The sun beat down on the college quad as I sat on a metal bench, feeling the coolness of the metal seep through my skirt. I shifted slightly, feeling a shiver run down my spine. I wasn't wearing any panties today - a little secret I'd been keeping to myself.
I stood up to leave, but as I did, I felt a sudden chill. Oh no. I'd just sat down on a freezing cold metal box. And now, my pussy was stuck to it.
I tried to play it cool, crossing my legs and hoping no one noticed. But then, I saw them. A group of girls from my college, all of them giggling and sticking out their tongues at me.
"Hey, perv!" one of them called out. "What are you doing, humping that box?"
I rolled my eyes, trying to think of a witty comeback. But before I could say anything, one of the girls - let's call her Sarah - got too close.
I grabbed her tongue with lightning quick reflexes and stuck it to the box. "Ow!" she cried, trying to pull away. But she was stuck.
The other girls gasped in shock, but I wasn't done yet. I pulled down another girl's pants and panties, revealing her bare pussy.
"What are you doing?" she shrieked, trying to cover herself. But it was too late. I pushed her pussy onto the box, and she was stuck too.
The final girl - let's call her Emily - tried to run away, but I was too fast. I stripped off her shirt and bra, revealing her perky breasts.
I pulled on her nipples, stretching them out until they were touching the box. "No!" she cried, but it was too late. She was stuck.
The girls were all stuck to the box now, their bodies on display for everyone to see. I couldn't believe what just happened.
"How are we going to get unstuck?" Sarah asked, her voice trembling.
I shrug, a mischievous smile on my face. "I have no idea," I said. "But it's going to be a long wait."
The girls glared at me, but there was nothing they could do. They were stuck, and I was in control.
And as I sat back and enjoyed the show, I couldn't help but think that this was the most fun I'd had all week.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Emily spat.
I grinned. "Oh, absolutely. I've never had an audience like this before."
The girls squirmed, trying to free themselves, but it was no use. I leaned back, watching as they struggled.
"You're a monster," Sarah hissed.
I raised an eyebrow. "And yet, you can't look away. None of you can."
It was true. Despite their protests, the girls couldn't tear their eyes away from the metal box. They were trapped, both physically and mentally.
And as I sat there, basking in the power I held over them, I knew that this was just the beginning. I was in control, and I wasn't going to let go anytime soon.
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