Beg through the pacifier.

The evening light faded through the dorm window, casting long shadows as your muffled whimpers escaped the pacifier, the sleek black vibrator buzzing cruelly against the diaper. The frilly pink dress stuck to your trembling skin, its ruffles a humiliating frame around the “Crestwood’s Pet” label. The buttplug and chastity cage pulsed with your sobs, tears falling as Riley’s livestream broadcasted your shame. Emma’s grin turned vicious as she noticed a familiar figure at the door—your childhood crush, Sophie, her eyes wide with shock. The sight of her twisted the knife deeper.

Emma acted fast, snatching a tiara emblazoned with “Queen of Spades,” marking you in the QOS fetish of interracial submission. She **** it onto your head, then turned to Sophie. “He’s nothing now,” she sneered, nudging her toward Malik. His deep laugh echoed as he pulled Sophie into a kiss, the netorare searing your heart. “Let’s take this to the courtyard,” Emma declared, untying you only to drag you outside into the chilly night. The vibrator hummed louder, your cries echoing as students gathered.