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Jessica had no idea how much time had passed.All she knew was vibration, drool, and heat.
Somewhere between the second and third orgasm, she’d stopped counting.
Somewhere between the pain and the pleasure, she’d stopped thinking.

Her legs had buckled ages ago — the strain in her shoulders screamed with every shift, but her soaked pussy wouldn’t stop twitching. Her body didn’t know whether to moan or collapse.She barely registered it anymore when Pinky shocked her nipples.
She just twitched, sobbed, and whimpered through the gag. A used-up little plaything.

But Pinky?
She wasn’t done having fun.She’d been watching Jess for a while now. Smiling.And when a curious student wandered to the back, blinking wide-eyed at the strange, wet moans echoing from the archives — Pinky didn’t send him away.
Oh no.

She smiled ~
And crooked her finger ~

Soon there were two boys standing beside Jessica.
And she didn’t even notice.They touched her.
Slow at first — uncertain — then bolder.
Their hands slid over her trembling body. Over her glistening thighs, her quivering ass, her swollen, overstimulated folds.One of them spat on her ass and rubbed it in with his fingers, humming at the way she flinched and whimpered like a broken toy.
Then his hand slid between her legs, found the vibrating egg deep inside her soaked slit — and pushed.Jessica gasped.
Her knees gave out.
She didn’t even see who was touching her. She couldn’t.“What the fuck is happening—”
“I’m not here. I’m not here. This isn’t real—”But it was.The other boy stepped in, gave her tits a few rough smacks before moving down, dragging his nails along her latex-wrapped thighs.
Then: a sharp slap to her ass.
Then another.
And another.Jessica cried out. Loud. Her whole body shook like she was being shocked again — but this time it was just her own system melting down.The boys laughed.She didn’t.She was too far gone to know how.

Pinky watched from the side, arms crossed, smirking.“That’s enough, boys,” she said sweetly, like a teacher finishes the lecture.
“And hey — let’s keep this our little secret, yeah?”She mimed a zipper at her lips.
The boys nodded.
They left with huge grins and very obvious boners — walking back into the main room like they might never recover.Pinky chuckled.“Yeah, those two won’t be learning anything else today.”She turned back to her mess of a librarian.
Jessica hung there, limp, twitching, drooling down her chin in heavy, wet globs.
Her eyes fluttered. Her breasts jolted with each breath. Her thighs twitched like the orgasms were still rippling through her.“Poor Jess-pet,” Pinky whispered.
“You’re not even with us anymore, huh?”She reached for the remote.
Click. Vibrators off.
Then, slowly, she grabbed the rope — and loosened it.Jessica fell like a ragdoll.Splat.
Right into the wet puddle she’d made.
Her latex-clad legs sprawled. Her cheeks stuck to the cold floor. Her ass still twitching, her nipples still spasming with leftover static.She didn’t even try to move.Just lay there.
Gagged. Leaking. Lost.Pinky crouched beside her, patted her soaked cheek with one hand.“You did so good, pet.”
“And you’re just getting started.”She licked her lips.“God, I almost envy you.”She looked over back to the main room — thoughtful.“Maybe I’ll invite those two to my dorm later. They’ve got potential.”
She giggled.
“But right now? It’s just you and me again…”Pinky stood, cracked her knuckles, and gave Jessica’s ass one last slow stroke.Jessica twitched, but didn’t even open her eyes.

Jessica was barely conscious when she heard the zipper.That fucking gym bag again.Pinky was humming.
Casual. Cheerful.
Like this was a picnic and not the complete and utter destruction of someone’s dignity.“Let’s see what we still have for you, Jess-pet~” she giggled.With a metallic clank, Pinky tossed two heavy golden cuffs in Jessica’s direction — one for the ankles, one for the wrists.
They crashed to the floor right in front of her drooling, glassy-eyed face.She blinked slowly. Her head lolled. The cuffs looked big. Cold. Unforgiving.And she knew — without question — they were for her.

Pinky knelt beside her like she was helping a friend put on jewelry.She undid the leather belt binding Jessica’s thighs and effortlessly slid her limp legs into the gleaming ankle shackles.
CLICK.
Tight. No wiggle room.
They didn’t even try to be gentle.“God, look at that fit,” Pinky smirked, running a hand slowly up Jess’s trembling legs.
“Not even a millimeter to move in there.”Two quick slaps echoed off her bare ass.Jessica flinched. She was definitely coming back to reality now.But too late.

Pinky moved to her arms next.
She undid the red rope — slow, playful — then folded Jessica’s wrists behind her back and locked them in place with the second pair of golden cuffs.CLICK.
Just as tight.
Just as merciless.Jessica let out a breathy moan, the cold metal biting into her skin.She tried to wriggle.
Tried to protest.
Even tried to form words behind her soaked gag.“Mmfph— P-pink— mmph! Pleaf— I hihn’t— fuft lef me gof—”Pinky tilted her head. Then laughed.“Aww, pet. I can’t understand a single word of that nonsense.”
She shook her head, her high ponytail bouncing cheerfully behind her.
“But damn, you’re cute when you beg.”She reached under Jessica’s armpits and hoisted her up. Jess stumbled, wobbled, tried to regain her balance — which was hard when your legs were fused together in steel and your arms didn’t work.Pinky just watched her struggle.
Amused. Smiling like it was a private ballet just for her.

Then Pinky turned. Bent. Dug into her bag again.This time she pulled out a golden leash.Jessica’s eyes snapped open.
And she was afraid of what she saw.No. No no no—
She wouldn’t. She wouldn’t dare—“You look surprised,” Pinky teased, dangling it from her fingers.
“Didn’t think you’d earn this today, huh?”Jessica whimpered, backing slightly into the bookshelf — but there was nowhere to go.Pinky approached slowly, chain swinging in her hand like a pendulum of doom.“Awww, Jess-pet. You’re trembling!” she said with mock concern.
“What, not excited for our little field trip?”Jessica screamed into her gag. Or tried to.
Her eyes welled up again — not just with pain, but fear.Pinky got right up in her face.
Grabbed the collar.
Pulled her close.
Kissed the gag.Then… she licked her tears.
Tasted her sweat.
Collected spit in her mouth……and spat it directly into Jessica’s wide, helpless face.It dripped down her nose, clung to her lashes, glued her right eye half shut.Jessica shook, gagged, whimpered — but couldn’t stop her own body from twitching with shameful arousal.“Oh, sweetie. You really are mine now, huh!?”Pinky grabbed one of the electro-clamps and yanked it hard, making Jess’s knees buckle and her back arch with a pained groan.“Time to go,” Pinky whispered in her ear.
“I have a great idea, you work here, right?!”She clipped the leash to the collar.
Gave it a playful tug.
And turned on her heel.Jessica had no choice but to hop after her — stuttering, clanking, gagged and cuffed and dripping from every hole like the obedient little pet she’d become.

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Okay.
Let’s get one thing straight.Jessica knew this was dumb.

Like… seriously dumb.
Tying herself up in the back row of the library — half naked, with literal bells on her tits?
Yeah. Dumb.

But holy shit, it was hot.

There was something about this dusty old corner — rows of forgotten books, zero foot traffic, and just enough cover to get very naughty.Jessica had started calling it her shelfbondage zone ~ a name that made her giggle and squirm every time.

Today’s setup?
A personal masterpiece.Tight latex leggings — the kind that wrapped around her ass so tight, she had to stop herself from spanking it every time she passed a mirror.God, I’d fuck me ..she thought, biting her lip.Top pulled up, tits barely out, nipples clamped and jingling with every heartbeat.
Bells on her wrists. Bells on her ankles.
All setup to betray her at the tiniest twitch.And of course, chains.
Wrist cuffs snapped to a hook in the ceiling — Ice lock ready to release her after 30 minutes.
Just enough time for one delicious, risky little session."Thirty minutes," she whispered to herself, licking her lips.
“No cumming. No noise. No getting caught. Easy, right? Just a little harmless heart-racing, panty-soaking shelf fun, you got this slut..”Yeah. Sure.

The second she hung there — toes barely touching the ground, thighs trembling, arms held straight and steady — she was soaked.Her heartbeat was pounding in her ears. Her breathing came shallow. Every part of her screamed "bad idea", but her pussy said "do it anyway."Because deep down, Jessica didn’t just like the danger.
She craved it.The thought that someone could walk by, hear a jingle, peek around the shelf and see her — displayed like the pervy slut she was — made her stomach flutter and her cunt throb."Okay… just don’t move too much," she thought, trying to stop her hips from bucking.
"If they find you, you’re screwed. Literally. Hopefully not. Maybe. Oh god—"But thirty minutes later…She looked up.
And froze.The ice hadn’t melted.
At all."Wait. What the actual fuck—?"She squinted, eyes darting to the source of the problem.The air vent.
Blowing directly onto the damn ice block.Her stomach dropped."Oh. My. God. I'm stuck. I’m actually stuck. Like, for hours. Maybe days?! Fuck me!"She tugged — chains rattled.
Her tits bounced — jingle.
Her legs shook — jingle jingle."Shut up, shut up, shut up!" she hissed internally.But it was no use.Even breathing too hard made the bells tattle on her.

Then… footsteps.Not distant.
Getting closer.Jessica went stiff.
She held her breath.
She clenched every muscle, eyes wide, sweat running down her back."No, no, please not now—"10 seconds.
20.
30.They were right there.
Maybe one row away."Ohmygodohmygodohmygod—"40 seconds.
Her lungs screamed.
Her legs trembled.
Her boobs swayed slightly — ding-ding — and that was it.She snapped.Her mouth flew open, gasping for air.
Her whole body jolted.
Chains rattled. Bells went nuts. She looked like a pervy Christmas decoration that got way too excited.The footsteps stopped.“Jessica?!”Shit.She knew that voice.She dreaded that voice.Around the corner peeked… PinkyCrab.Her classmate.
Her rival.
Her fucking worst-case scenario.Pinky blinked. Then grinned.Jessica went crimson from head to toe."Why her? Why not literally anyone else?! The dean, the weird janitor, even that pimply nerd from the chess club — I'd take anyone over her! Oh god… not Pinky… anyone but Pinky!"Pinky stepped closer, arms crossed, eyes glinting.“Well well well… what have we here?”Jessica whimpered."Say something! Laugh! Untie me! Pretend you didn’t see this!"But Pinky didn’t laugh.She just tilted her head… slowly.“You know,” she purred, “I was gonna go study. But this? This is way more fun.”Jessica’s heart stopped."No. No no no—she’s not gonna help me."
"She’s gonna leave me here. Or worse…"Oh, she was right.
PinkyCrab wasn’t here to help.
PinkyCrab had plans.Plans that didn’t involve mercy.
Or pants.
Or silence.

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