No, she continues to the dorm room

Jessica knew that Samantha and Amy would be even more annoyed than they already were if she continued to play, especially if even each time she won, they would still get another wheel. Suddenly struck by a horrifying though, she wondered if the ‘playing before the other gem lady’ counted as adding percentage chances to the wheel even if it was just a normal play and not an additional play. Only after she accessed that portion of the app did she realize that trying to run the numbers wasn’t adding up correctly from her head to the stats from the app. It wasn’t until she spotted the disclaimer below what she had been able to read before: “…Note: 5% increase to the starting chances of getting a punishment per game lost before the other gem lady starts a new game. Punishment chance increase does not reset at the end of each spin of the Punishment/Reward wheel…” that her current predicament made sense.

Jessica nearly stumbled as she realized the next time she got wheels from the other ladies playing, she would get two. One wheel was a guaranteed punishment, and the other wheel was a high chance of a punishment, at 65%, even if the other lady won, with next to no chance of getting any rewards from it. And the only way she could increase her chances of a reward on the first wheel would be to get that second wheel all the way to 100%, which was by winning 21 times in a row, with each of those games sending a chance wheel to her friend and co-worker. Even then, she would then have to win another 4 games before she had better odds of a reward than a punishment on the first wheel. And once an additional chance wheel was created, there wasn’t a way to get the chance wheel removed.

Thinking things through, Jessica also realized that the games that she had played simultaneously with Amy had not impacted her chances of getting a punishment or a reward. Thus, she would have to coordinate with both of the other ladies to ensure that they all were playing a game at the same time, and that their schedules were coordinated so that none of them would need to be woken up in the middle of the night to take care of their phones. That meant that both Amy and Samantha, and herself, would need to play a game just before bedtime, and that bedtime would have to be carefully chosen to allow for new games to be played in between classes or work schedules.

Jessica pinched the bridge of her nose, feeling a slight headache coming on as she tried to coordinate all of these things in her head, then jumped nearly a foot, bad idea in heels, you stupid, stupid girl, after she felt a hand grab her butt. Trying to swat the groping hand away from her butt with her own hand just transferred the groping hand to her own hand but the groping hand did nothing to keep Jessica from pulling her own hand away from the touch. Once Jessica’s hand was back in front of her body, the groping hand instantly returned to Jessica’s butt, then swiftly slid down her left leg and back up to her right butt-cheek, lingered for a moment and then dove down tickling the back of her right leg, then flew back up the leg again and stopped solidly on the gap right in the middle of her butt-cheeks, just below the hem of her skirt.

Shivering from the overly familiar touch, it was at this point when Jessica finally remembered the consequences of her most recent set of punishments. That gaze felt incredibly like a real hand, and that was scary. She couldn’t tell the difference between a flesh and blood hand and the spectral version of a hand. It had moved so quickly down her legs it was categorically impossible to be a real hand, but she still couldn’t convince her brain that it wasn’t real. And still moving. She had continued to keep walking after nearly face-planting from landing from a foot in the air in 5” heels, but that spectral hand was solidly fixed, right between her legs, steadily kneading the spot. The hand finally disappeared, but then ran up to her hair, tugging and pulling at it. Thankfully it didn’t actually have any real kinetic impetus but the tug felt real enough to nearly convince her to move her head backwards towards the gaze.

Jessica tried to shrug off the feeling, but she was starting to get horny. Really horny. Each touch sent shivers through her body and the combination of the brief light touches and harsh gropes was enough to send her libido into overdrive. Even with this, she realized that her hair had felt different than it was earlier. Previously it had been in a messy bun, but reaching back to feel for it, she discovered that it had transformed to something completely different.

Jessica had to reach into her bag for a compact to see the entirety of what had happened, but Jessica now had three French braids above each ear, leading back to a fishtail braid all the way down to her tailbone. Each segment of the braids had a small silver head with gemstone encrusted hairpins holding the braids in place. Looking closer, she realized that each of the decorative tops of the hairpins was either a naughty word or a figure of a woman in a retro-style pin-up pose, wearing either negligee, nothing, or 1960’s style mini dresses, and all the women had her own face on them. Looking closer, she realized that the nude figures were anatomically correct, and matched her current physical specifications down to the placement and size of the nipples. At this realization, and feeling incredibly humiliated at her own climbing arousal from looking at herself in so many different lewd positions, her cheeks changed color to mimic a deep red rose, a color which thence traveled down her neck to the tops of her trembling bosom.

Jessica wanted desperately to stop and regain control of her libido, but she knew that it wouldn’t get better if she stopped and in fact would likely get far worse, what with stopping for any length of time resulting in her getting magically tied up, and she did not want her first bondage session to happen in public, with all those potential eyes on her. She didn’t want to get tied up at all, stop it hormones, I really don't want to get tied up, but she knew that wouldn’t be possible unless she somehow managed to win a level and get rid of that punishment. But she could complain to the makers of the app.

Looking down at her phone again, Jessica pulled up the app and asked: “Sarah, I thought we had a deal! What is with the percentages on these punishment wheels?”

Tsk-tsking at her, Sarah shimmered into view, the succubus's clothing having transformed into a German Octoberfest wench outfit, except incredibly see-through without the typical linings associated with the same. In the worst possible Bavarian accent, Sarah responded: “Ve do ‘awe a dael. Et iz naught oar folt hou dadin’t ariad all tahe aroolez.”

“What? I didn’t understand a word of that.” Jessica complained.

Sarah pouted, but the clothes transformed again, this time into a slutty parody of a British accountant with an accompanying still quite obviously fake snooty accent. “Well deary, we do have a deal! It is not our fault you didn’t read all the rules. You only bargained to partially remove punishments and get rewarded when you pick things we want you to pick.” Then she disappeared. But not without delivering a rather severe shock to the walls of Jessica’s rectum.

Once again, Jessica had to recover as she fell from a foot in the air, thankfully still not stumbling or falling over, but she now felt multiple additional hands on her body as her piercing shriek had drawn attention from no fewer than seven more people from all around the field next to the dorm she was almost at. One hand was on her left breast that had come fully into view as the last leap had been too much for both of the ties on her shirt. Two hands were crowding her left butt cheek, the one hand from previously was still firmly ensconced in the middle, this time doing circles around her butt plug, aggravating her because of how much it was tickling! One hand was racing another one up the right side of her right leg, and seven and eight, possibly nine, were playing tug of war with her right nipple.

Thankfully, redoing the ties on her shirt, a difficult but not impossible task while walking and desperately trying to ignore the multiple hands, moved the gaze from her breasts to her face, stomach, and hands. The one on her face kept making Jessica want to twitch away or swat at the crawling sensation, but she knew it wouldn’t do any good. Deciding that the best way to resolve this whole situation was just to move as quickly as possible towards the dormitory building, she double-timed it to the door, a risky proposition in new sky-high heels at the best of times.

This decision to hurry up was made just as the chastity belt kicked into the highest gear yet and Jessica lost all control of her legs and she collapsed into a puddle on the ground, her knees automatically spreading to the widest possible position as she barely got her hands on the ground to cushion her impact. That helped, but as soon as she stopped moving, red jute ropes wrapped around her upper left arm and pulled it around behind her back to meet the red jute ropes wrapped around her upper right arm, then pulling her lower arms up until she was in a tight box tie. At which point, more ropes flew around her chest, undoing the ties on the shirt like little intelligent snakes, and then wrapped the base of each breast until her breasts turned a dark red, then continued their swift process around her torso, pinning her shirt in place far away from her breasts, wrapped her torso three more times until she had to slightly struggle to breath from the pressure. At this point, the Ben-Wa balls kicked in with their vibration, then the butt plug.

Jessica started to moan and groan loudly as the spectral hands started tugging, groping, and kneading all of her exposed skin, including her inner thighs which she had always been incredibly responsive to. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she cried out from the vibrations, but just as she was about to have an orgasm ripped from her body at the speed of light, a massive shock ran through both her nipples and her clitoris. This shock initially stopped her roaring orgasm in its tracks like a Peel P50 ramming into a brick wall at 37mph, but then as her body registered the pain, it transformed into a massive jolt of pleasure that sent her mind into overdrive. Must request permission, must request permission, must request, must request, must, mmm. She was starting to drool as the oxygen deprivation hit her.

“Oh my giddy aunt! What do you young people think you are doing these days?!” An older lady exclaimed as she walked out of the dormitory building, right in front of Jessica. “I sincerely hope my daughter doesn’t know you! Harrumph!”

Jessica could hear the click-clacking of the shoes walking away from her to the right, but what was even worse was the constant harsh pressure on her nipples, something that had started the moment the older lady had walked within sight of Jessica. And that pressure wasn’t lessening, even as the lady got to the parking lot. And out of the corner of Jessica’s eye, she saw the lady get into her car, the pressure on her left nipple finally dying down, but the right one increased to an even greater amount before it finally died out as the car went out of view.

Jessica felt about as ashamed as she had ever felt in her life, but as the same time, an intense thrill ran through her at the experience. Maybe I am a humiliation junkie. “Ouch!” Jessica jerked as the shock ran through her nipples and clitoris again just as she was finally about to cum. Straining with her right hand, and bending over sideways, she finally made it to her bag with her phone and tapped her way to the app.

Must get that permission! Tapping to the main screen, she found the permissions list, and tapped on orgasm. Sarah appeared again. “Hmm. I’d be willing to grant you an orgasm, but what will you give me?”

“Anything, just please let me cum!” Jessica pleaded. Then rethought that, “Wait! No, not anything, what do you want?”

“Naughty, naughty. Offer me anything and then yank it back? That’s a recipe for disaster.” Sarah was pouting now.

A chill ran down Jessica’s spine, and pulled back her need for an orgasm almost to the point it was bearable. “I apologize, humbly, deeply, sincerely. What can I offer you to make up for that mistake? And to let me cum? Please. Pretty, pretty, pretty please!”

“Hmm. I think your punishment will be to wait for twenty-four hours before asking me for permission to cum again. Sound good to you?” Sarah asked her, giving her a lecherous grin.

Jessica shook her head. “No, but if it is all you’ll give me, then may I ask that you let up on the vibration? I can’t think with it going on.” Jessica closed her eyes as a particularly strong wave rippled through her chest and body, causing beads of sweat to fly from her nipples and chin.

“Hmm. Agree that you’ll offer to give your physics professor a nice and friendly, sloppy blow-job, no strings attached, by this Friday, and follow through if he accepts, then you’ve got a deal.” Sarah offered.

This offer made Jessica pause. Friday was three days away. That was doable, but what wasn’t easy about the offer was that it would be her first attempt at oral sex. Her boyfriends had asked for oral, but she thought it sounded disgusting and she had voiced such a thorough rejection they had stopped asking after the first two or three times each. But, if the vibrations weren’t lowered, she would be able to get through the night, but less work, school, etc. Not that Sarah would keep them at this high a level for that long…would she? Before she could convince herself that she could handle the vibrations, the word “Deal” flew out of her mouth. No counterproposals, no further negotiations, nothing? That was stupid.

Sarah nodded. “I will offer a word of warning. Don’t renege on this deal. You won’t like the consequences.” Her eyes were unforgiving on that point and were the last thing Jessica could see as she faded out of view.

Jessica shuddered as the vibrations slowed but didn’t cease. “Mmmhmmmm!” Jessica put one high-heeled foot on the ground as she rocked her body to the other side slightly to allow the action. Groaning as the pressure increased between her legs from the action, she rocked her body back the other way and got her other foot underneath her in a squat and then carefully angled her upper body down so that her hand could grab the strap from her bag before she angled back upright and stood up without any help from the still trapped arms. Darn! I have the ability to telekinetically tap on the phone and I didn’t try to use it! Oh well.

Resuming her walk towards the dormitory building, valiantly trying to ignore the still groping hands, Jessica finally felt the ropes disappear and she was able to swiftly tie her blouse again. She made her way up the stairs, rung the buzzer for Samantha, opened the now-unlocked door and then realized her problem. Samantha’s room was on the fourth floor. If she stopped in the elevator, would that count as stopping her movement? Well, no time like the present to see if it does.

Jessica walked over to the elevators, nodding carefully at the students in the ground floor lounge as they looked up curiously at the clicking of heels on the laminate floor. This caused a riot of groping hands all over her body and she had to grit her teeth to avoid the moaning or gasping this provoked. Pressing the button for the elevator, she now had to wait for the elevator to come back down. Two seconds later, the ropes made their reappearance known swiftly, baring her breasts again, but this time pulling her arms up and over her head, tying the wrists behind the neck and then down the back, and around the front to under the breasts, lifting them both up and tied in a gorgeous double coin knot at the front, with the trailing ends wrapping around the base of each breast again. This is going to get old fast.

Jessica stood there, hearing the gasps and chuckles of the students formerly watching the tv and playing foosball. More grasping, tickling, and groping hands, tugging and poking, kneading and sliding across the exposed flesh…Ding! Jessica’s eyes opened, surprised that they had been closed, and she stepped across the threshold and into the elevator, sighing in relief at the sudden loss of all those hands. Just before someone called out, “Hold the elevator!”

Groaning, Jessica quickly angled over and pressed the fourth-floor elevator button with her elbow, but it was too late. The quick footsteps were at the door, then inside the elevator in a flash, accompanied by heaving breathing and a renewed groping on her left sideboob, hanging as it was from her bent over position. A quick tweak of the nipple and up she went again, as the fellow student reached out and tapped on the second floor.

Really, you couldn’t take the stairs? Jessica thought at the student rather acerbically. Her legs suddenly moved by themselves, now at shoulder width apart. This caused the groping hands to shoot down to her crotch, surprisingly mostly hidden even with her short skirt.

Jessica looked over at the male student, probably 18 or 19, 6’, gorgeously wavy surfer blond hair with hazel eyes and a nice jawline, chiseled abs, and entirely too cocksure.

He grinned at her, “Come here often? I’m Alan.” He held out a hand for her to shake, then his grin slipped as he realized how utterly impossible it would be for her to reciprocate without bending over significantly. So, he solved the problem by reaching up to her left hand and shook it himself, brushing her left boob in the process.

Glaring at him not making a sizable dent in his grin, she sighed and responded to the atrocious line: “Yes. I’m a student here, like you. I’m visiting a friend. My name is Jessica. Now, could you let go of my hand please?”

“Oh, my apologies!” Alan said without a hint of any real request for forgiveness. “I just saw you over here and thought, wow! That’s one beautiful woman! I’ve got to meet her!”

“I see. Well, here is your floor, have a good night.” Jessica hurried him along through the open door.

Alan left, his eyes returning to her breasts and not looking up once as the door closed between them. “Good night!” He called.

“Jerk.” Jessica muttered as the elevator continued up to the fourth floor. “May your balls shrivel and die from wasting disease.” Jessica whimpered as the shocks hit her nipples again. “Fine, may your balls be full to the brim without any woman to use them on.” Jessica cried out as the shocks doubled in intensity. “Fine! May you have a wonderful night.” And Jessica nearly hit the floor again as the wave of pleasure flew through her body at the glorious wonder that was this chastity belt and it’s perpetual motion between her legs.

Ding! Jessica dragged her eyes open and thanking her lucky stars that her bag was still firmly on her shoulder where it had been when she put it there after the first incident, walked down the hallway to Samantha’s room, the ropes again disappearing from her body within a few feet. Valiantly hoping that Samantha would appear the second Jessica knocked on the door, Jessica retied her blouse, again, and then walked up to Samantha’s door and knocked.

Thankfully, the door flew open and Samantha reached out, grabbed Jessica by the arm and yanked her into the room so fast that Jessica tripped on the carpet and was only saved by Samantha maintaining a firm grip on her arm. “What are you doing Samantha?” Jessica gasped out as she regained her balance and looked up at the newly transformed Samantha. “Samantha? Is that you?” Jessica asked wondrously.

“Yes, it’s me. Now girl, spill the beans. What the hell were you doing playing that many games, that close together?!” Samantha was furious. “Do you realize that I now have 9 punishments, and 4 rewards?! My ‘rewards’” Samantha held up her hands as she did air quotes around the word “don’t really feel like rewards to me! So what if I can now have sex or strip down to nothing in public and not get into any trouble whatsoever. I don’t want to do that!” Samantha shouted. “I don’t dance, so I don’t care if I’m now an ‘Amazing Dancer’! Maybe, just maybe, I’m a little happy that I won’t get any periods, and now I never have to buy makeup because I will always be wearing it, and never have to apply it but that didn’t give you the right to do that!”

Samantha was as red in the face as Jessica had ever seen her and breathing hard, but also squirming around like crazy. But Jessica had noticed something odd. Samantha’s breasts were now twice the size they had been when she had stumbled into the room, and she was wearing almost nothing. In fact, she was wearing a porn parody of a porn parody of a schoolgirl outfit. Samantha was wearing a white lace bandeau top that couldn’t have been more than an inch and a half wide, not even fully covering the now extremely large nipples, much less covering her areolas, and the red plaid schoolgirl skirt couldn’t really be called a skirt as it had a 3” wide, 4” long front panel, red plaid ribbons for a waistband and that was it. Nothing to cover her butt, except for a bright, cherry red ruby glinting out from between her butt-cheeks, which Jessica wouldn’t have noticed if it weren’t for the mirror on the dorm-room armoire. Samantha was also wearing 6” high Mary Jane-style black heels and sheer white thigh-high hose. The whole ensemble was oddly cute, particularly the red plaid hair bow tie keeping her long ponytail in place. Additionally, she had on a white lace choker with a short red plaid tie, along with multiple jelly bracelets of a wide variety of colors, and 3 gold bangle bracelets per arm.

Now that Jessica had stopped moving, her punishment enacted and she sighed as the ropes twined around her body again, baring the breasts and compressing them into tight pearls before attaching her wrists and hands to the bottom of the breasts, lifting the breasts as the lower arms were tied over the shoulders and around the back of the neck, and Jessica whimpered as the arms were pulled back towards each other behind the back from the new ropes around her upper arms. She wasn’t whimpering at the ropes around the upper arms, but rather the increased strain this pulling the breasts away from each other did to her aching nipples because of the clamps.

“Wow, that’s new.” Samantha said, surprised out of her tirade.

“Yes, one of my new punishments thanks to my ill advised attempts to decrease the chances of getting punishments each time I get one of those chance wheels.” Jessica responded. “By the way, why are your breasts twice as large as when I came in the door?”

Samantha sighed, “I’ve got the punishment: Radical Honesty. It means every time I lie, even in a teensy, eensy little way, even if I really don’t like my punishments but my subconscious likes my punishments and I say the slightest teensiest bit of a lie, my breasts get bigger.” Samantha glared at Jessica again. “I’ve also got a few more punishments to tell you about, five of them in fact. Want to hear about them all now or did you have something else you wanted to talk about first? Actually, I’ll just tell you about one of them right now. I’ve got something called Bodily Fluid Fad. Ever heard of it?” At Jessica’s shaking of her head, Samantha continued: “Essentially, it means that unless I get some guy to jack off on my skin, clothes make me itch like crazy. Even with as little as I’m wearing right now, I had to get another guy on this floor to cum on me! Thankfully, I can rub it into my skin almost to the point of invisibility while keeping to the terms of the punishment otherwise it would get really freaking obvious that I’ve got spunk on me! Because of course I can't wear it in just any place, no! It has to be somewhere visible! Some stupid synergistic crap or other.”

Jessica opened her mouth to give Samantha the bad news about needing to play another game, and soon, but Samantha interrupted her. “And on top of all of that, I can’t ever tell what the punishments are before I select them because I got frazzled and tapped on Blindfold by mistake!”

Jessica waited a moment, but Samantha seemed to have at least partially run out of steam, so Jessica opened her mouth again to finally tell her the news, when a woman that looked exactly like Samantha, even down to the freckle on her left breast just above the nipple, walked into the bedroom with a miniscule towel around her waist, but nothing covering her breasts.

“Hey cutie!” The new girl announced, before pulling Jessica towards her and giving her a full-on French kiss.

Absolutely startled, Jessica mewled her question around the tongue invading her mouth at Samantha.

Samantha tossed her hands in the air and growled out: “Meet Sam. My Dirty Double. My least favorite punishment.”

“Ah sweetie, don’t say that!” Sam pulled back from kissing Jessica just lost enough to reach out and tweak Samantha’s left nipple through the bandeau top, prompting a swat of her hand from Samantha. “O-o-o-h, harder baby!” Sam crooned.

Flabbergasted, Jessica could only gasp in shock as Sam pushed and followed Jessica onto the bed and started to pinch and grope her breasts, sliding a knee up between her legs, triggering the belt to go into overdrive again. “Mmmmphhhh!” Jessica cried out towards Samantha, desperately seeking help, since given the position her ropes had put her in, Jessica couldn’t get any leverage to free herself from the sudden ravages of someone who looked exactly like her friend.