Tiffany

Jessica looked anxiously between her three friends, unable to even bring herself to look them in their eerily blank, frozen faces. She didn’t want to know any of the embarrassing details of what her friends darkest most intimate kinks were…

Cassie, apparently, wanted to be showered in cum… Nina was a spankophile… And Tiffany a secret bondage queen… great…

She anxiously screwed her foot against the ground – the choice was painful and she had no idea what fate she was even sentencing her friends to. Based on what Kevin had done to Sam, all of their teachers, and what he’d done to her, he could be terrifyingly creative…

Fuck you Kevin… fuck you fuck you fuck you…

She imagined what Kevin would do in each scenario… probably have Cassie wear cum as make-up or have her suck dick for lunch. Gross. Jess couldn’t do it – Cassie was too cute… too innocent.

She let her eyes drift to Nina’s ass, still exposed by her frozen, flipped-up skirt. Jess cringed, what would Kevin do to her? He’d make it normal to spank her, that she was sure of… but how? Replace every punishment with a spank? How about every greeting? How far would he go? If spanking was Nina’s fantasy, and Kevin’s intention was to punish her, he’d go overboard… Jess convinced herself of that… He’d get Nina hurt… She couldn’t do it… anything with any risk of inflicting pain wasn’t worth it…

“How about I count down from 10…” Kevin spoke through the eerie silence of their frozen world.

She glanced at Tiffany. Being tied up… What would Kevin do with that little prompt? Jess cringed imagining walking into school to find Tiffany bound to the flag pole every day. Wrapped up in a neat little package…

Maybe she’d be safe in there…

No matter what she chose, Jess cringed knowing she’d never quite be able to look at any of them the same way ever again. She couldn't unlearn their fetishes just like she couldn’t bring herself to make the choice – but if she didn’t, it would only get worse… she had to…

“Tiffany.”

She blinked, surprising even herself when she heard the name escape her lips. Her body was washed with guilt and regret the moment she spoke.

Jessica looked at Tiffany’s smiling face; locked and frozen, staring emptily into space with no idea of the betrayal Jess had just been **** to inflict on her. Jess shot a glare back at Kevin, her lips pursed shut as she tried to stop her rage from boiling over again – she hated that she kept losing to this loser.

Kevin’s grin widened and he clapped his hands, the emerald token of his control over Jess gleaming in the afternoon sunlight.

“Tiffany, huh? Are you sure Jess?” His voice dripped with false sincerity. The humiliated cheerleader bit her tongue, her glare intensifying.

“Just get it over with…” she spat, already bracing herself for the humiliating **** pleasure she was about to be subjected to.

Kevin shrugged, “Okay then, how about… I wish that Tiffany would be considered nothing more than a trophy, replacing the one the football team compete for every year. I wish that she'd be kept in permanent bondage in the school trophy cabinet, with the other trophies – whichever team wins the championship each year gets to keep her for the next.”

“M-M-Master!” Jess moaned frantically as she tried to insult him, her pussy throbbing in heat, watching in horror as her friend disappeared in an instant.

“You know what… I just had a great idea,” Kevin said, his expression darkening, “I’m meant to be teaching you a lesson after all... genie…”

Jess shuddered, panic rising in her flushed chest.

“I wish that Tiffany would be fully aware that she’s suddenly become a trophy, and know that it's Jess fault!”

The colour drained from Jessica’s face, falling to her knees as the unwanted pleasure rocked her to her core.

“And let’s keep her experience fresh! I wish that every night at midnight, Tiffany will ‘reset’ to exactly how she is right now, physically and mentally – she’ll not age, or suffer any negative effects of being tied up for so long. Forgetting each day and waking up in the next as though it’s her first day as a trophy all over again…”

Kevin gave Jessica a self-satisfied smirk, "Well, that should do it! Anything you want to add before I unfreeze time?"

Jessica could barely respond, only letting out a low whine as she gripped her knees to hold back the waves of arousal Kevin's wishing **** her to endure.

"Nothing?” He shrugged, “In that case, I wish that time would unfreeze and everyone except for Tiffany was back in the positions they were when time was first frozen, with only the two of us remembering what happened while it was…"