It happened like this-- twenty-four year old Erin had plans to work on a class project with her classmate twenty-six year old classmate Trevor. They were both pursuing an associate's degree in graphic design.
The two's relationship could be described as contentious. Erin was a pretty girl. She was of average height and had medium sized breasts and long sandy blonde hair. She was also smart and usually came out a the top of the class performance-wise. This combination gave her confidence and she carried herself well in the world.
Trevor did not like Erin. Aside from her outperforming him over and over again academically, her looks and confidence seemed to embody every girl who rejected him in his college and high school days. Trevor was also good looking, tall and dark haired with broad shoulders, but hadn't really known how to style himself in a way that made him attractive until he was older. Even though he now had success with women, he carried a grudge against them from earlier experiences.
Erin was put off by Trevor's surly demeanor and cynicism, along with his sarcastic sense of humor. When she was around Trevor she seemed to get the sense that he wanted to take her down a notch. She didn't even want him to be her partner but alas, he was assigned to her.
That afternoon, Erin texted Trevor, "I'll be in my room and the door's unlocked so just come upstairs." She lived alone off campus, and her room was on the corner of the apartment building, sandwiched by her living room and her bathroom.
She dozed off into a nap an hour before Trevor was to come over. A little bit before the time he was due to come, she began slowly waking up. Something immediately felt wrong. She tried to move her limbs but found she couldn't. Her eyes flew open and to her horror she realized she was tied up spread eagle to the bed. She wanted to cry for help but felt cloth in her mouth.
Erin's thoughts raced as she tried to recall how she would have ended up in this predicament. There was only one explanation she could think of. In the very back of the library at her college, she'd found an old leather book titled "Enfretrer: the Demon of Shame." In it were illustrations of women being humiliated in a variety of ways, such as one of a woman being held in pillory, one of those wooden structures with holes for the head and hands. She was stark naked and a man was spanking her. Another depicted a woman coming out of a pond, also naked, with her hands on either side of her face and a worried look on her face. A man stood behind a tree with what Erin assumed to be the woman's clothes.
Erin flipped to a page that had an illustration of a distressed woman tied to a bed spread eagle with no clothing on and a man standing before her, grinning. There was text under the image, and Erin ran her finger over it and almost inaudibly read it aloud.
Immediately after doing so she felt a chill down her spine and her vision went black for a second. She slammed the book shut and shoved it back on the shelf and hurriedly walked away, suddenly feeling an ominous presence about her.
And now here she was, tied up just like the woman. "At least I'm clothed," she thought, looking down at her knee length skirt and white tee-shirt. Underneath the modest outfit was a slightly skimpy pink bra and a white cotton thong.
Erin was so distracted by the situation that she forgot that Trevor was due any minute until she heard her front door open. She made muffled cries for help through the cloth in her mouth but it barely made a sound. The door to her bedroom flew open and Trevor stood before her.
His jaw dropped as he let go of his backpack and it hit the floor with a thud.
"What the fuck?" he exclaimed. Erin made sounds of distress that matched the fear in her eyes. She looked down at her mouth then back up at Trevor in an attempt to clue him into removing the cloth.
Trevor came to her and took the cloth out of her mouth. Immediately words tumbled out of Erin's mouth.
"Trevor, you have to help me! I just woke up like this, I found a book in the library and I think I summoned some demon, and I know that sounds crazy but I can think of no other explanation, and the picture showed this woman being humiliated and now I'm scared it will happen to me and I'm so glad you're here-- please untie me!"
Trevor stared at her, then announced, "Did you fall on your head or something?"
"No," Erin cried, "I swear it's true!"
"So you think you got cursed," Trevor said slowly, "And that you're going to be humiliated like the woman in the picture."
"Yes! She was naked and there was some random guy in the room," she explained.
"Sounds kind of hot," he replied and touched the velvet ropes that held Erin's right wrist firm on her bedpost.
"Ha ha," Erin said sarcastically. "Please untie me."
Trevor locked his eyes on Erin's, a funny look on his face. He had, despite hating her, fantasized about Erin. Fantasized about making her cum, seeing her all vulnerable, fucking her so good she'd feel like she loved him and despised him for giving her so much pleasure. He loved seeing woman writhing in ecstasy and would watch them as they came, smirking down at them. Or he'd pull away from a kiss and see them with their eyes still closed, only for them to open their eyes and see the malevolent smile on his face, him feeling that in that moment he held power over them.
