"The bloodsuckers' unholy court."

“Violet gasped as the vampire soldiers ripped off her filmy chemise, leaving the bashful, innocent maiden to stand naked and trembling before the bloodsuckers’ unholy court. “Kneel,” commanded the Queen…”

THWACK.

Sabrina’s whole body shudders as the floating tawse lashes her crimson buttocks. She’s back in her itchy Vatican bondage sack, lying on her bed with her arms crossed under her breasts. Her ankles are tethered to a ceiling hook, holding her legs up and exposing her naked ass. The magic tawse wiggles in the air, counts to five, then spanks her again.

“LMMT MM GMMM!”

“Shh,” says the exact duplicate of Meg, rubbing her yellow-panty-clad ass in Sabrina’s face. “I want to hear where this is going.”

You and Meg made Sabrina watch as you hacked her computer, finding every piece of erotic fiction she’d ever guiltily masturbated to, and emailed a list of all of them from her personal account to the entire campus. Now, the third Meg on the dorm room TV is slowly reading them aloud to her, a hint of mockery in her voice, putting a teasing spin on the juiciest bits, as Sabrina stews in tightly crotchroped bondage. She hasn’t been allowed to cum in weeks.

“Violet knelt, cheeks blazing as she heard the nasty tittering from every shadowed corner of the court. She felt her buttocks tingle, shamefully exposed, as the Lord Tormentor stepped forth…”