She waited. 

She couldn’t hear the game commentary clearly, it seemed to be a tight run thing. 

If they won, well they’d come in and find her and use her body to celebrate their victory. Afterwards they’d probably untie her and she’d be their little mascot at the victory party. They might even let her wear her cheerleader’s uniform.

But, if they lost… they’d take out all their anger and frustration on her tight, but well lubed holes. They’d leave her there for sure, dripping with their fluids, hoping her friends came and untied her before too long.

She could feel her juices adding to the lube, starting to trickle down her thighs in anticipation.

Was it bad she kinda hoped they lost?

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