"Power-fantasy demon boyfriend."

“Okay, how did this happen?”

“Mmff,” mmffs Meg, in a huff. She and Sabrina are both tied to chairs in the dorm building lobby. Arms behind their backs, ropes carefully threaded under the chairs to attach their wrists to their ankles, legs parted to present their pussies to the busy room. More ropes squeeze their breasts. It’s impressive work.

You pull the panty-gag out of Meg’s mouth and give her a moment to sputter. “Quick,” she says, as soon as she’s able to get a word out. “Get me out of here! They’re going to come back!”

“But, Meg, the dark and ancient magic…”

“SITRI!”

“Haha, no, I’m only joking. I worked out how to nullify the dark ancient magic last night. Turns out all you need is a mandrake root. Who would have thought?” You snap your fingers, and Meg’s ropes unfasten. She leaps to her feet, to a chorus of disappointed boos from the students hanging out in the lobby, and grabs a cushion to cover herself with. “Sitri! Give me some clothes!”

“Fine.”

“Not like that!”

“Sorry,” you shrug. Meg looks pretty cute, pouting at you in her extra-short frilly pink princess dress. As a tomboy, of course, it’s exactly the kind of thing she hates wearing. “Out of mana. Spent it all yesterday defending you from the dark ancient magic.”

“Fine.” Meg puts her hands on her hips and glares at you. “I’m very disappointed in you, Sitri. You’re supposed to be my power-fantasy demon boyfriend. You’re not supposed to just disappear and let me get Hell Weeked! When we get upstairs, I’m giving you one hell of a spanking, and then I’m going to make you do gay stuff!”

“No you’re not.”

“Yes I am! You’re my ****, remember?”

“Check the contract again. You’ll find I can’t be spanked or made to do gay stuff. Why do you keep bringing that up, anyway?”

“I think it’s hot, obviously. Oh, no! Hide me! The frat boys are coming back!”

Three Deltas are tromping down the stairs of the dorm, carrying a very naked and squealing Cass between them. Two of them set her down on the chair and start effectively lashing her into place. The third says to you “Hey, man. That your girlfriend?”

“Yeah.”

“Sorry for leaving her naked and chairtied in the lobby, bro. We got their keys and we’re going around pranking all the Epsilon sorority girls. It’s a Delta thing.”

“I don’t mind at all. But Meg here isn’t actually in Epsilon Nu Phi. She failed the test. She’s still a pledge.”

“Bro, we had no idea! We’ll totally leave her out of all the pranks from now on, bro. What about that goth chick?”

“Yeah, she’s an Epsilon,” says Meg, peering out from behind you. “She joined last year. I didn’t even know about it.”

“Cool.” One of the Deltas is carefully writing ΕΝΦ SUX! ΔΩΜ ROX! In permanent marker across Cass’s heaving breasts. They stand up, dust off their hands, and march away, leaving the bodacious red-faced blonde to her humiliating fate. She’s stuck there, tied up naked in the well-trafficked lobby for everyone to see.

“Have any more girls coming?” you ask.

“Yeah, there’s a bunch more in this dorm block. You’d think sorority girls would all live together in one big house, but apparently Epsilon doesn’t work that way. Weird. Anyway, we’re going to grab as many of them as we can and leave them in prominent locations all around campus. Sort of like a panty raid, only better.”

“Can I offer a suggestion?”

“Sure!”

“You see this?” you say, taking a little vial out of your pocket. It’s full of a shimmering, glittering multicoloured powder. You remove the stopper, to which is attached a little brush, and begin to gently brush the powder over Sabrina’s clit, labia and nipples, making the goth girl’s eyes go wide as she hurls muffled insults at you through her gag. “Tickle-prickle powder.”

“What’s it do?”

Sabrina is shaking from side to side, writhing in her bonds, whole body trembling with constrained tension as the powder goes to work. “Exactly what you’d think,” you explain, handing the Delta the vial. “We extract it from spanked fairies. Comes from a long way away. Now, this bottle will never run out, and it’s hard to break, so all you need to do is not let it be stolen.”

“You’re just giving it to us? Thanks, man!”

“Don’t mention it.” The Delta is already enthusiastically applying the powder to Cass’s tits, making the blonde whimper. The other two come back down the stairs, carrying Parvati, the lithe Indian girl with the long dark ponytail. Fiona, her freckled Celtic girlfriend, whose ponytail is ginger, follows behind them in a towel, banging fruitlessly on the Delta’s strong shoulders and demanding they put Parvati down. “I can’t think of anyone who’d make better use of it.”

“You betcha. Hey, I gotta take this.”

“Sure.”

You watch as the Delta creeps up behind Fiona, grabs her towel and whisks it off her body in one smooth move, leaving her stark naked and still dripping wet from her shower in the middle of the busy lobby before an appreciative audience. Fiona squeals and tries to flee. The Delta grabs her arm.

“You know what?” says Meg, discreetly smoothing down the hem of her princess dress as the watches the Deltas bind Fiona and Parvati to their chairs, making sure the two girls are facing each other. “These guys are beginning to grow on me. Now let’s go upstairs. And don’t think I forgot about that gay stuff!”

“Yes, Meg. Whatever you say.”