This is my first post on this forum.
Warnings: My first language is not English. Sorry if I get things meesed up.
I use artificial intelligence to help me write. I just imagine some scenarios that would be interesting to me and I like to develop them. I hope others can have fun with the result.
Chapter 1: Introduction
Eight male friends receive complementary superpowers. All powers are tuned for erotic dominance: they make women overwhelmingly aroused, wet, and desperate while stripping or exposing them. They form a secret group and start using their gifts in public for thrill, teasing, and conquest.
Given Powers
• Alex (Pleasure Touch): He can make that any skin-to-skin contact floods the woman with intense, building pleasure or strong forced orgasms. After the touch, he can make a woman experience pleasure for up to an hour. He can also transmit his power to several other men at the same time for up to an hour.
• Ben (Erotic Dream Control): He can enter and manipulate women's dreams, making them wake up desperately horny, dripping, and already fantasizing about being stripped and used. Works from a distance, perfect for "priming" targets.
• Chris (Clothes Destruction): A focused look or gesture makes a woman's clothing seams rip, buttons pop, zippers fail, or fabric dissolve into shreds. Can be gradual (slow strip-tease) or instant (full wardrobe malfunction). He can also reconstruct the clothes he destroyed.
4. Dave (Arousal Aura / Pheromone Field): Projects an invisible zone, where women suddenly feel intense heat, swollen nipples, and soaking arousal. Clothes feel unbearably itchy and tight, making them fidget, rub their thighs, and eventually start peeling layers off in public.
5. Ethan (Telekinetic Undress): he can make several Invisible hands that can unbutton, unzip, pull down panties, or lift skirts from across the room. He can make bras unsnap, panties slide down legs, or entire outfits float away while the woman is frozen in embarrassed pleasure.
6. Frank (Voice of Command + Seduction): His voice carries hypnotic erotic compulsion. A whispered "strip for me" or "show everyone how wet you are" forces obedience while amplifying arousal. Women hear it as the sexiest sound imaginable and can't resist performing.
7. Greg (Sensitivity Induction): Makes a woman's skin hypersensitive. Normal fabric feels like rough teasing, air feels like tongues, and light touches become overwhelming. Combined with other powers, even walking makes her moan and drip down her thighs until she rips her own clothes off.
8. Hank (Public Illusion / Reality Bend Lite): Creates targeted illusions so only the woman (and the guys) see certain things. He can make her believe she's already naked in class, or project holographic "clothes" that aren't really there while everyone else sees her fully exposed and masturbating. Also useful for hiding the men's involvement.
The group loves hunting in different locations, and using different tactics, always in control while turning everyday places into erotic playgrounds:
• High-End Restaurant: During a fancy dinner, Dave's aura spreads across tables. Women diners start moaning, crossing legs, then frantically unbuttoning blouses. Frank commands a waitress to serve their table completely naked, tray in hand, pussy visibly dripping. Alex "helps" by steadying a stumbling naked woman with his pleasure touch, making her cum mid-stride.
• Beach / Public Pool: Easy mode. Hank makes women think their bikinis are still on while they're actually naked. Chris disintegrates swimsuits. Multiple women end up sunbathing or playing volleyball completely exposed, desperately aroused, while the eight friends chill in board shorts and t-shirts.
• Mall / Shopping Center: Changing rooms become useless. Ethan yanks curtains open and pulls clothes away. Greg makes tight jeans feel torturously good. They have a naked "parade" of women walking through the food court, trying (and failing) to cover up while cumming.
• Office Building / Corporate Event: Targeting secretaries, interns, or female executives during a meeting. Ben gives them all wet dreams the night before. In the conference room, suits and pencil skirts disintegrate. Women end up bent over the table or on their knees, naked and eager, while the men conduct "business" fully dressed.
• Gym / Yoga Class: Skin-tight activewear becomes a liability. Sensitivity + aura = women tearing off sports bras and leggings mid-pose, bodies glistening with sweat and arousal, desperately grinding against yoga mats.
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Chapter 2: College Lecture Hall – Ben’s Night Hunt
Ben slipped into the back row of the crowded 300-seat lecture hall for Professor Ramirez’s afternoon Psychology 301 class. He didn’t need to be there — he just wanted faces and names. Forty-three female students, plus the attractive young TA, Ms. Laura Kane. Perfect.
That night, from the comfort of his apartment, Ben activated his Erotic Dream Control. He reached out with his mind and wove the same vivid, humiliating fantasy into every single woman who had been in that classroom.
The Dream (shared by all 43 girls + the TA):
They were completely naked, barefoot on the cold university quad at midday. Thick leather collars were locked around their necks, attached to long leashes. One by one they dropped to their hands and knees, asses high, breasts swaying heavily as they crawled in a long, humiliating line across the open grass.
Hundreds of students, professors, and visitors watched. Phones were out. People pointed and laughed. The girls’ pussies dripped visibly down their thighs with shameful arousal as they crawled.
Strong male hands constantly fondled them — squeezing breasts, slapping asses, fingering slick folds, pinching nipples — while they kept crawling forward. Every time a girl moaned or hesitated, the leash tugged harder, forcing her to arch her back and present herself even more obscenely. The dream looped and intensified: they crawled through the cafeteria, the library, the main hallway, always naked, leashed, and publicly groped, their bodies burning with desperate, unsatisfied need.
They woke up one after another between 3 AM and 6 AM — sheets soaked, nipples rock-hard, pussies throbbing and empty. Many of them came just from grinding against their own thighs the moment they regained consciousness.
Next Morning – Campus Coffee Shop (right before the next class)
A large group of the girls had gathered at the outdoor tables near the psychology building, still flushed and restless. The air was thick with embarrassed excitement.
“Oh my god… you too?” whispered Mia, a petite brunette in a short plaid skirt and tight crop top.
Sarah, her roommate, nodded rapidly, cheeks burning. “I was naked… crawling on all fours with a fucking leash. Like a dog. In the middle of the quad. Everyone was watching and… touching me.”
A tall blonde named Rachel leaned in, voice low but shaky. “Same dream. Exactly the same. Collars, crawling, hands everywhere. I could feel fingers inside me while I was crawling past the fountain. I woke up humping my pillow like a whore.”
One girl after another joined in. Every single one had experienced the exact same fantasy, down to the sensation of the leather collar and the wet sounds their dripping pussies made while crawling.
“I’ve never been this horny in my life,” admitted the usually shy Korean girl, Ji-eun, pressing her thighs together under the table. “I came twice this morning just remembering it.”
Ms. Laura Kane, the TA, walked up looking disheveled. Her blouse was slightly misbuttoned and her nipples were clearly visible through the fabric. She overheard the last part and froze.
“…You all had the leash dream too?” she asked quietly.
The table erupted in nervous, aroused laughter. Twenty girls were now openly squirming, some subtly rubbing their legs together. A few had hard nipples poking obviously against their tops. The shared humiliation was turning into collective heat.
“I can still feel the hands on my tits,” one girl muttered, biting her lip.
Ben sat at a nearby table with Alex and Chris, sipping coffee, invisible in the crowd. He smirked as he watched the girls getting wetter just from talking about it.
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Chapter 3: The Dream Deepens
Ben didn’t stop. For two weeks, every night he reinforced and intensified the shared dream for all 43 girls and the TA. The fantasy grew longer, more vivid, and more addictive.
Now they crawled for hours. The leash tugged them across every major part of campus — quad, library steps, cafeteria, even inside the main auditorium. The fondling was rougher: multiple hands slapping asses red, pinching nipples until they cried out, fingers plunging deep while they were forced to keep crawling. Their pussies dripped in thick strings onto the pavement. In the dream they orgasmed repeatedly from the humiliation, but never felt satisfied.
They always woke up soaked, trembling, and desperate.
At Home – Some Girls Start Acting It Out
Mia and Sarah’s Dorm Room Mia (the petite brunette) locked the door, stripped completely naked, and attached a makeshift leash — a belt around her neck. “Watch me…” she whispered, voice husky.
She dropped to all fours on the small carpet and began crawling back and forth across their room, ass high, back arched exactly like in the dream. Sarah watched at first, then joined her, also naked. The two roommates crawled side by side, breasts swaying, pretending strong hands were groping them.
Every few “laps” they moaned louder. Mia finally broke: “I’m so fucking wet… I can’t stop thinking about doing this where people can see us.”
She came hard while crawling, forehead pressed to the floor, ass raised obscenely. Sarah followed right after, fingers frantically rubbing her dripping pussy.
Ji-eun’s Apartment The shy Korean girl set up her phone to record herself. She wore only a thick collar she’d bought online that same day. Naked, on all fours, she crawled the entire length of her living room and kitchen, whispering “I’m a public pet… everyone can see me…” while spanking her own ass and fingering herself between crawls. She watched the video back three times and came again each time.
Rachel (the tall blonde sorority girl) She did it in front of her full-length mirror, leash tied to her bedpost. She crawled in slow circles, talking to her reflection: “Look at you… naked little bitch crawling like a dog… everyone’s going to see these tits swinging…” She came so hard her legs gave out.
Midnight Campus Plan
In a group chat titled “The Dream Girls” (created by Rachel), things escalated fast:
Rachel: Okay this is crazy but… who else is thinking about actually doing it?
Mia: Doing what exactly??
Rachel: Going to campus tonight. Midnight. Stripping and crawling the same route from the dream. Quad → fountain → library steps.
Sarah: …I’m so wet just reading this.
Ji-eun: What if someone sees?
Rachel: That’s the point. The dream feels so good because people ARE watching. I need to feel it for real.
TA Laura: (after 10 minutes of silence) …I’ll bring extra collars and leashes. Don’t ask why I have them.
Seven girls confirmed they were going. Others said they might watch from the shadows or join “if it gets going.”
Midnight – University Quad
The eight guys were already there, hidden in the dark benches near the fountain.
At 12:15 AM the first girls appeared. Rachel arrived in a long coat. Under the moonlight she dropped it, revealing she was completely naked except for high heels and a thick black collar. She clipped the leash to it, dropped to her hands and knees, and started crawling across the grass.
One by one the others joined: Mia, Sarah, Ji-eun, two more sorority girls, and finally TA Laura — also naked, her bigger breasts swaying heavily as she crawled at the front of the small line.
Their pussies were visibly glistening. They kept the exact formation from the dream — slow, exaggerated crawl, asses high, backs arched. Soft moans and wet sounds filled the quiet night air.
Ben smiled in the darkness. “They’re breaking on their own now.”
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Chapter 4: The following nights
Midnight Quad – After the First Crawl
The eight guys stayed hidden in the shadows, phones recording everything in high definition. Ben, Alex, Chris, and the others captured every sway of breasts, every glistening trail down thighs, every moan as the naked girls crawled in their leashed line across the quad.
When the girls finally reached the library steps — panting, dripping, and trembling on the edge of orgasm — they looked for their hidden coats and clothes.
They were gone.
Rachel whispered frantically, “Where the fuck are my coat and bag?” The others searched in panic. Nothing. (Unbeknownst to them, Ethan had used telekinesis to float every piece of clothing far away into the bushes near the guys’ position, while Hank kept any potential night security from noticing.)
TA Laura’s voice shook with humiliated arousal: “We… we have to walk back like this.”
One by one the naked, collared girls stood up. No covering allowed in their minds — the dream had conditioned them too deeply. They began the long walk back across campus: seven students + the TA, completely naked except for collars and leashes (some still clipped together in pairs), high heels clicking, breasts bouncing with every step, pussies visibly wet under the streetlights.
A couple of late-night security carts passed in the distance. One girl whimpered and almost came on the spot from the fear of being seen. They split up near the dorms, each walking alone or in small groups back to their buildings — past security cameras, possible late students, and open windows.
Mia and Sarah made it to their dorm dripping with a mix of fear and lust. They fucked each other senseless the moment the door closed, still wearing only the collars.
Night 2
Word spread through the “Dream Girls” group chat. The humiliation of walking home naked had only made them hornier.
This time twelve girls showed up. They didn’t even bother bringing real clothes — just long coats that they stripped off at the quad. The crawl was longer and bolder. They went deeper into campus, past the fountain and main walkway.
Again, clothes disappeared while they crawled. Again, they had to walk home naked. More girls were spotted this time. Two random female students who had also been having the dreams saw them and joined the naked walk back, too turned on to resist.
The guys filmed everything — close-ups of swinging tits, zoomed-in shots of slick thighs, audio of desperate whimpers and “I can’t believe I’m doing this…” moans.
Night 3
Nineteen girls.
The group was getting addicted. Some girls now wore only heels and collars from home, walking naked all the way to the meeting point. The crawl turned into a full procession: long line of naked college girls on all fours, leashes connected, crawling through the main quad while the guys filmed from multiple angles (one drone shot from Hank’s illusion power to stay invisible).
After the crawl, clothes were “missing” again. The naked herd walked back together this time — a column of bare asses and bouncing breasts moving across campus at 1 AM. A few security guards saw them but mysteriously looked the other way (Hank’s doing). Some girls were so worked up they came just from walking, knees buckling in the open.
Night 4 & 5 – The Ritual Grows
By night 5, almost thirty girls from the original class were participating, plus a few others who had heard rumors and started having the dreams themselves. The TA Laura had fully broken — she now arrived already naked every night, crawling at the front of the line like the lead bitch.
Every session followed the same pattern:
• They strip (or arrive already naked)
• Long, humiliating public crawl across campus
• Clothes are nowhere to be found when it ends
• Long naked walk back to dorms/houses/apartments in the early morning hours, often in groups, sometimes alone
• Many girls no longer even try to cover themselves. They walk proudly, collars on, pussies dripping, enjoying the thrill.
Some girls started crawling parts of the way back home. Others fingered themselves openly while walking naked past dorm windows.
The eight guys had hours of footage: naked college girls crawling in leashes, naked walks through campus, close-ups of their aroused bodies, embarrassed conversations, and desperate orgasms. They watched the recordings together every afternoon, planning the next escalation.
Night 6
The girls are now fully addicted. Many barely wear clothes during the day anymore — they go to class already wet, thinking about the coming midnight ritual. Some have stopped wearing underwear entirely. A few have started crawling naked inside their dorm rooms with doors cracked open, hoping to be seen.
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Chapter 5: The Debate – “Dream Girls” Group Chat
The next afternoon, some girls in the group chat had an emergency meet-up at the outdoor campus café exploded with messages and whispers.
Rachel: Okay, be honest. Is anyone else scared? We’re literally walking around campus naked every night like brainwashed sluts. And I still can’t stop.
Mia: Same… I came twice this morning just remembering walking past the dorms with my tits out. But what the fuck is happening to us? The dreams keep getting stronger.
Sarah: It feels like something is controlling us. The collar, the crawling, the dripping… it’s too real.
Ji-eun: I haven’t worn real clothes in two days. I went to morning lecture with just a hoodie and nothing underneath. I was soaked the entire time.
TA Laura: (after long pause) I locked my apartment door last night and crawled naked for two hours with the leash tied to the couch. I kept imagining hands grabbing me. I want… I want them to actually touch me. Not just watch.
The chat went dead silent for a minute.
Rachel: Fuck… me too. In the dream the hands are everywhere — squeezing my tits, slapping my ass, fingers inside me while I crawl. I woke up humping the air. I think I need to be touched for real.
Mia: I’m scared but… same. Last night when we were walking back naked, I almost begged out loud for someone to grope me. My pussy was throbbing so bad.
Another girl (Emma): This is insane. We’re turning into public pets and part of me loves it. I want to feel real hands while I’m on all fours.
Ji-eun: …I do too. I want them to use me like in the dream.
Some girls were more hesitant, talking about shame, fear of getting caught by authorities, or losing control completely. But the horny confessions were spreading like wildfire. Almost every girl admitted the dreams and the naked crawls had made them constantly wet and aching to be fondled and used.
Right in the middle of discussion, phones started buzzing.
An anonymous account (created by the guys) sent a private message to all girls in the “Dream Girls” group chat and several individual girls, with a video link.
The video was a perfectly edited 90-second clip:
• Rachel crawling at the front, breasts swinging heavily, pussy visibly dripping under the streetlights.
• The long line of naked girls on all fours, asses up, leashes connected.
• Close-ups of their flushed faces moaning.
• Slow-motion shots of tits bouncing and slick thighs as they crawled past the fountain.
• The final naked walk back — girls walking openly, some fingering themselves discreetly, collars still on.
Caption from the anonymous sender: “You all look so beautiful like this. Keep going. We know what you want. The hands are coming soon.”
Rachel: OH MY GOD. Someone filmed us…
Sarah: We’re completely exposed. That’s my face. My tits. Everything.
Mia: …I just got so wet watching it. Look how pathetic and horny we look.
TA Laura: Whoever sent this has been watching us every night. And they liked it.
Ji-eun: I should be deleting this but… I already saved it. I watched it twice.
The debate raged for hours:
• Some girls were terrified of the video spreading further.
• Others were furious yet unbearably turned on by being recorded like animals.
• A big faction (led by Rachel, Mia, and Laura) openly admitted: “I want the next step. I want to be touched, groped, used while we crawl.”
• Even the hesitant girls kept coming back to the same point: they couldn’t stop. The dreams wouldn’t let them. Their bodies craved it.
By 10 PM the final message was sent:
Rachel: Midnight tonight. Same place. We’re going again. Bring your collars. If they want to film… let them. And if they want to touch us… I’m not going to say no anymore.
Night 7 – Midnight
Thirty-four girls showed up this time.
Many arrived already naked under long coats, or didn’t bother with coats at all — walking boldly from their dorms completely bare except for heels and thick collars. The line that formed in the quad was longer and more obedient than ever. They dropped to all fours without hesitation, asses high, pussies dripping in anticipation.
The eight guys filmed openly from multiple angles now, no longer fully hiding. The girls noticed the phone lights and the dark silhouettes watching them… but instead of stopping, many arched their backs harder and crawled slower, putting on a show.
They all knew the video was out there. They all knew they were being watched. And more than ever, they craved the hands that would finally make the dream complete.
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Chapter 6: The blind girls
On the other day, the anonymous number entered the group chat and sent the following message at 11:40 PM:
Unknown: If you want to be touched tonight — really touched, groped, used like in your dreams — wear a blindfold over your eyes when you crawl. No peeking. Surrender completely. The hands will find you.
The chat erupted again.
Rachel: Blindfolds… fuck. That makes it even scarier. But I’m doing it. I need this.
Mia: My pussy just clenched so hard reading that. I’m bringing one.
TA Laura: I already have a thick sleep mask. I’m wearing it from the start.
Ji-eun: This is dangerous… but I’m so wet I can’t think straight. Blindfold it is.
Sarah: Whoever you are… just please touch us.
Night 8 – Midnight
Twenty-nine out of the thirty-four girls who showed up the night before arrived with blindfolds — thick fabric, scarves, or proper eye masks. The other five who were too scared to go blind and didn’t come.
The large group of naked college girls formed their usual long line in the moonlit quad. Collars on. Leashes connected. Completely naked except for heels and now blindfolds. They dropped to all fours and started crawling slowly across the grass — asses high, backs deeply arched, breasts hanging and swaying heavily.
The blindfolds made everything more intense. They couldn’t see who was watching. Couldn’t see how exposed they were. Every sound made them flinch and drip more.
The eight guys stepped out of the shadows, fully clothed, and walked casually among the crawling herd like owners inspecting their pets. Frank used his voice: None of you can remove the blindfolds.
The Touching Begins
Alex went first. He walked beside Rachel, the tall blonde at the front. His hand reached down and firmly cupped one of her swinging breasts. Rachel gasped loudly and moaned as intense pleasure flooded her body from his Pleasure Touch power. Her nipple hardened instantly against his palm.
“Oh god… yes… touch me…” she whimpered, still crawling forward.
Alex squeezed and kneaded her tits, then slid his hand down her back, over her ass, and between her legs. Two fingers easily slid into her soaked pussy. Rachel cried out and almost collapsed as a powerful orgasm hit her mid-crawl, her juices running down her thighs.
The other guys spread out. The guys moved freely among the blindfolded naked girls, groping breasts, fingering dripping pussies, slapping asses, pulling hair, and pinching nipples. Some girls were made to cum multiple times while still forced to keep crawling forward. Moans and wet sounds filled the quad.
TA Laura, blindfolded and at the front, was practically drooling with lust. Two guys at once played with her heavy breasts and fingered her while she crawled, making her orgasm so hard she left a small wet trail on the grass.
The girls had no idea who were the guys doing it. They only knew “the hands” had finally arrived. Despite their intense curiosity, the girls couldn't disobey the Voice and remove their blindfolds.
After the boys had left, the girls removed their blindfolds. As usual, all their clothes had “disappeared” and they had another long naked walk back toward the dorms. Many girls were shaky-legged from repeated orgasms, covered in handprints, with messy hair and flushed bodies.
In the same night, thirty minutes after the girls arrived in the dorms, a new video was sent to the group chat.
It was much more explicit than the previous one:
• Close-ups of blindfolded girls crawling with hands all over their bodies.
• Clear shots of fingers buried in pussies, hands squeezing tits, asses being spanked red.
• Rachel and Laura cumming hard while crawling.
• The long naked walk back, girls still trembling and dripping.
Unknown: Good girls. You looked perfect tonight. Keep wearing the blindfolds if you want more. We’re always watching.
Next Morning – Campus Reactions
The girls gathered again, exhausted, sore, and hornier than ever.
Rachel: I still don’t know who they are… but I came like four times last night.
Mia: Same. Their hands felt so fucking good. I need more.
Ji-eun: I’m scared but… I’m already planning what blindfold to wear tonight.
TA Laura: Whoever they are, they know exactly how to touch us. I’m addicted.
The girls still had no clue the men responsible were the quiet group of guys who sometimes sat in the back of their Psychology lectures.
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Chapter 7: The first escalation
Night 9
The anonymous chat message was sent at 11:20 PM:
Unknown: We want everyone tonight. Come. Blindfolds mandatory.
Forty-one girls showed up — almost the entire original female class plus several more who had started having the dreams after seeing the leaked videos. Many arrived already naked from their dorms, collars locked, blindfolds in place, walking confidently across campus with only heels on.
After all the girls were ready and properly blindfolded, the boys arrived. They guided the girls along a new route and intensified the use of their powers. The new route was much riskier and longer: Starting at the main Quad; Through the central fountain plaza; Past the busy 24-hour library (outer paths); Around the large open amphitheater steps; Ending at the sports Fields.
The eight guys were fully active.
• Dave’s Arousal Aura enveloped the entire procession, making every girl’s pussy throb and drip uncontrollably.
• Greg’s Sensitivity Induction turned the cool night breeze into constant teasing tongues across their nipples and clits.
• Frank’s Voice of Command rang out occasionally: “Ass higher”, “Spread your knees wider”, “Moan louder for us”, forcing instant obedience and fresh gushes of arousal.
• Alex’s Pleasure Touch moved freely among them. Every grope, every finger slid into a soaked pussy, every slap on the ass triggered powerful orgasms. Girls were cumming while crawling, their moans echoing across campus.
• Ethan’s Telekinesis yanked leashes, lifted chins, spread thighs wider, and even made some girls’ breasts bounce more obscenely.
• Hank’s Illusions made some girls believe security guards or random students were standing right beside them watching up close, amplifying the humiliation while keeping real interference away.
The line of blindfolded, naked, collared college girls crawled slowly through multiple campus landmarks. Hands were constantly on them — squeezing, fingering, slapping, pulling. Many girls were orgasming every few minutes, leaving wet trails on the pavement. TA Laura was a complete mess, sobbing with pleasure as one of the guys worked her body while she led the crawl.
After the long session, clothes “disappeared” again. The exhausted, marked, cum-covered girls removed their blindfolds and walked back naked in a long procession across campus, many still trembling from aftershocks.
Next Day – Psychology 301 Lecture Hall (2:00 PM)
The lecture hall was unusually quiet and thick with tension.
Professor Ramirez was speaking at the front, but almost no one was paying attention — least of all the girls.
The female students looked wrecked in the best possible way:
• Rachel sat in the middle row, legs tightly crossed, a visible handprint bruise on one thigh. Her nipples were rock-hard and clearly poking through her thin top. Dark circles under her eyes. She kept biting her lip and subtly rocking her hips in her seat.
• Mia and Sarah sat together near the back. Both had obvious red ass marks visible when they shifted (short skirts riding up). Their hair was messy. They kept whispering and glancing at each other with pure lust.
• Ji-eun looked the most embarrassed but also the horniest — constantly pressing her thighs together, face flushed deep red. Faint collar marks were visible around her neck despite her attempt to hide them with a scarf.
• TA Laura stood at the side helping the professor but could barely focus. Her blouse was slightly crooked. She had clear bite marks and hickeys on her neck and collarbone area. Every time she moved, she winced in pleasure-pain from the previous night’s rough treatment.
Almost every girl showed signs: Exhausted, sleepy eyes from nights of intense activity and erotic dreams; Visible collar marks on many necks; Red handprints, light bruises, and slap marks on thighs and arms; Hard nipples tenting shirts and dresses; Constant thigh-squeezing and fidgeting; Several girls were visibly wet — dark spots on light-colored skirts or dresses for those who “forgot” underwear again
A strong scent of feminine arousal lingered in the warm lecture hall.
During a group discussion break, the girls whispered intensely:
Rachel (quietly): “I came six times last night… I can still feel their hands inside me.”
Mia: “My ass is still sore from all the spanking. I loved it.”
Sarah: “I don’t even know who they are and I don’t care anymore. I just want tonight to come faster.”
Ji-eun (whispering, embarrassed): “I walked past three security guards completely naked at 2 AM… and I almost begged them to touch me too.”
Many girls kept checking their phones, hoping for a new message from “Unknown.” A few were watching the leaked videos under their desks with earphones, legs shaking.
The eight guys sat in the very back row as usual, calm, and enjoying the view. The girls still had no idea the men responsible for their addiction were sitting just a few rows behind them.
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Chapter 8: Mystery and Paranoia
Afternoon – Psychology 301 Lecture Hall + Group Chat
The girls were barely functioning. Exhausted, marked, and aching with leftover arousal from the previous night, they spent most of the lecture whispering, texting, and glancing around suspiciously at every person in the room.
During the break, a big cluster of them gathered in the back corner. A second group was created, exclusively for the girls, which did not include that unidentified number that was sending the videos. The debate spilled into this second group chat as well.
Rachel: Okay, serious question. Who the fuck are these guys? They knew exactly where to touch me. They knew my name. They even whispered “good girl, Rachel” last night.
Mia: Same. One of them said my name while fingering me. How do they know us?
Sarah: They’re students. Has to be. They know the campus routes too well.
Ji-eun: Or professors? Or campus security?
TA Laura: It can’t be other girls… right? But some of you have been acting weird too…
Emma: Wait… what if it’s some of us helping them? Like, filming and sending videos? I’m starting to suspect everyone.
Rachel: I’m suspecting every guy in this class now. That quiet group in the back row? They’re always staring. But they look too normal…
Mia: What about Professor Ramirez’s other assistants? Or the guys from the basketball team who hang around the quad?
Sarah: I’m even wondering about the barista at the coffee shop. He smiled at me weird today.
The suspicion spread like wildfire. Girls started eyeing every male student in the hall with a mix of fear, lust, and paranoia. Some even began quietly suspecting certain bold girls in their own group — maybe they were in on it, recruiting more bodies for the “hands.”
On that night, forty-three girls showed up. Most were already naked under coats or fully bare, collars locked, blindfolds on. They crawled in a long snaking line between the tall bookshelves in the dimly lit upper floors. The risk was much higher — occasional night staff and security cameras, but Hank’s illusions kept real interruptions away. The eight guys moved among them again, using their powers heavily.
While touching and fingering the blindfolded girls, they started dropping small verbal hints:
• Alex, while fingering Rachel deeply with his Pleasure Touch: “You answered that question about Freud so confidently in class yesterday… now look at you.”
• One of the guys slapped Sarah’s ass and said: “Tell your roommate Sarah I said hi,” while she was crawling right next to her.
The girls heard the hints clearly. Their minds raced even as they moaned and came from the relentless touching and powers.
Some girls tried to guess out loud while being groped, saying many names of male students. But the guys only chuckled and kept their full identities hidden, mixing among the crawling bodies.
Next Morning – Paranoia Peaks
The debate became chaotic:
Rachel: It’s definitely guys from our Psych class. They know too many details.
Mia: I stared at the back row today. Those eight friends… they were just sitting there calmly like nothing happened. But one of them smirked when I looked.
Sarah: What if it’s all the guys in class? Or what if some girls are helping them identify us? I don’t trust anyone anymore.
Ji-eun: I’m so confused… and so horny. Even suspecting them makes me want to crawl again tonight.
TA Laura: Whoever they are, they own us now. And they’re sitting in the same classroom as us, watching us fall apart.
The girls were now constantly scanning every male face, jumping at small smiles or glances, while growing more addicted to the nightly rituals. The combination of fear, suspicion, and arousal was driving them deeper into submission.
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Chapter 9: Ji-eun’s Perspective
Ji-eun sat in the third row of the Psychology lecture hall, thighs pressed so tightly together they trembled. She was a petite 20-year-old Korean girl with long black hair, usually quiet and studious. Now she felt like a stranger in her own skin.
They’re here. Right now. Watching me.
Every time she shifted in her seat, the soreness in her ass and thighs reminded her of last night. The red handprints were still visible if she looked in the mirror. Her nipples were painfully hard against her thin white blouse — no bra again. She couldn’t wear one anymore; the fabric felt too rough, too stimulating. Her pussy had been leaking slowly for the past hour. She could smell herself and prayed no one else could.
She glanced sideways at the boys around her.
Is it him? That guy with the glasses two seats over? He smiled at me yesterday… Or the tall one near the window?
Every male face in the room made her stomach twist with paranoia and shameful heat.
What if it’s the group in the back? Those eight guys who always sit together… They’re so calm. Too calm. While I can barely sit still.
Her mind kept replaying the library crawl. The blindfold had made everything darker, hotter. Strong hands spreading her thighs while she crawled between the bookshelves. Thick fingers sliding deep inside her soaked pussy, curling, pumping. The low male voice that whispered, “Good girl, Ji-eun… so tight even after all these nights.” He knew her name. He knew she was the shy one who barely spoke in class.
She bit her lip hard enough to hurt as a fresh wave of arousal hit her. Her clit throbbed. She wanted to reach under her short skirt right there in class and rub herself raw, but she forced her hands to stay on the desk.
Who are they? How do they know exactly how to touch me? Why does being used like a blind, naked pet turn me on this much?
Ji-eun had started having the dreams again during afternoon naps. In the latest one she was crawling naked through the lecture hall itself while the entire class watched. The hands were everywhere. She woke up with her fingers already buried inside herself, humping her pillow like a desperate animal.
During Psychology class, her phone buzzed silently. Another message in the group chat:
Rachel: Anyone else feel like they’re sitting in class with the men who fingered them last night?
Unknown: We can see which of you are squirming the most right now.
Ji-eun’s breath hitched. She slowly turned her head looking every guy. So, she fixed her gaze on the last row. Eight guys. Relaxed. One of them — the handsome one with dark hair — was looking straight at her. When their eyes met, he gave the tiniest smirk before looking away.
Her pussy clenched violently.
Oh god… is it him? Did he have his fingers inside me last night? Did he make me cum while I was blindfolded and crawling?
The thought made her so wet she was scared it would drip onto the seat. She could feel her juices on her inner thighs. The collar marks on her neck were hidden by a scarf, but she kept touching them unconsciously, remembering how the leather felt when they tugged her forward.
She wanted to hate it. She wanted to be angry. Instead, all she could think about was tonight.
Blindfold again. Naked. Crawling. Their hands…
Ji-eun pressed her thighs together harder and let out a tiny, almost silent whimper. The girl next to her gave her a knowing, equally exhausted look.
Later in her dorm room
Ji-eun locked the door, stripped naked immediately, and stood in front of the mirror. She could see the faint bruises on her ass, the redness around her nipples, the way her pussy lips were swollen and shiny. She left her collar.
Then, she dropped to all fours on the floor and started crawling back and forth across her small room, ass high, just like at midnight. Every movement made her dripping pussy ache.
They’re students. They sit behind me in class. They watch me take notes while I’m still leaking their cum down my thighs…
The paranoia and horniness mixed into something unbearable. She didn’t know who “they” were, but she knew they owned her now. Every male voice in the hallway outside made her flinch with fear and excitement.
She crawled faster, moaning softly.
Please… touch me again tonight. Use me harder. I don’t care who you are anymore…
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Chapter 10: The real games begin
Psychology 301 Lecture Hall – Mid-Afternoon
On the next day, the class had just reached the 45-minute mark when it began. Every girl’s phone vibrated at the exact same time.
Unknown: Stay quiet. Don’t draw any attention.
Chris sat in the back row with the other seven guys, focusing his power with a small, satisfied smile. One by one, the girls’ clothes started to fail — slowly, teasingly, as if the fabric itself had grown tired of containing them.
Zippers slid down on their own. Buttons popped open one by one. Seams quietly tore. Bras unclasped. Panties slid down thighs beneath skirts. Tight jeans split along the inner seams. Blouses gaped open. Dresses loosened and slipped off shoulders.
The girls noticed immediately.
Ji-eun froze as the front of her thin white blouse slowly parted, exposing her bare breasts to the cool lecture hall air. Her nipples were already painfully stiff. She tried to clutch the fabric closed, but another button popped, then another. Beneath her short skirt, she felt her panties gliding down her legs on their own until they pooled around her ankles.
All around her, soft gasps and panicked whispers filled the room.
Rachel’s elegant top disintegrated into rags. Mia and Sarah’s matching outfits fell apart almost in sync. TA Laura’s professional blouse and pencil skirt shredded at the seams, leaving her in nothing but heels and fading red handprints on her ass.
Dave activated his Arousal Aura at full strength across the entire lecture hall.
Within seconds the atmosphere grew thick and heavy with feminine heat. Breaths turned into soft moans. Thighs rubbed together. Nipples hardened visibly. Pussies swelled and dripped openly. The scent of dozens of desperately aroused young women filled the room.
Ji-eun’s paranoia spiked.
It’s happening in daylight… in front of everyone… Oh god, they’re here. They’re doing this right now.
She looked around frantically, eyes wide, heart hammering. Every male face in the room suddenly looked suspicious. Especially the calm group of eight in the back row.
A few moments later, Professor Ramirez finished his sentence, closed his laptop, and walked out without a single glance at the sea of half-naked and quickly becoming fully naked female students. All the other male students followed him, chatting normally, completely oblivious thanks to Hank’s targeted illusions.
The eight guys also stood up casually. Pretending they couldn't see anything, they gave one last look at the trembling, exposed girls, and left with the rest. The heavy lecture hall doors clicked shut.
All 43 girls were now completely naked inside the large classroom, bright daylight streaming through the tall windows. Collars marks still visible on many necks. Bodies covered in faint bruises and handprints from the previous nights.
For ten long seconds there was stunned silence. Then chaos and panic mixed with overwhelming lust.
Girls instinctively tried to cover themselves with their hands or shredded remains of clothing, but it was useless. Their bodies were betraying them hard — nipples aching, pussies visibly glistening and dripping down thighs, legs shaking.
Ji-eun stood near her desk, one arm across her small perky breasts, the other hand cupped over her soaked, shaved pussy. Her face burned crimson.
Everyone can see me… We’re trapped here naked in the middle of the day… What if someone opens the door? What if the next class walks in…?
Yet her clit was throbbing so intensely she had to fight the urge to rub herself right there. The aura made every breath feel like a caress. Her paranoia was at an all-time high.
They’re watching us right now. I know it. One of them… or all of them… did this.
The girls quickly moved to close and lock the main doors, hearts pounding.
Phones buzzed simultaneously.
Unknown: Don’t worry. Let’s play.
The message appeared on every girl’s screen.
Ji-eun stared at it, breathing fast. A fresh trickle of arousal ran down her inner thigh.
Rachel spoke first, voice hoarse: “They’re here… or maybe still in the building.”
TA Laura, fully naked and flushed, leaned back against the professor’s desk, legs slightly parted. “What do we do…? We can’t just walk out like this…”
Ji-eun’s mind was a whirlwind of fear and desperate need.
They stripped us in front of the whole class and no one even noticed… They’re so close. They could come back any second and touch us again… use us right here on the desks…
She squeezed her thighs together, barely suppressing a whimper. Her paranoia made it even worse — every shadow outside the windows, every sound in the hallway made her jump, yet her body screamed for the hands that had owned her every night.
More girls were already squirming, some unconsciously touching their breasts or pressing fingers against their clits.
The lecture hall had become their new private (yet dangerously public) playground.
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Chapter 11: First task
Inside the Locked Lecture Hall – Daytime
The girls were clustered together, naked and breathing heavily under Dave’s relentless arousal aura. Phones buzzed again.
Unknown: Good girls. First, relax. All of you. Sit down, spread your legs, and masturbate. Film yourselves clearly — face, tits, and dripping pussy. Show us how desperate you are. Send the videos to this chat. Do it now. No hiding. We want to see every girl.
A wave of humiliated moans rippled through the hall.
Rachel: They can’t be serious… it’s daytime. Someone could hear us…
TA Laura: We’re already naked and trapped. Just… do it.
Ji-eun’s heart hammered against her ribs. They want us to film ourselves masturbating? In the middle of the afternoon, in our classroom?
Her paranoia was screaming. They’re right outside. Or watching through the windows. Or maybe one of them is still hiding in here… But her body was on fire. Her swollen clit ached so badly she could barely think. Her inner thighs were already slick.
She slowly sat on the edge of a desk in the third row, legs spreading wider than she intended. Her small, perky breasts rose and fell rapidly. She set her phone up against a water bottle, angled perfectly to capture everything, and hit record.
“I… I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she whispered shakily, looking straight into the camera with flushed cheeks.
Her fingers slid down her flat stomach and between her legs. The moment she touched her soaked pussy she let out a high-pitched whimper. She was dripping. Two fingers easily sank inside while her other hand rubbed tight circles on her swollen clit. Her hips rocked forward involuntarily.
They’re going to see how wet I am… how much of a slut I’ve become… What if more people watch this later? What if they recognize my voice, my face, my tight little pussy?
She moaned louder, eyes half-lidded, breasts jiggling as she fingered herself faster. The aura made every touch feel electric. Within two minutes she was whimpering loudly, thighs shaking.
“I’m… I’m such a horny pet…” she gasped to the camera right before she came hard, back arching, juices coating her fingers and dripping onto the desk.
She kept filming a few seconds longer, panting, then stopped the video with trembling hands and sent it.
All around her, the lecture hall filled with the wet sounds of fingers pumping into pussies and dozens of desperate female moans. Forty-three girls, completely naked, legs spread wide on desks and chairs, filming themselves masturbating for their unknown owners.
Some girls talked to the camera: “I need your hands again…” “I’m your crawling slut…” “Please watch me cum…”
Ten Minutes Later
Every single girl had sent her video. The group chat was flooded with explicit masturbation clips — shy girls, bold girls, the TA on the professor’s desk with legs wide open, Ji-eun’s petite body trembling as she came.
Unknown: Excellent. Such obedient pets.
Unknown: Next command. Choose the first group of 8 girls for an outside adventure. The rest will stay here and keep each other wet. The chosen 8 must leave the room completely naked (except collars and heels), no covering, and follow the next instructions. Decide now. You have 5 minutes.
At first, none of the girls wanted to go. However, remembering the sensation caused by the mysterious hands, that changed, and the girls began to volunteer. The girls looked at each other, nervous but dripping with excitement.
Rachel volunteered first. “I’ll go.” Mia and Sarah raised their hands too. TA Laura stood up, still flushed from her orgasm. “I’ll lead the group.”
Ji-eun hesitated, biting her lip hard. Her pussy clenched at the terrifying thought of walking out naked into the busy campus in broad daylight. But the horniness won.
If I stay here I’ll just keep touching myself like a desperate whore… but if I go out… they might touch me again…
She slowly raised her hand. “I… I’ll go too.”
Eight girls were quickly chosen: Rachel, Mia, Sarah, Ji-eun, TA Laura, Emma, and two others.
The rest of the class watched with a mix of relief and envy as the chosen eight stood near the door, naked, collared, nipples hard, pussies visibly wet.
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Chapter 12: The outside Adventure
The eight chosen girls stood naked at the lecture hall door, hearts pounding. Collars on, heels clicking, phones in hand. Their bodies were flushed, nipples stiff, pussies visibly glistening from the earlier masturbation session and Dave’s lingering aura.
Unknown: Leave now. Open the door and walk out. Stay together. Come to the rooftop terrace. Walk quietly. Phones stay in your hands. Take one clear erotic photo at every major spot. Send it to the chat immediately. The others are watching.
Rachel opened the door. The hallway outside was empty thanks to Hank’s illusions, but the risk felt overwhelming.
Ji-eun was trembling as she stepped out, completely bare. This is real daylight. Anyone could walk around the corner… I’m going to be seen… Her paranoia mixed with intense arousal made her drip down her inner thighs with the first few steps.
Stop 1: Main Lecture Hall Corridor
They walked twenty meters down the wide, brightly lit hallway. Echoes of their heels and soft breathing filled the space.
Rachel whispered, “First photo here.”
The girls posed together against the wall: legs spread, one hand pulling their pussy lips open, tongues out, eyes looking submissively at the camera. Ji-eun knelt in front, back arched deeply, ass pushed out while spreading herself.
Photo sent.
Group Chat Reaction (from the locked classroom):
“So fucking hot!!” “Ji-eun’s little pussy is dripping so much 
” “Sluts on parade!! Go further!!”Ji-eun’s face burned with shame as she read the cheers, but her clit throbbed harder.
Stop 2: Main Stairwell (Ground Floor)
They moved down to the ground level and stopped at the bottom of the wide central stairs.
New photo: All eight girls bent over the railing, asses toward the camera, looking back with flushed faces. Fingers spreading their cheeks and pussies. TA Laura in the center, her heavier breasts hanging.
Sent.
Chat: “Fuck yes!! Look at those wet cunts” “Laura’s tits are perfect like that
” “Keep going pets!!”Stop 3: Outdoor Path Toward the Quad
They stepped outside into the bright afternoon sun. The main path was relatively quiet between classes, but distant students could be seen further away. Hank’s power kept real eyes from noticing the naked procession for now.
The girls walked faster, breasts bouncing, breathing ragged.
Photo at a small shaded bench: Ji-eun and Mia sitting with legs over the backrest, fully spread. Rachel standing with one leg up on the bench, fingers buried inside herself. The others kneeling around them in submissive poses.
Sent.
Chat explodes: “OUTDOOR WHORES
” “Ji-eun you look so embarrassed and horny 
” “More!!”Ji-eun read the messages while still spread on the bench. They’re all watching me right now… fingering myself in public like a pornstar… What if the all the guys from class see these photos?
Her paranoia peaked — she imagined the many mysterious men (possibly the ones from the back row) stroking themselves to her pictures.
Stop 4: Central Fountain Plaza
They reached the open plaza with the large fountain. Water splashing loudly.
Erotic photo: The girls lined up on the wide stone edge of the fountain, sitting with legs wide open toward the water. Some fingering themselves, others pulling their nipples. Sunlight glinted off their wetness.
Ji-eun sat in the middle, biting her lip hard as she rubbed her swollen clit for the photo, eyes glassy with lust and fear.
Sent.
Chat: “PUBLIC FOUNTAIN SLUTS!!” “You’re all dripping more than the fountain
” “Love how Ji-eun looks like she’s about to cum from shame”Stop 5: Entrance to the East Building
They crossed into the large academic building on the other side of campus. The ground floor lobby was empty enough.
Photo against the big directory board: All eight pressed their naked bodies against it, asses out, backs arched, one hand between their legs.
Sent.
Final Leg – Inside the East Building
They climbed the stairs slowly. Every step made their breasts bounce and pussies ache.
Stop 6: Second Floor Landing
Quick photo: Girls on all fours on the landing, asses toward the camera, backs deeply arched like during their night crawls.
Sent. The chat cheered wildly again.
Arrival at the Third Floor Stairs
The group finally reached the wide staircase leading up to the third floor, where the rooftop terrace waited above.
They were all panting, sweaty, and extremely horny from the walk and constant exposure. Ji-eun’s thighs were shiny with her juices. Her mind was a mess:
We just walked halfway across campus completely naked in the middle of the day… taking slutty photos at every stop… and I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been. They’re probably watching us on camera right now. They know exactly where we are…
The girls paused at the bottom of the third-floor stairs, waiting for the next command. Their bodies trembled with adrenaline and lust.
Unknown: Good pets. You made it this far without being caught. Now send one final photo from the bottom of those stairs.
The eight naked, collared girls lined up at the base of the stairs, posed erotically, and took the photo.
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Chapter 13: The rooftop terrace
The eight naked girls reached the top of the stairs, breathing hard, bodies glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Their heels clicked on the tiled floor as they approached the heavy door leading to the rooftop terrace.
A large, elegant handwritten sign was placed right in front of the door:
“Congratulations. Put on your blindfolds and come in.”
Under the sign was a basket filled with thick black blindfolds.
The girls looked at each other, nervous and dripping with anticipation.
Rachel swallowed. “They really planned everything…”
Ji-eun’s heart was racing so hard she felt lightheaded. They’re right behind this door. The hands that have been using us every night… They’re waiting for us. Her pussy clenched visibly as she took a blindfold with trembling fingers.
One by one, all eight girls secured their blindfolds tightly. The world went dark. They could only rely on sound, touch, and the overwhelming smell of their own arousal.
Soft, sensual music started playing from the terrace — slow, erotic beats with a deep bass that vibrated through their bodies.
They stepped onto the rooftop terrace. The warm afternoon sun kissed their naked skin. A gentle breeze teased their hard nipples and wet pussies.
Strong, confident male hands immediately guided them forward. The girls gasped softly as they were led deeper onto the terrace.
“First, don't take the blindfolds off your eyes. Now, open your mouths, pets,” a deep, calm voice commanded (Frank’s Voice of Command).
They obeyed. Cold, sweet drinks were brought to their lips — fruity cocktails with a slight edge. They drank thirstily. Then small snacks were fed to them by hand: chocolate-dipped strawberries, pieces of cake, savory bites. Every time they accepted food or drink, they received a deep, possessive kiss — tongues sliding into their mouths, hands holding their chins or the back of their necks.
Ji-eun moaned into one of the kisses. The man tasted good. His tongue dominated hers while his free hand casually squeezed her small breast and pinched her nipple. Another set of hands soon joined, stroking her ass and sliding between her legs from behind.
The blindfolded girls were slowly guided to soft mats and cushions laid out on the terrace floor.
The guys didn’t hold back.
Alex’s Pleasure Touch made every finger that entered the girls feel like pure ecstasy. Moans and wet sounds quickly mixed with the soft music.
Ji-eun was pushed gently onto all fours. Two different men played with her at once. One kissed her deeply while the other fingered her soaked pussy with long, slow strokes. She whimpered helplessly into the kiss as the intense pleasure made her legs shake.
“Oh god… yes…” she breathed, completely lost.
All eight girls were being kissed, groped, and deeply fingered at the same time. Some were made to cum quickly. Others were edged cruelly, moaning desperately for release.
While the girls were lost in pleasure, the guys took clear, high-quality photos and short videos:
• Blindfolded naked girls dancing sensually.
• Girls on all fours, legs spread, pussies being fingered.
• Close-ups of fingers buried deep inside dripping cunts.
• Girls moaning into deep kisses while their tits were squeezed.
• Ji-eun’s petite body trembling as two hands worked her pussy and clit.
• TA Laura’s bigger breasts being sucked while she was fingered from behind.
These photos and clips were immediately sent to the main group chat with the 35 girls still locked in the lecture hall.
Unknown: Party has started. [Multiple explicit photos and videos attached]
The classroom group chat exploded with cheers and horny messages:
“OH MY GOD THEY’RE FINGERING THEM SO HARD
” “Ji-eun is shaking so much!!” “Rachel just came on those fingers!!” “I wanna go, pleaseeee!!”Unknown: Next group of 8. Leave the classroom now. Same route. Same rules. The party is waiting.
On the Terrace, the first group of eight blindfolded girls kept dancing or being pleasured — kissed, fed, fingered, and praised in low voices.
“You’re all such good obedient pets…”
Ji-eun came hard on two thick fingers, moaning loudly while a man kissed her neck. Her mind was a storm of lust and paranoia:
They’re touching me right now… I still don’t know which ones they are… but I don’t want them to stop…
Ji-eun was shaking uncontrollably. A man (she didn’t know who) was kissing her deeply while another fingered her from behind. The Pleasure Touch made every stroke feel like her entire nervous system was melting with ecstasy. Her small breasts swayed heavily, nipples painfully hard. Drool ran down her chin from the intense kiss.
They’re using me like a toy… and I still don’t know their faces… What if they’re recording this too? What if the whole class sees me like this?
She moaned loudly into the stranger’s mouth as another orgasm was cruelly denied.
Frank’s voice drifted over the group: “Stay wet and ready. More pets are coming.”
The guys smiled at each other, fully clothed, enjoying their private rooftop harem while preparing for the next wave of naked, blindfolded college girls.
