"Kind of like a witch."

“I suppose a goth is kind of like a witch, when you think about it.”

“Makes sense to me,” says Meg, pulling Sabrina’s ropes tight. The goth roommate, in her official Vatican-style bondage sack, might be complaining, but under the hood it’s hard to be sure. “Looks like this is how you’ll be sleeping from now on, roomie. Sitri, would you care to do the honors?”

“Sure,” you say, hauling Sabrina over your lap. You patiently spank her exposed buttocks, eliciting a lot of wriggling and squirming as she desperately tries to get away from you and out of the itchy, horrible, crotchroped sack. You take your time, fondling and groping, ensuring every inch of her backside is burning bright red before you finally let her up. Meg watches every instant, eyes bright with wicked glee.

You tuck Sabrina into her bed, face up, pulling the sheets over her so tightly that she can’t wiggle even a little bit. All she can do is lie there stewing, feeling the crotchrope tight between her parted labia and the sack tormenting her nipples. Meg leans down and whispers something into her ear you can’t hear, then smiles and pats her on the head.

She stands up, makes eye contact with you and takes off her top. She walks over and plonks herself down on your lap. Her warm tongue slides into your mouth as you fumble behind her for the clasp of her bra.

Sabrina can hear every little moan, gasp and cry of pleasure as you and Meg slowly strip each other naked on the dorm room bed. Her body’s hot, sweaty, trembling with frustrated desire. Her pussy’s dripping wet, her ass burning red, her nipples hard, her whole body tingling from the horrible persistent discomfort of the sack.

She’s tucked in so tight she can’t even move to hump the crotchrope. She certainly can’t scream. All she can do is lie there and listen to the two of you fuck.

It’s going to be a very long night.