Hazel the Knight in Shining Armor

[Damsels in distress are bound and tormented. +40]

Sam's only companion was her own thoughts, informing her of the points coming in. The girls had left long ago, leaving her tied up once again.

Finally, she heard the door open.

"Sam? What are you doing?"

Hazel stood there, looking shocked. Sam wasn't even that upset it was her.

"Hazel! Untie me!"

Rushing over, Hazel worked on the knots. She untied Sam's leg first, letting her put two feet on the ground.

"What happened?! Who did this to you?!"

Sam was going to tell her; maybe something good would come out of it. But as she watched Hazel fumble with the knots around her wrist, she caught sight of the tally mark sitting on her forearm. If she told Hazel about the other girls bullying her, Hazel would surely get upset. And one of her chances to resist would dissapear. With a date looming over her later that day, Sam needed all the chances she could get.

"I did this. To myself," Sam spoke through clenched teeth. "But I got stuck."

Hazel's hands slowed. "You did?"

"The knots, Hazel!"

"Oh, right!"

Sam's hands were finally pulled free. Stumbling slightly from the lack of muscle usage, she grabbed her phone and reached for the remote, only to bend at the knees from another wave of pleasure.

[Damsels in distress cannot save themselves.]

[Damsels in distress thank their saviours. -100]

Giving up on her attempts to grab the remote, Sam looked at her wrist in shock. The line around her wrist went from being around 15% complete to around 10%.

"Thank you for saving me!" Sam shouted, hoping to reverse the change.

[Damsels in distress thank their saviours. +1]

"Oh, you know, no big deal or whatever. I guess you set up that text to message me after a certain amount of time, huh?"

"...Yeah!"

"Cool." Hazel's eyes were fixed on Sam's tits. She made as if to cover them up, then stopped, letting Hazel get an eyeful. She stood there, squirming under her gaze instead. After a few moments, Sam couldn't take it anymore, crossing her legs and crouching down to try to stop the pleasure.

"Hazel, get the remote for me, please!" Sam pointed to where it was.

She grabbed it, looking at the settings on it.

"Wow, max power?"

Sam moaned in response. Hazel stared at her in awe.

"Please!"

"Oh, right!" Hazel turned the vibrator off at last.

Sam gasped for breath, sticking a hand down her panties to try to remove the vibrator.

[Damsels in distress cannot save themselves.]

Fuck!

"Where's the... you know..." Hazel made her hand into a fist and imitated a vibrator.

Sam gave a fake smile. "Can you help pull it out for me?"

Hazel swallowed. "Yeah, of course!"

Standing in front of the girl, Hazel reached her hand under Sam's panties, and began to slide a huge finger into her pussy. Sam covered her mouth, blushing bright red as her sensitive pussy made her moan instantly. Seeing her reaction, Hazel smiled a bit, moving her finger a little more than necessary.

"Sam, I-"

"Don't worry babe, almost got it. Need a second finger to get a grip, though..."

"Wait-"

Another finger slid into her pussy as Sam moaned again, leaning against the wall for support. Wrapping her fingers around the toy, Hazel pulled it out quickly, the violent motion sending Sam over the edge again. Hazels fingers came out soaked as Sam moaned like a slut.

[Damsels in distress are tormented. +10]

"Th-Thanks..."

[Damsels in distress thank their saviours. +1]

"No problem!" Hazel was like a puppy, happy to be needed. She practically bounced around the room, grabbing Sam's clothing and helping her put it on. Shame filled Sam as she pulled the soaked skirt back around her waist, the scent smellable from a distance.

Hazel grabbed Sam's hand in an iron grip. "Come on! Let's go eat!"

And she walked out of the room, while Sam practically sprinted to keep up with her long strides.