Mandy, Leah and Chloe

The air in the deserted library aisle was thick with the scent of old paper and nervous energy. Mandy, known campus-wide as Trent’s red-haired queen, stood over you, tapping a perfectly manicured nail on your physics textbook.

"Are you deaf, or just stupid?" Mandy’s voice was low, carrying the familiar threat that came from dating the biggest bully on campus. "I need your homework. Now."

You shut your textbook, meeting her harsh green eyes. "No, Mandy. You failed to turn anything in for three weeks. I’m not letting you copy my final assignment."

Mandy let out a sharp, incredulous laugh. "You think you have a choice?"

"I do, actually. Try studying for once."

Her face went from condescending to dangerously cold. "Fine. You want to play tough? You just signed up for a very long afternoon." She pulled out her phone and walked away, dialing furiously. "Yeah, it’s Mandy. Code Red. Meet me at the staff parking lot in ten minutes. Our little friend here needs a lesson in sharing."

The sun was sinking, casting long shadows across the empty athletic field. You knew you should have run, but you were surrounded the moment you exited the building.

Mandy was flanked by two girls you recognized from her clique: a sleek brunette, Leah, and a tall, curvy blonde, Chloe.

"You really thought you could say no to me?" Mandy sneered, grabbing your arm.

"Let go of me," you demanded, struggling.

Leah, the brunette, pulled out a thick coil of rope. "Trent told Mandy stories about how you like to run your mouth. We thought we’d tie it shut."

Chloe, the blonde, smirked. "And maybe teach you why it’s better to be a good boy."

They marched you into the cavernous, silent annex of the gymnasium. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, illuminating the dusty wrestling mats and forgotten equipment. Leah quickly tied your wrists with practiced efficiency, securing you tightly to the metal support pole used for the suspended climbing ropes.

"You look terrified," Mandy purred, stepping close. She ran her hands down your chest, her touch chillingly predatory. "Good. You should be."

"This is insane, Mandy. You’re going to get expelled," you said, breathing hard.

"Expulsion? Please. Trent owns this place," she scoffed. "Besides, we’re not going to hurt you. Not externally, anyway."

Mandy turned to her friends. "Strip him. We’re going to teach him the cost of disobedience."

Leah and Chloe worked quickly, ripping your clothes away until you were naked and exposed, tied tightly to the pole. The ropes bit into your skin.

"Look at that," Chloe breathed, running a hand over your taut thigh, then gazing down. Her blue eyes widened slightly, a flicker of genuine surprise cutting through her hard facade.

Mandy ignored her friend and moved directly to you. She trailed her fingers down your abdomen, stopping at the base of your erection, which, despite the fear, was already thick and straining against the ropes.

"You think this is exciting, tied up like a trophy?" she whispered, leaning in so close you could smell her sweet perfume. "You’re our entertainment now."

Leah and Chloe watched from a short distance, a shared look of anticipation on their faces.

Mandy dropped to her knees. Her eyes, usually cold, were burning with a mix of anger and lust. "This is payback for the homework, darling. And you won't get a fucking thing out of it."