Struggle against malik

Panic surged as Malik gripped the leash, his towering frame looming over you. You twisted, pulling against the collar, the frilly pink dress catching on your thighs. The diaper crinkled loudly, the “Crestwood’s Pet” label a humiliating beacon. “Please, no,” you gasped, but Malik’s chuckle was deep and unyielding. “Feisty, huh?” he said, effortlessly scooping you up. Before you could react, he hoisted you over his shoulder, your dress flipping up to expose the diaper fully. The crowd roared with laughter, phones flashing as you kicked helplessly, the chastity cage jolting with each step.

Emma clapped, delighted. “Perfect, Malik! Let’s show everyone our pet’s new trick.” Riley kept filming, narrating, “Off to the dorm for more training!” Your face burned as Malik carried you through the hallway, his strong grip a reminder of your powerlessness. The students followed, chanting “Crestwood’s Pet” as you were paraded, your submission to their interracial dominance undeniable. The dorm door loomed ahead, promising more shame.