want some backstage access before the festivities begin, Colin." A senior brother, Jake, clapped him on the back and opened one more door, ushering Colin and Ms. Dawson inside.



Collin cautiously stepped in, holding out his hand to Ms. Dawson to help her hop her way into the house. "Hmmphhff." Ms. Dawson replied, rushing passed him in annoyance.



What greeted the two of them shocked them silent. There in the small little room, was a small herd of bound and gagged women in Halloween garb.



"Let me introduce you Mr. Colin," Jake said, wrapping his arm around the young, awkward man and nudging him forward.



"Colin, this is Dr. Shin." Jake walked Colin down the line of bound women before placing him in front of a tall, busty woman of Asian heritage. Her body was encased in a tight red spandex suit, with black thigh high boots and a cape that fell down over her shoulders. Her arms were bound behind her. Her hair was pulled into a tight pony tail. On her head was a pair of red devil horns. Her mouth had been sealed with black duct tape, which tightly tied the rest of her torso and limbs together as well. The woman, appearing to be in her early 40s, blushed and rolled her eyes shyly as Colin looked her over. "She's a devilishly good Economics Professor." Jake ushered Colin over.



"And this is Annette. She's a volleyball player at our rival school down the road. A damn good one too. We're so lucky she's spending Halloween on our side of town, aren't we Annette?" A gigantic, 6-foot-one Amazon of a woman stared down at Colin with annoyed anger in her eyes. She was blonde, her hair straight and falling down past her shoulders. She was also small-chested, but had the biggest butt Colin had ever seen in his life. Her powerful, thick figure was encased in a tight pink leotard. She was sporting white sneakers, bunny ears, and a white puff of cotton placed over her rear.



"Fmfmfhmmfhh..." Annette garbled something through a giant pink ball gag, sending a glob of drool down her chin and neck. Her arms had been bound reverse-prayer with tan rope behind her back. Her ankles ankles and knees were also cinched together in the rope.



"This is Emma. She's the youngest of the bunch." Colin glanced curiously at young red-headed girl in front of him. "She's actually in high school. She's 18 of course. Her sister goes here and she's been dying to come to this party. So we...obliged." Emma giggled into a thick layer of blue duct tape that had been wrapped around her head. Her costume was the mildest of the group. A pair of jean shorts that tightly hugged her thick, strong legs. Rough burlap rope welded her legs together, all the way down to her cowgirl-boot clad ankles. Her hands had been bound in front of her with the rope, welding her wrists together right below her chin. Her torso was covered by a modest button down flannel, which had been seductively unbuttoned to reveal her fully grown, D-sized cleavage behind her arms, which had been fixed in place at the elbow and cinched to her torso. She giggled again and blushed as Colin nodded bashfully at her, continuing on.



"You may have even seen her before," said Mark, motioning to the next woman. Colin studied her face, unable to put anything together. In front of him was a woman in her mid 50's, dressed in a slutty school girl outfit, with by far the biggest breasts he had ever seen before in his life. Her light brown hair had been tied into a messy ponytail. A white button down had been tied into a halter top, barely staying knotted as it strained (and in many ways failed) to support her enormous chest.



Below her spilling upper body was short red-plaid skirt and knee high socks. Her legs weren't as tight or shiny as her fellow guests', but none the less she looked more or less in shape for someone her

age. Her bright blue eyes blinked nervously behind a pair of fake black-rimmed glasses. Her mouth was covered in white duct tape, and the schools initials were written in sharpie across her covered lips.



She was bound almost identically to Ms. Clarence, her arms box-tied behind her and her ankles and knees secured.



"This is the Chancellor's wife, Mrs. Anne Carlton. It's an honor she agrees to do this every year for us." Mrs. Carlton shook her head, mumbling something lighthearted in defeat behind her gag. Colin couldn't help but stare as her massive chest seemed sure to burst her top any second. "The Chancellor, Dr. Carlton is an alum of the frat, and comes by every year. He always bids the most on his wife and ends up getting to take her home each year. It's kind of sweet."



As Colin walked past the bound Dr. Alito Jaime had brought to the party, taking a second look at the totally encapsulating black latex that trapped her body and the hood that blinded her, he stopped for a moment and turned back to Mark. "He...bids for her?"



"It's an auction, dude." Mark said, grinning. "Well, technically it's a costume contest. But then it turns into an auction. All of the proceeds go to the charity the frat chooses to sponsor that year. We raise a shit ton of cash, man. It rocks."



"And I don't need to introduce you to your two lovely ladies." Colin's face went white as he was brought up to Ms. Dawson and Ms. Clarence, who eyed each other uneasily in between bouts of peering at Colin.



"Hmmfhffmmhh..." Ms. Clarence bounced in place a few times to face Colin. Still dressed in and nearly spilling out of her sexy Dorothy costume, her blue eyes burned holes into Colin's skin above her ruby-glittered tape gag. She was clearly upset. "hfmmafhhfmm...Fmmfhhfmm..."



Seeing the clear tension between the two, Mark took a step back. "It looks like you have some catching up to do...bud. We're gonna get going in about 20 minutes." He stepped into the main party room, loud bass and hip hop music pulsing through the gap in the door as he pulled it close behind him.



"Hmfmfhhmmmphh????!" Ms. Clarence motioned her head at Ms. Dawson. "Hffmmhph hhmmphh?" Colin knew what she was trying to say. "Two guests?!"



"I didn't know Ms. Dawson was coming! I swear! Jaime brought her for me as a surprise. I promise" Ms. C looked skeptically at Colin, narrowing her eyes before turning toward Ms. Dawson.



"Hmmhhfhh?" She tried to ask.



Ms. Dawson, uninterested and still annoyed, rolled her eyes in no one particular direction before nodding her head slightly.



"I'm sorry -- it really was an accident." Colin felt horrible for Ms. Clarence, who was now bound and gagged in a slutty Halloween Costume at her son's fraternity house -- for nothing. His stomach dropped when he saw Mark re-enter the room.



"15 minutes ladies! You all ready for the costume contest!" Ms. C's eyes went wide and her face flushed. She stared silently at Colin.



"Is that in front of the whole fraternity???" Colin asked in a sudden panic. There would be no hiding this from Jaime after all.



"You bet it is bro! That's the whole point! The frat brothers, pledges, and alums all vote/bid on their favorite lady!"



"Shit..." Colin said under his breath. Ms. C started squirming the rope that fused her arms and hands behind her back. Colin knew she was freaking out too.



"What's wrong?" Mark asked.



"Nothing it's just...that..." Colin looked up at Ms. Clarence before tracing his eyes down the line of women. An idea formed. "It's just that my guest was really hoping to get a costume that another guest had..."



"She did?" Mark looked at Ms. Clarence, who hopped up and down keeping her balance, eyes squinted and curious at Colin. She cautiously nodded her head, unsure where he was heading next.



"She did. She told me she was really into one of the other costumes, and was wondering if there could be a last minute switch. You know, to spice things up a bit?"



"Well...we've never done that before." Mark said, eyeing Ms. C, who was batting her eyelashes at him sadly. "But we've also never had a true hero bring two women before. I'd say a costume change is worth the extra money they'll bring in." He turned back to Colin. "Fine. But only one, and you have to be ready in 15 minutes."



"Deal." Colin said, shaking Mark's hand.



"Freaking legend..." Mark chuckled, before heading back into the party.



"That buys us some time, I think. Looks like you're going to have to go out there, Ms. Clarence."



"Mmmmmhhmmphhh..." Ms. Clarence hung her head, her blonde pigtails drooping forward.



"But we can at least put you in a costume Jaime won't be able to recognize you in..."



"Hmmphh?" Ms. C scanned the line of women with her eyes. "Mmmfff..." She finally said, her eyes wide, her face suddenly pale.

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Colin found Jaime and a group of other pledges drunk out of their minds near the back of the room. Jaime greeted him with monstrous hug, shouting in his ear. "It's my fucking brother! Where you been dude, it's about to start!"



"I've been around!" Colin lied, turning to the stage.



The lights in the large main room went dark, a spotlight appeared near the far wall.



"Brothers and soon to be brother!" Mark shouted from the front of the room, eliciting a raucous wave of cheering from the testosterone-heavy crowd. "Are you all ready to party??? It's Halloween!!!!!!"



The crowd erupted once more, needing several motions from Mark to settle down.



"You know the rules, my friends. We have been graced by a bodacious bevy of women from around town. All of them here willingly to put their Halloween spirit to the test in the name of charity. It's the 2024 Annual Halloween Costume Contest!!!!"



The crowd broke into cheers once more, as the spotlight turned to the door behind Mark. One by one, each of the bound and gagged and scantily clad women hobbled out to center stage. Mark started near the front of the line.



"I present to you! The Devil!" The crowd roared for Dr. Shin, who stared awkwardly and bashfully back at them.



"Gentlemen! Run Rabbit Run!" Annette playfully hopped in a circle, showing off her legs and unbeatable backside.



"And a soon to be college student here, Miss Daisy Duke!" Emma giggled and waved with her hands under her chin.



"Making her annual appearance, the Naughty, Naughty, School Girl!" The crowd erupted again for their familiar favorite. Colin spotted a group of boys cheering for a tall, older man in the middle of the crowd -- presumably Dr. Carlton, the chancellor. He shook his head in mock-bashfulness and clapped his hands together.



"Dude she's such a fucking babe," Jaime shouted in Colin's ear. "I'm voting for her."



"Looking to cast a spell on you, it's the Wicked Witch of the West!" Ms. Dawson hopped unenthusiastically to center stage and turned around, returning back to her place in line without ceremony.



"From the same land as our last contestant, the Land of Oz, we have Dorothy Gale!" I looked up at the stage, my skin brimming with sweat. Little by little, Dr. Alito, the other Professor Jaime had brought to the party, hobbled her way up to the stage quickly, clearly embarrassed at the way her chest and backside were hanging out in the open in the tiny Dorothy costume.



Colin turned toward Jaime, who was too drunk and engaged with his buddies to see what had happened.



"And finally!" Mark called. "The mysterious, luscious, Ms. Midnight!" Slowly, a figure hopped up in unsteady bounces toward center stage. She had a bigger chest than Dr. Alito, and stretched the black latex encasing her body almost to tearing down the middle. With every hop, her breasts, which now clearly were unsupported by a bra, heaved up and down noticeably behind the black material. Her strong thighs and thin ankles navigated the leather straps that hobbled her nervously. Her vision clearly impaired by the black hood over her head, the anonymous woman yelped slightly through her red ball gag as she hopped her way back into line.



"Holy fucking shit," Jaime said to his buddy. "Dr. Alito looks sexy as shit in that. Look at her tits!"



Colin couldn't help but laugh slightly, partially from the relief of getting away with their switch, partially at the irony of what Jaime had just said, unwittingly drawing attention to his mother's incredible body beneath the black latex suit.