Rude Awakening (Tiffany's POV)

Buzzing.

What was that?

Tiffany’s mind came back to consciousness slowly – her senses awakening at different speeds as her **** addled brain tried to make sense of the information it was receiving.

Buzzing.

She couldn't work out if it was a sound or a feeling?

She felt warm, and safe in a way, her body was washed with a pleasurable sense of calm. No. Not calm, pleasure... Arousal. It took her a moment to recognise it, like waking from a sexy dream, her body was fired up.

She tried move her arms, but she couldn’t. She tried to move her legs, but she couldn’t. She could just about wriggle her fingers and toes, but even her feet felt numb, or held somehow, like her limbs weren’t responding to her at all.

And yet the warmth, her arousal, it kept her calm and soothed. That she couldn’t move didn’t set off any alarms yet, because her mind was pre-occupied with other things… like feeling good...

Buzzing.

What was that?

Tiffany rolled her hips and sighed. Or she tried to, instead she heard a muffled moan, and a squeak of pleasure. That was me.

Huh?

The Buzzing was louder now, and her heart rate started to increase to match.

Tiffany opened her eyes and blinked as she tried to understand what she was looking at. There were bright lights shining directly on her, which made it hard to see. There was something in front of her, a shape or a shadow that she couldn’t focus on, it was either too close or too far away, and her eyes didn’t know how to adjust. Through that haze she saw… the school hallway… the atrium near the gym, where the different halls met. The cafeteria entrance was to her left, the trophy cabinet was, wait...

Wait… where… the trophy cabinet should’ve been… was she inside the trophy cabinet?

She tried to move again to look around, but her body still wouldn’t respond.

Buzzing.

Tiffany tried to speak, only to realise there was something blocking her mouth. Something large, forcing her jaw open, her lips parted, her teeth digging into it. Her tongue pressed against the back of something rubbery but she couldn’t do anything to dislodge it.

“Mmmph?” She tried again, hearing her own muffled voice.

The raven haired girl started to panic, she felt her body heating up unwantedly and only now did she realise that the relentless buzzing she could hear and feel was coming from inside her. Between her legs, she could feel the unmistakable delicious hum of a vibrator in her pussy, humming away happily to itself.

Tiffany panicked, trying to move, to get the teasing thing away from her, but she couldn’t. Her arms and legs wouldn’t respond and it took her a moment to realise that as she could feel her hands behind her, and her feet were folded up beneath her, brought up to her ass.

She was bound.

Her heart rate increased as understanding flooded her mind. She was in the trophy cabinet, and she couldn’t get out.

Tiffany yelped into her gag again, her eyes widening as she realised the shadowy shape she was looking at was her own reflection on the glass of the cabinet door. Tiffany could only stare in mute horror as she realised what she looked like.

She was naked, balancing on her knees. Her legs were spread and bent double so that her feet were drawn up against her ass. Her arms were behind her, folded onto each other at the elbows like a box-tie in the small of her back. This had the effect of arching her body forwards, thrusting her breasts towards the glass and up, like they were being displayed to the bright lights shining on her.

The reason she couldn’t move from this position were the solid gold bands that wrapped around her. One at the top of either thigh, joined to one on each ankle, holding her feet in place, another two on her upper and lower arms, and another around her waist and neck like a high collar. Each was joined to the others with a set of small, but solid looking golden chains, which kept them from moving in any direction.

Beneath her, two golden poles ascended from a red velvet cushion that she was kneeling on, one ran the length of her back, locking to the bands around her ankles, forearms and neck, keeping her body upright and fully on display. The other disappeared into her bare pussy, the teasing vibrations between her legs making it shimmer and tremble constantly.

Tiffany’s raven black hair was pulled back into a high and taut ponytail, which was wrapped to a gold ring on a chain, holding her hair up towards the top of the cabinet. While her lips, ruby red and plump, were wrapped around a ball gag, covered by a golden plate and attached by chains that looped around her cheeks.

Tiffany thrashed uselessly in her bonds, the incessant buzzing between her legs made it hard to fight, and even harder to concentrate. She still wasn’t fully awake as she snorted through her nose, her breathing coming in faster and more panicked breaths as she realised she was being pushed closer and closer to an unwanted orgasm.

She tried to cry out for help… was this a dream? A nightmare? It felt too real… way too real… This was like her darkest fantasy brought into terrifying reality.

She’d been in cheerleading practise… and then… and then… what? Tiffany blinked, trying to focus, her body shuddering with pleasure as her toes curled and she arched her back even harder into her bonds.

“MMmmmph! Mmmmphhh!!” She moaned, franticly tossing her head from side to side, trying to wriggle free of her humiliating bondage or cry for help. But she couldn’t. From the corners of her eyes she realised she really was in the trophy case… surrounded by trophies of every shape and size, for every sport and competition... The cabinet she’d walked by every day for years was now her prison?!

She moaned, her panic growing, trying to move her hips only caused the vibrator to press more firmly into her. The subtle change to the buzzing caused Tiffany to snort again, her breath caught short as she shuddered, whimpered, and orgasmed.

It shook the cheerleader to her core, her body going weak, but her position unchanged, held as she was by the metal that constricted her.

Bleary eyed and cumming hard, Tiffany was only able to focus on the one detail she'd missed in her reflection; there was something written on her chest. The letters were backwards in the mirror, and she screamed into her gag as it took her a moment to realise what they said:

“Highschool Football - Champions Trophy”

She wailed, she thrashed, she cried, but she couldn't break free. She didn't know how she got in here, but somehow she knew who put her here: Jessica.