Seize the opportunity

Einamina stumbles out of the lecture hall, her unbound breasts bouncing and jiggling with each anguished step. Tears of frustration and humiliation streak down her flushed cheeks as she tries in vain to cover herself with her bound arms. She is almost oblivious to the stares and snickers of her fellow students, her mind consumed by the maddening itch that refuses to abate.

With her hands bound and mouth gagged, she's incapable of casting any magic, but who knows how long that will be the case. Magister Thornweave's spells will probably soon fade, and you decide to press your advantage while you can- you want this to be a decisive victory, certain (perhaps foolishly) that if you can humiliate her enough here, she won't dare seek vengeance against you later.

As she navigates the crowded hallway, you approach her with a smug, shit-eating grin plastered across your face. Einamina's glare turns to you, her cyan eyes flashing with a mixture of outrage and desperation. She realizes with dawning understanding and fury that you must be the one who sabotaged her bra, the cause of her current predicament.

"Need a hand?" you ask, your voice dripping with false concern and amusement. Before she can respond, you reach out and grasp one of her heaving, itching breasts. Einamina lets out a strangled moan around the gag, a sound that is half outrage and half relief as your touch temporarily relieves the unbearable sensation.

You can feel the heat radiating from her skin, the soft, pliant flesh yielding beneath your fingers as you grope and squeeze. Einamina squirms in your grip, her body instinctively pressing into your touch even as her mind screams at her to flee. The sensation of your groping offers some relief from the incessant, unbearable tickling, and she leans into you despite herself, her conscious mind overridden by her body's overwhelming desire to find any relief from the itching.

Around you, the hallway erupts in shocked gasps and scandalized whispers. Students stop and stare, their eyes wide with disbelief at the lewd scene unfolding before them as the rush of people between classes stalls to view the spectacle. There must be at least forty people viewing the scene- the hallways at the academy are broad things, with marble floors and detailed murals of great magical workings of ages past, presently ignored in favor of the much more lascivious sight of jiggling elf tits.

Einamina's face flushes even redder, blood rushing to her cheeks in response to both her rage and mortification. Not only is she exposed in public, not only are her hands bound behind her head and her mouth gagged, not only do her poor breasts itch like a thousand pieces of sandpaper are running across them, but you, the impudent, lowly intruder to her life, are behind it all and laying your hands on her. You decide to see if you can't amp her up even more.

"I never knew you were such an exhibitionist Einamina, you really like this don't you? Being tied up in public, having your breasts played with by a human?" You cast a soothing cantrip on your hands as you say this, and for a moment the relief from the itching your ministrations provide is enough to make her shut her eyes and sigh in relief- until she processes what you just said, whereupon her face goes even redder and she thrashes against your grip, to no avail.

Some of the students, mostly elves, look horrified. Others, particularly Einamina's former rivals and those who had suffered under her haughty superiority (mostly orcs and humans), watch with barely concealed glee and schadenfreude. Students stifle giggles at seeing their bully brought so low, and that minority of students who might have come to her rescue is too cowed by seeing what you've done to the greatest of their faction. An orc student leans over to her human friend and whispers, "I remember when she cursed me to crawl on all fours through the halls barking in my bra and panties. I guess she finally picked on someone who could fight back". A trio of elven nobles in the corner argue quietly, looking away when you turn your gaze upon them.

No one moves to help her- St. Augustine takes a liberal view of 'disagreements' between students, giving them wide leeway to curse and prank each other with magic as long as no lasting physical harm is done. Einamina has long taken advantage of this policy to torment and humiliate anyone unlucky enough to draw her ire. "I guess someone had to get the better of her eventually" the orc's friend replies, "she's made enough enemies over the years".

You lean in close to Einamina's ear, your voice a mocking whisper that only she can hear. "This is what you get for that magical wedgie you gave me last night," you hiss, your breath hot against her skin. "Now who's exposed and indecent?"