A sexy cowboy!

Coming down the side walk you’re about a block from Ashley’s when you take out your phone from your bag,

almost at your house, you outside yet? You text her.

Yeah I am tell me what you’re dressed as so I can find you. Ashley texts back.

Nah I don’t want to ruin the surprise when you see me. You reply back with a devil smile emoji.

oh if that’s how it is then I won’t tell you what I am either, good luck trying to find me before I find you. Ashely messages you with sinister emoji, and a knife emoji.

Hide and seek? Game on then. You message back.

You ain’t gonna see me coming gonna scare the pants off of you. Ashley sends a ghost emoji.

You mean your gonna get the pants scared off of you by me your totally toast!!! You reply before putting your phone away

Doing so you realize you might have just made a mistake antagonizing Ashely. If Ashley is wearing a mask your at huge disadvantage in this little game of tag that was just instigated. Your costume doesn’t obscure your identity really. Like yeah your all feminine looking right now but it’s not like your face is hidden. So while Ashley can probably figure who you are if she looks hard enough you might not be able to do the same.

Continuing to walk along your about a house away from Ashley’s by now. A little paranoid a this point you’re carefully examining every ticker or treater you pass by. Your focus mostly being on the girls who have their faces obscured as any of them could be Ashley.

Whump

Suddenly you’re rammed into you from behind, tackled to the ground you land with a thud onto the lawn in front of you. Instantly you try to get up but a weight of some one sitting on your back keeps you pinned down.

“W-what the hell get off of me!”You demand, trying to twist your body out from under this mystery person.

Struggling you try to force this unknown attack throwing an elbow back at them, only for it to be swiftly caught, and pinned under their arm pit. Trying again you swing out your other arm, with this one too being caught and trapped as well. This person then makes your hands cross one over another at the wrists, holding them both with only one of their own hands.

“Well, well, well, lookye wha we got ere, some no good outlawh thinks he can run round doing whatever he pleases.” A voice that’s unmistakably familiar, even with the thick western accent their putting on.

It looks like Ashely found you before you found her…

“Ashley what the heck, get off of me.” You tell her, attempting find some leverage to buck her off.

“Woah, woah now little doggie, this once ah feisty little calf, better tussle um up.” Speaks Ashely her really laying on thick drawl of her accent, as she’s seems to have demoted you from being an outlaw to a now some wildly cattle that needs rustling.

The color then drains from your face as you then feel rope being wrapped and tightened around your wrists.

“Eep Ashely NO!” You yelp, as it seems she was dead serious about the tussling you up part.

Digging your feet into the ground you push hard you can The threat of being bound invigorating your attempts to escape your best friends clutches, yet even with your increased efforts it’s useless. Much as you attempt to shake off Ashely you just can’t seem to summon enough strength to get out from under her. It’s awkward to do with only one hand, and you fighting back, but with only a minute of time Ashely manages to winding some rather soft hemp rope around your wrists. This leaving your hands stuck behind her back.

“Grrrah let me go, o-or else your gonna be sorry!” You grit your teeth trying your best to sound intimidating as you can.

“Hhhmm hmm hmm hmm hmmm.” Ashely is… un-phased by your threats, casually she’s starts humming a little tune as she does up knot to makes extra sure your arms can’t slip free.

She’s doesn’t even blink at your puffed up bluster, her quite confident this scenario is going to going down like all the shenanigans between the two of you go. One of you incites some hijinks, she comes out winning whatever exchanges happens, you end up swearing pay back, and then whatever revenge. plan you have back fires blowing up in your face. So confident this little play is gonna follow the same old script, instead stopping Ashely keeps going.

Slipping under your restrained arms she then slides from your upper back down to your hips. Grabbing your legs she wrenches your knees back, forcing them into a bent v shape. Then using the other end of the rope length loops it around both your ankles two times. Now your unable to separate your legs. with the only movement you’re still able to due with your lower is wiggle your feet a little. With your ability to fight back or run away nonexistent at this point, Ashely finishes things off by taking the end of the rope from the tie around your feet, and looping it around the knot at your wrists.

Then standing up with that rope still in hand Ashely yanks back to get rid of any slack between your wrists, and ankles.

“Egrh…” You whine in discomfort as your hands and feet are forced towards each other.

Your chest starting to lift up of the ground slightly as your body arches backwards, you tugged by the rope into a tight hogtie. Every part of you feels constrained now.

“There we’s go all snug.” Ashely announces, pushing her foot lightly down on your legs, you tetter tottering like a seesaw due to the ridged pose the rope has your body in.

She then walks around and takes a knee in front of you a wide smile one her face.

“Hey Doug how’s it going?” She asks dropping the accent.

With her now in view your able to see the impressive looking, and sexy cowgirl costume Ashely is wearing. Sitting on her head the brim tilted down wards at a little bit of an angle is a bright white cowboy hat.The hat is a gus style cowboy hat, made out of a beautiful white felt that has a tall crown. The crown of the hat also having deep center crease and a slopping front. The brim is a very wide, the ends on the left and right curling upwards slightly.

A black belt around the bottom of the crown has two miniature bull horns at the front that curve up and out forward. Under her hat you see she has her black slightly curled kinky hair has been pulled into a a long pony tail that falls all the way down to the middle of her back.

Normally not being into make as she’s more of of a laid back gamer girl your surprised to see Ashely actually has on some cosmetics on with the costume she has. Her naturally shade of light ebony skin glowing a bit with precisely placed white blush that sits under her eyes, chin, fore head, and cheeks. The addition of the lightning not enough to dilute her natural color but enough to empathize the contrast in way that flatters both the darker and lighter hues of her skin. These small touches making her face which is oval shaped and a little puffy in a cute way, a more striking appearance. A perfect look for a tough cattle rustler!

With Ashely’s eyes little she has a little black eyeliner that traces the end of her top eyelids lip giving a subtle pop to her eyes. Her eye lashes have fox style extensions, that afford Ashely’s even normal gaze predatory a tinge. With the inner and middle lashes thin, then longer at the outer part almost forming and sharp point at the end of the eye shape. Ashely lips have just a hint of gloss that reflects the moonlight off of the wide smile she has.

Besides the make up and hat though Ashely also has some rather amazing clothes. Hanging round her neck is long cyan bandanna which falls between the cleavage of her boobs. Laying on said boobs is a shiny white leather cowboy vest which she has left open and unbuttoned. It’s length ending just where Ashely’s rib cage starts with three inch long white tassels linking the bottom of the vest.

Some more notable details or the vest is that it is completely sleeveless, has two front breast pockets, a collar is folded neatly at the top and the back has a swirly brown design of what looks like an almost tribal like spiral of thorns. Under that vest is a red, and white button up. The shirt has. knotted tie just below Ashely D cup breast allowing her to show off her tummy.

That tummy being a little squishy as Ashely has a nice curvy body, her physique rather pear shaped as she’s bottom heavy with some nice thick thighs. It really no suprise you couldn’t get her off when she was sitting on you. Though despite having a bit more mass then the average girl, under that thin layer of softness Ashely is pretty solid. A lot of muscle laying just below the surface of the squish. A fact which you have personally felt many times during the contests of strengths the two of you have had while rough housing. Ashely proving more then once that she doesn’t have literally throw her weight around to over power you. Her athleticism, and power steming from some light weight training, and participation in the school soccer team every year.

Some of that power shows up even on Ashely’s ass. As looking down further you see Ashley has a pair of white jean short shorts that seem practically painted to her firm bubble butt as she’s squats down. The pockets are pretty much inaccessible with how tightly stretched the fabric is against your best friends flesh. Like the large large denim bulge that stands visible at the crotch part of her shorts where Ashley’s 12 inch cock rests. You privy to that private information as one time you slept over at her house you accidentally walked on her getting dressed. That incident becoming instant fodder for Ashely’s teasing after it happens.

The back of the shorts conforms so much to Ashely’s rear end the fabric rides up her butt leaving little to imagine of its shape. A good amount of the lower half of her asscheeks are visible because the shorts are just that well… short! With bottom of the shorts at the front not even reaching the top of her thighs.

The piece of clothing ending up looking more reminiscent of a hipster style panties made of denim rather then resembling any sort of outer wear. With the waist band just barley reaching Ashely’s waist line it’s such a compact pair of shorts. Topping of this implausible skimpiness Ashley has the front button undone and zipper half way down. Giving that little extra bit of naughtiness to her costume.

Besides the shorts though, high up Ashely’s left leg there’s a dark brown belt on her upper thigh. Yellow stitch work lines the sides with a polished silver buckle keeping the thick leather fastened to her leg. On the belt is a dark brown holster which holds a fake six shooter. The revolver a dull greenish gold metal, engraved with ivy like swirls on the barrel and a the image of copper head snake embedded into the blackened ivory handle. Bellow that is pair of long thin white knee high socks that add some feminity to the outfit. The streaks of white nearly transparent with how thin they are, reaching just above the bend of her knees.

Finally on Ashely’s got on the stereotypical cow boy boots. The foot wear made up of a light brown leather with white stitch work. Stitches lining the top of the boot which is twice the length of where Ashely’s ankle ends. With the stitches then winding down the sides in the design of a blazing fire. The boots out soles are black with the bottom of the shoe having treads to help with grip on rougher surfaces. The toe points are wing tipped and the heel is raised with the middle arching up off the ground the classic cowboy boot build.

It’s an absolute superb costume with the it’s all looking as if it might be quite expensive. The whole thing making you feel rather inferior about your own Halloween outfit.

“Well I did say I was gonna scare the pants off of you but it looks like some one beat me to it.” Ashley then giggles reaching over to pinch your bare thigh.

“Ow, Ash untie me, people are staring.” Whining at a high pitched octave you continue to strain at your bonds uncomfortable as a few costume goers have stopped to stare at all of the commotion you two were causing

A number of tricker or treaters now watching you both with either intrigue, confusion, or amusement.

“What and let these people miss out on unforgettable Halloween spectacle?” Ashely giggles rising back to her feet.

Her then making you seesaw agin with a foot as she looks back at the crowd.

“Doesn’t really feel like it’d been in he spirit of the holiday you know.” Ashely beams gleefully.

Though reveling in the attention her handy work is being given, Ashley is keeping an eye on the crowd making sure that no one tries to take a phone to record or take a picture. Her wanting to make sure there are no lingering consequences for you due to her mischief here. After all this is just a harmless little prank in her eyes. Well she’s also very much getting off on seeing your body all tied up deliciously in those ropes. Lust making her mouth water as she can’t help but kick her lips. However she never actually do anything unbecoming or what she considered morally questionable. Like with that costume on no but like her or your family is going to recognize you after today, so Ashely’s conscious is clear in her mind.

“Honestly I don’t even think you really want to be untied with that costume you got on I’d think you’re into this whole bondage thing.” Ashely teases placing her hands in her hips while leaning forward pretending as if she needs to get a better look at your outfit to make sure she’s not mistaken.

“W-what are you talking about I’m Zoe from royal rumble 7.” You retort.

“Could’ve fooled me I thought you were like out of hentai game or something, right doesn’t he look like something out of a hentai game?” Ashely says turning to a female bystander whose dressed up as an angel.

“Huh I mean I guess kind of,..” The angel girl responds unsure and kind of embarrassed to be answering such a question..

“See she agrees.” Ashley proclaims, overstating the girls tepid comment to push her own her own narrative that your secretly loving this public embarrassment.

Her really just looking for any excuse to keep you tied up, and wriggling around on her neighbors front lawn. Ashley getting a real kick out of watching more, and more people filtering over to watch you writhe against her rope work. Which speaking of her neighbor then comes outside at that exact moment to see why there’s a gathering around their house.

“Hey, you kids get out of here we don’t do Halloween in this house hold.” A grumpy looking old man with the most wrinkles you’ve ever seen in your life yells from the porch.

The old man not even seeming to care about the fact that some one is hogtied on his lawn. His only concern being that you’re hogtied OFF of his property.

“Ah well you heard the man let’s go Doug you can’t be laying about here.” Ashely smirks grabbing your bag, and then slinging you over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

With little effort she’s able to pick up you and your stuff. Her always being rather strong for a girl, as your many loses to her during mutual rough housing gave credence to.

“Ashleyyyyyy put me downnnnnn.” You squeal as you’re carried along the side walk.

You kicking, and struggling about as much as the ropes will allow like an upset child.

smack!

Ashley responds to your fussiness by winding back her hand and delivering a hard spank to your left ass check. The slap feels like a sharp crash of fire that then warps into a dull sting of pain as a lewd bright pink hand print appears on your struck skin. Your whole body tenses up as the muted but still very burning echo of the initial smack reverberates though your entire bottom.

“Quiet outlawh yer rotten deeds ar finally at an end thanks to bounty hunter Ashely!” Jokes Ashely using that thick western accent again.

“Ow! Ashley that’s going to far, that really hurt.” You growl with an agitated rumble of the throat.

Hearing the genuine anger in your tone Ashely finally relents.

“Hehe okay, okay, sorry, sorry here let me untie you.” Ashley apologizes, her jovial pitch of laughter lowering to a sincere tone as she knows that spank was a little over board.

Putting you down on another neighbors grassy front yard she undoes the rope and finally sets you free. Standing you brush off the grass. Missing a small blade of green Ashley reaches out to pluck it from a tangle lock of your blond hair. The gesture an extension of the olive branch as she gives an apologetic smile. You don’t take to the gesture very well though, instead you cross your arms turning your body to the side with a pout on your face,

“Awww come on don’t be like that.”” Ashley coos sweetly at you, making big puppy dog eyes for you to forgive her.

You just turn your body even further away from her and rise your chin while scowling. You part still upset for her jumping you, and part upset that she doesn’t even seem to bat an eye at your costume. The whole reason for you getting dressed up like this was to make her feel awkward around you but she doesn’t seem to care at all! As well she’s got a better costume then you! In every possible way you’ve been completely undermined on this outing!

“Come on Doug… here my mom gave me some peanut butter cups you can have them if stop being mad at me.” Ashely chirps grabbing her bag, she had tossed on the ground before ambushing you, and opening it for you to grab as many as you need to accept her apology.

Upon hearing the name of your favorite candy your eyes can’t help but slide your eyes over to the tempting offer of Sarah’s open bag. Mouth starting to water as you see the glorious site of the orange and black packaging your resolve breaks. Quickly darting your hand into the bag, and grabbing a handful, you swiftly toss the candies in your bag as you then go right back to crossing your arms with a sulking expression.

“hmph F-fine apology accepted b-but I’m still annoyed at you.” You proclaim with an grumble, doing your best not to act like you didn’t just sell out for some candy.

“Hehe okay that’s fair, by the way I was just joking with the hentai comment form before, I really like your costume.” Ashley says shifting her head to one side as she looks you up and down.

You missing the aroused bite of the bottom lip she does while her eyes run over your bare skin while you start to dig into the peace offering of candy. Again you ending up ignorant of the obvious signs of attraction Ashely shows for you.

“Thanks I guess.” You reply already takings wrapper off of one of the peanut butter cups.

“munch I… guess like your costume to munch.” You tell Ashely letting go of the last bit of animosity you were holding onto, partly compelled by enjoying the sweet flavor combination of chocolate and peanut butter.

“Yeah it’s sexy right, totally gives off a rugged vibe that says this body isn’t just for show, and the shows pretty fucking good.” Ashely says turning around to bend at the waist halfway, and wiggle her butt at you.

“Ashely don’t do that haven’t you brought enough attention to us tonight.” You hiss at her as you wave your hands around.

Head on a swivel you whip around to make sure no one is staring while you quickly pull her to stand up straight by the arm.

“Aww come on DougI didn’t traumatize you that bad that your going to be a drag the whole night are you?” Ashely says her being audibly sarcastic as she speaks the word traumatize.

Her thinking that while the spank was uncool, you some how overreacted to being tied up like pretzel in public for any and all to see.

“N-no I just don’t want anything else crazy to happen alright.” You rub your left wrist still having a little bit of chaffing from the rope.

“Well it is Halloween anything can happen while tricker treating, oooo spooky.” Says Ashely pitching up her voice as she wiggles her fingers in your.

“Haaaa are you going to be like this the whole night?” You sigh.

“Yup!” Ashley chirps bouncing her her heels with a smile.