Sam meets her extras

Sam walked to her new class, mind adrift. How was she supposed to act as a 'Damsel in distress'? What did that even mean?

She made a bit of a ruckus as she walked into class, but the teacher barely even noticed. He was very old, and frequently put on educational videos to watch instead of teaching so he could take naps.

There was an empty seat, so she made her way over and sat down. Glancing around at the class, she didn't see anything too unusual. She recognized a few girls in the class as people she and her friends had messed with, but it wasn't like they would do anything.

In fact, the girl wearing glasses beside her was shaking like a leaf. Samantha barely recognized her face, but obviously she had done something to her. Grinning, she leaned back in her chair. Finally, she felt like she was back in control.

"What's the matter, girlie? Scared?"

She shook her head no, still shaking.

"There's no need to be afraid. I don't bite... unless I need to." The girl wouldn't even meet Sam's eyes. Scanning the room, Sam noticed the girl with pigtails on the other side of her looking at her with fiery eyes. Someone who hadn't fully lost their fight. Sam needed to cement that this was her class, now. She couldn't be mean, but surely she could work around that. It wasn't mean to ask for a favor, was it?

"Hey, my shoelaces came undone. Tie them for me." Samantha kicked out her legs, putting them on the edge of the other girls desk, kicking some dirt over her papers in the process. She expected Pigtails to try to push them away, or fight back verbally. Instead, the girl dutifully tied her shoelaces.

Maybe there wasn't any fight left in her after all.

Samantha pulled her feet back down when she was done, not bothering to look at her shoes.

[Damsels in distress are bound. +1]

The sudden thought made her jump. What?

Looking down, she saw that the bitch had tied her shoelaces together. She rolled her eyes, kicking her feet back onto the other girls desk.

"Maybe you misunderstood me the first time. Tie. My. Fucking. Shoes."

The girl stared at her with pure defiance, crossing her arms. But Sam saw her flickering gaze going out across the classroom, looking for backup. Everyone was keeping their heads down or looking forwards, a perfect sign for her.

Sam recognized Pigtails type. She would act tough, but break down as soon as she targeted someone else. They were too noble for their own good.

She reached down to untie her laces. Glasses was about to be in for a world of hurt, courtesy of Pigtails...

[Damsels in distress cannot save themselves.]

Sam's hands stopped moving. She flinched a bit. This was a restricted action?! Untying her fucking shoelaces?

Anxiously, Sam slammed her feet down on Glasses's desk.

"Are you interested in making the same mistake Pigtails did over there?" Sam tried to sound threatening, but there was a slight tremor in her voice, and she knew as soon as she spoke that people had noticed. Things weren't going the way she wanted.

Glasses's shaking subsided a bit. She glanced over at Pigtails, who gave her a big thumbs up. Steeling her nerves, Glasses reached over and pushed Sam's legs off her desk.

"Now that's a mistake if I've ever seen one," Sam said. Inwardly, she was cringing. Everyone was watching her now, waiting to see how she would lash out at the girl next to her. They knew Sam as a bully, a girl who would be ruthless if you crossed her.

The girl who was meekly sitting in her chair, not bothering to untangle her shoelaces from eachother, did not match their memory of the girl. Several people in the class who had been targeted by Sam and her friends were sharing glances and whispering now. Sam started to sweat a little bit, but what was she supposed to do? She couldn't be mean! She was already sure she was at the limit of what she could do!

Frustrated, Sam turned back to the front, leaving people whispering about her change of attitude. Pigtails swelled with pride, full of the knowledge that you could stand up to bullies.

You would be dead right now if it weren't for that fucking genie, you bitch.

Trying to block out the whispers aorund her, Sam focused on the video playing. It was something to do with math, and she lost interest instantly.

As the class went on, thoughts popped into Sam's head every once in a while.

[Damsels in distress are bound. +1]

[Damsels in distress are bound. +1]

It seemed to be around every ten minutes. Looking at her wrist, she didn't even seem to be at 1%. But then again, all that had happened were her shoelaces being tied together.

Sam put her head down on her desk in boredom. Why was she even in this class? Was the schedule just some stupid joke by the genie?

She made eye contact with Pigtails by accident, who quickly gave a smug smile. Sam broke eye contact immideately, seething.

I can't let this bitch lord over me like this. I need to get more points.

When class ended, Sam shuffled out of the room quickly, trying and failing to escape the attention other people were giving her. Making her way to her locker, she grabbed her gym shoes and took the laces out of them. It was her next class, and she usually sat out, so it shouldn't be a problem. She made to tie herself up a bit more, then hesitated. She didn't really want to get stuck in this...

A giggle as someone walked past. It was Pigtails again.

Sam's mind was made up in an instant. Wrapping the lace around her wrists, she tied her hands together in front of her. She did it loosely enough that she could bump into someone and have them knock it off her hands, but they were 'tied'. She shuffled towards her next class again, hoping it would impact her point gain.

She was rewarded within moments.

[Damsels in distress are bound. +3]

That's still not going to be anywhere near enough. What else does this fucking maid want me to do?"

[Damsels in distress are bound. +3]

Sam had made it to the changeroom, and needed to find an easy mark to knock the loose string off her hands, and maybe untie her laces as well. Shuffling in, Sam stopped in her tracks.

She recognized the girls staring at her. Most of them played on the woman's basketball team. Sam tried to shuffle backwards out of the class, but she bumped into someone behind her. It was the captain of the team, with a big smile on her face.

"Where are you going, friend? You're all alone for once!"

"Nowh- I was just, um, I forgot my shoes, so I-"

"Whoa, no need to be so nervous!" The captain said, punctuating her statement with a hand on her shoulder. "We're all friends here, right? We've got the same taste in men, apparently." The grin on her face contrasted the coldness of her eyes. Sam had never really realized how tall and muscular the woman's basketball team was until now.

"Oh! You mean your boyfriend? I'm sorry, I didn't realize he was taken!" Samantha tried with a fake giggle.

"Oh, you didn't know he was taken? Hear that girls? She didn't know! We can't blame her. It's not like I told you, and my friends told you, and my boyfriend told you, and then you tried to spread rumors about how I was sleeping with the whole basketball team. No big deal. Water under the bridge, as they say."

Sam held her hands out placatingly. "I-I'm in a relationship now. Listen, I'm -"

The captain grabbed her wrists with surprising speed. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?"

[Damsels in distress are bound and in trouble. +10]

"Um, I-"

"I heard about your showing in class earlier. Not so tough anymore, are you? Found someone who taught you the joys of getting tied up? This looks like self inflicted work."

Sam tried to say something in her defense, about how she had to do this. But she wasn't allowed to tell other people about the things happening to her. Her brain froze up in fear, and she swallowed instead.

"You can only get so far on your own. But we can help you out!"

As she spoke, the captain grabbed the ends of the laces around her wrist and pulled them tight, then knotted them a few more times for good measure. There was no chance of Sam getting them knocked off now. Strong arms brought her towards the shower as she tried to shuffle, then was dragged. She tried to wiggle free, but didn't make a move of protest.

[Damsels in distress cannot save themselves.]

"Don't you dare! Stop this!"

Sam was forcibly compliant as they pulled her hands up. A teammate handed the captain a length of jump rope from the gym, and they tied one end tightly to one of the taller showerheads, and the other to the shoelaces around her wrists. Sam wasn't tall enough to reach the showerhead on the best of days; the length of rope gave her just enough room to put her feet flat on the ground, arms high abover her head.

"You're so screwed," a panicked voice said. "When my Dad finds out about this-"

"IF your Dad finds out about this. And if he, or anyone else, somehow does find out about this, we're going to be having a nice, long chat. She seems to be begging for more, girls."

That was all the warning Sam got before someone yanked down her skirt, leaving her standing there in just her crop top, thigh highs, panties and shoes. Her shoes were next to go, someone finally untying the laces for her, earning her feet their freedom and a loss of points.

A second jump rope came out, and they tied this one in a loop around the showerhead and tucked it under her leg, pulling one of Sam's knee's high up into the air. She wasn't flexible enough to straighten out her leg and slip free, so she was left standing on one foot, arms above her head.

Sam's phone dinged as she was trussed up. The captain pulled it out of her pocket, chuckled, and put it on the ledge by the shower, just below the reach of the girl.

Bending over to stay at eye level with the girl, the captain gave a huge fake sigh. Sam was boiling with rage, unable to contain her emotions.

"Alright, anything to say to me before we head off to class?"

"Go to fucking hell, you skank."

"That's about what I thought. Let's bring out the behaviour corrector."

A pink pill vibrator was pulled out of the captain's bag. Sam paled.

"Wait, I didn't mean that! I'm sorry, I didn't mean it!"

"Too little, too late, bitch."

The captain pushed her fingers down Sam's panties, fumbling the vibrator around before pressing it deep into Sam's pussy. Sam stayed perfectly still the entire time, letting the girl do as she pleased.

"What setting do we want girls, random, edging, or max power?"

They took a vote while Sam tried to plead, reason, and threaten them in equal measure.

"Alright, max power it is!"

Sam gasped as the sensation flared with little warning. How could such a little thing produce such power? All the girls stood there watching her for a few moments as she clenched her teeth, fighting back gasps. The captain stood in front of her as a moan slipped out of Sam's mouth.

"Look at this dumb slut, masturbating in the woman's changeroom. Take plenty of pictures, folks. But first..."

The captain reached over Sam's crop top, grabbing her nipples as Sam yelped, and pulled her breasts over the top of her shirt, visible to anyone who entered, and to the numerous cameras flashing. Sam turned her head away, only for some people to move where she was looking, making sure to get her face in the photo as she clenched her teeth.

"Alright, we've gotta get to class. Remember," the captain muttered, grabbing Sam's chin with her hand, "If anyone asks, this was your idea. Or else." Putting the remote for the vibrator on top of Sam's phone, the girls walked out of the room, leaving Sam alone with the vibrator.

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

As soon as they were out of sight, Sam thrashed her hands, trying to grab at either her phone or the remote for the vibrator. She yanked and tried her hardest; they had placed it close to her, but no matter how far she stretched and pulled against the rope, it stayed just a few inches out of reach.

Sam gasped for breath from exertion as much as pleasure. The vibrator was no joke at max power. She closed her eyes for a second as pleasure ran through her, and then she focused on trying to get out again.

Wiggling around, she almost lost her balance, steadying herself at the last second. She didn't want to yank the showerhead off and be stuck getting doused with water while this was happening.

As her moans grew, Sam looked down, trying to find something the girls had missed. All she saw was an embarassingly large wet spot standing out prominently against her white panties, and her pink skirt sitting around her foot below her. Her eyes widened as she realized what was about to happen as she felt herself getting pushed over the edge. She took one attempt to try to kick her skirt further away from her before she came, moaning like crazy and spilling through her thin panties directly onto her skirt. Her eyes rolled back as she hung from the shower, momentarily losing strength in her one leg as juices slid down it, seeping into her thigh highs.

Sam tried to rally, looking again for some way to get out of her predicament. She thrust her hips, trying to shake the vibrator down lower, but it didn't change anything. Balanced awkwardly, she tried to use her heel to push on her stomach, but it didn't do anything. Sam's one leg flexed and buckled as the vibrator continued to pleasure her.

Sam was still sensitive from her last orgasm when the second one hit. Again, she yanked against the rope as she lost strength in her knee, and again, liquid seeped out of her as she tried to hold her pleasure back as much as possible. She was a bit more ready for it this time, but her skirt still got dirtied again. When she could string a coherent thought together again, she glanced towards the change room door. Thankfully, it was closed. Anyone walking by might have difficulty hearing her. Anyone walking in, however, would definetely hear.

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

Sam's brain lagged for a few seconds, and then realized that only ten minutes had passed since the girls had left her. It was an hour long class.

Sam gave up on trying to hold back her moans, cursing and gasping as the vibrator tormented her. She was actually grateful her tits were hanging out; shameful as it might look, it was better than her rock-hard nipples chafing against her crop top. Her shirt was quickly becoming stained with sweat, so the shirt wouldn't have preserved her modesty for much longer, anyways.

As time wore on, it became more and more difficult for Sam to keep track of what was happening. She lost track of how many times she came after the 4th... or maybe 5th? The points came in sporadically, her only notice that time had passed.

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

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

Somewhere between her 8th and 9th orgasm, she noticed a mirror. A sweat soaked, bondage-loving whore with her tits out stared back at her, panties damp with her own juices. Sam came shamefully as she watched herself.

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

She hoped that at some point, ego be damned, that someone would enter the changeroom and have mercy on her. But no one entered for the entire class. She hoped that at some point, she would get a bit numb to the sensations and endless pleasure that were surging though her, but she just didn't.

Sam's most powerful orgasm yet hit her, and she moaned out loudly, not even hearing the sound of the door open. As she sagged from the showerhead, mean laughter caught her ear. The girls had come back in to change. She would have blushed further if it were possible, but her cheeks were already as red as they could get.

She gasped for breath, trying to find the energy to beg for forgiveness and say she was sorry, even if she didn't mean it. Some girls took photos, and a few of them even took selfies while holding her chin up or touching her breasts, but most of them just ignored her, chatting and showering like nothing was out of the ordinary.

As the girls finished up and Sam came yet again, failing to hold back her moans, the captain came back over and pressed a button on Sam's phone before grabbing her by the chin again.

"Enjoyed my little toy, did you? I'm not touching that shit ever again, so you better bring me $100 to replace it tomorrow."

The captain walked out, the last person to leave, calling over her shoulder as she left.

"I hope you learned a bit of a lesson here. If you didn't, don't worry! I'm sure I'll have plenty of chances to teach it to you."

The door slammed close as Sam was left there, cumming pathetically yet again.