Scarlett's still in a revealing outfit

The busty woman reappeared in a different alleyway, exhausted, having teleported multiple times in the last hour.

"DAMN IT!" She kicked the ground in her black leather ankle boot, causing her unsupported breasts to jiggle. She reminded herself that the sooner she was past this curse, she sooner she could hunt down the couple and the silly girl that put her in this predicament.

She called Hugo and organised a ride back to her house, from which she could hatch a plan.

She calculated than she was about 7 orgasms away from freedom but three from decency, and figured that she was probably best off calling some old acquaintances and seeing if they were interested in a booty call.

The nervous knock at the door told Scarlett everything that she needed to know - Jess was here, timid as ever in her presence. Scarlett opened the door and Jess's eyes bulged as she took in Scarlett's uncharacteristic outfit. Before she could say a word (particularly one that would make Scarlett's outfit worse) Scarlett magicked a gag into Jess's mouth, taking her by surprise. Scarlett gestured for her to enter and closed the door behind her.

Jess followed Scarlett to the bedroom and lay on the bed as instructed.

"This is your lucky day!" Scarlett waved her hand. "For once, I'm going to make you cum."

Jess wondered what spell Scarlett could have cast for a moment before she felt herself sinking into the bed. She watched Scarlett lift a strap-on over her hips until the bedding obscured her vision. Engulfed, she could only move her hips and below, not that she minded the bondage.

The first orgasm was bliss, and so was the second. The stimulation through the third was starting to get too much, but she had no way to tell Scarlett but squeeze with her legs and try to push her away.

Unfortunately Scarlett, now back in the corset minidress she had left the house in, was still on her mission and didn't appreciate the impediment the legs were causing. Not missing a thrust, she waved her wrist and had ropes appear on the girl's knees and ankles, pulling them apart and getting them out of her way.

Jess tried to scream but knew she couldn't be heard through the marshmallow of bedding she was trapped in, and as much as she felt overstimulated, this is exactly the kind of sex she expected from Scarlett, and exactly the sex she enjoyed. All Scarlett could see, if she cared to look, was her trembling restrained legs.

Tired of thrusting, Scarlett sat on the bed and used her hand for the fourth orgasm.

Jess would be going blind from the stimulation if she could see anything but squishy bedding.

"That will do for now, sweetheart." Scarlett kissed the exposed leg and let Jess rest (but not free).

Meanwhile in the Dumpster:

Lilybeth felt the rough hands touching her exposed lower body and decided it was time to take it up a notch.

She started kicking with all the **** she could muster, and banging the sides of the dumpster as hard as she can. She didn't know what was happening, but she knew she definitely made aggressive contact with someone's shin.

It was a matter of time until bystanders started appearing, forcing the two scruffy men to scramble pretty quickly. Finally, she managed to catch a breath of non-dumpster air as someone lifted the lid to check on her.

"Are you ... what happened?!" He asked, as confused as anyone would be.

She almost laughed. "Can you sort out my clothes out there first please?!"

"Ahem, what clothes?" He climbed down to look around, to no avail.

They tried every lubricant they could find, pulling, pushing, jiggling. She was stuck fast, almost like she was part of the design of the dumpster. She figured that 'magic' wouldn't be a satisfactory explanation.

She listened from inside her disgusting prison as someone outside called the fire department. She waited for someone to arrive with the metal cutting equipment, occasionally trying to call out for someone to at least find a blanket for her, but everyone was so preoccupied by the news van arriving, nobody heard her pleas.

She listened, back stuck in its arched position, as a news anchor stood next to her bare ass, reporting on her predicament and a team of firemen surrounded her, organising their equipment. She reflected on how this could be somehow more humiliating than the night before.

All of a sudden, everything went quiet, despite some kind of commotion outside the dumpster. "Can someone please tell me what's going on?!" She yelled into the abyss of trash.