Oh god, is he going to fuck me? He can't possibly enter my precious, sweet pussy. I’m in the most uncomfortable contorted position. My back can hardly balance on the small oval plate, and the only thing holding me up are the four chains spreading me open.

I can feel his length growing as he recognizes that he could dominate me right here, right now. He wouldn't fuck me up here, with everyone watching, would he? I almost forgot that there are cameras rolling too.

Someone calls his name from below.

“What is it?” He asks, annoyed.

They respond with something I can’t hear, but he apparently does. He leaps off my body to a nearby branch and climbs down. The hot afternoon sun heats up my body, and I’ll be sunburned soon.

Unbeknownst to me, that problem would be resolved very quickly.

"I broke it!" Someone screams gleefully. I can't even comprehend what is going on, when the pole starts falling.

It retracts much faster than I fall, and is gone in the blink of an eye. For a split second, I'm suspended in mid air, screaming through the ball gag. Then I fall. The chains reach their length with a jerk when I'm a foot above the ground. My arms ands legs are in agony as my limbs are being forced to hold my weight.

My head is pounding and my ears a ringing. I hear someone run up to me and cut off the shackles with a bolt cutter. First my legs fall to the ground, then my upper body.

The person who freed me slaps my face, forcing my eyes open. It’s Audrey. “Are you okay?” She asks, looking terrified. This is such a difference from the cool, sexy Audrey I met on the first day. Her hair is knotty and she has dirt on her face.

Though I guess Audrey being naughty and dirty isn’t much of a change.

“How did you get out?” I ask weakly.

“Some of the frat boys wanted to cut me out to fuck me, but I got away first.”

She helps me up and puts her arm around me. The crowd makes way for us, murmuring, and we help each other walk back to our room.

When we get back, Caleb is inside, working at his desk. He jumps us when he sees us. “What happened?” He exclaims.

“It doesn’t matter,” Audrey groans. “Can you get us some ice?”

After Caleb leaves, I take a look at my body and Audrey’s. I have bruises on my wrists and around my ankles. My back is killing me. Audrey doesn’t seem too bad, still as fuckable as ever, but I do see bruises on her neck. I suppose they tried to choke her, or bite her neck. Both of those ideas make my stomach turn.

Caleb comes back with ice and food. He asks if there’s anything else he can get.

“Thanks, but I think we’re good.” Audrey says.

“Alright. I have to pick up Mai from her yoga class. We probably won’t be back for a while.” He says, apologetically. “If there’s anything you want me to pick up, just text me.”

“Thanks,” I say. “Mai is really lucky to have you.”

He smiles, a little bit sadly, and leaves.

We're too exhausted with the day's events to go to our classes, never mind fuck. I doubt the headmaster will go after us, considering the torture and public humiliation we've endured. We collapse on the bed together, holding each other. Audrey's hands massage my wrists, where the chains cut into my skin.

"I never got to apologize," I said. "I'm so sorry I dragged you into that mess."

Audrey just looks at me for the longest time. She brings my wrists to her lips and gently kisses them. "It's not your fault. I brought you to the roof."

"I was probably louder." I say.

Audrey laughs. "Then I guess I did a good job."

I cup my hands around her face and kiss her. We stay in the bed for hours, talking and kissing.

When I finally get up to get ready for bed, I notice the piles of groceries we never put away.

“Oh yeah, when do you have to make that cake?” I ask.

“This weekend,” Audrey replies, “She’s really chill. She won’t mind if it’s a disaster.”

I laugh. “What’s her name? Maybe I know her.”

Audrey shakes her head. "You probably don't know her," she says. "Her name is Kris."