You enrolled into this school because you heard it had a great art program and you didn't find any negative things about it anywhere. Finally you fly to the remote island the college is on excited to finally start college. Once you get off the plane and out of the airport things seemed different. When you got in the taxi to drive you to the campus there seemed to be a lot of sex toys and rope in the back seat. You guessed someone dropped stuff and left it there. It was still weird.

Then as you are driving to the campus you see people naked, in rope like clothing, or in revealing lingerie. People were having sex everywhere. You were very confused as this was not what you were expecting. When you get out you are in the only group of people who have regular clothes on. As a nude busty professor walks up to you. Her ass and pussy shoved full of toys, with male students following her laughing. "W-welcome to the Dardin School of Arts or ass we call it h-here the college of sex." She moans and struggles to breath as she gives her speech explaining that once enrolled here there was no escape but to graduate. That anyone can do whatever they want except kill.

Struggling to stand as she starts cumming in front of everyone falling to her hands and knees moaning and squirting out her juices. She gasps and mains as she speaks, "Y-you will see Y-your roommates o-on the board over there.... Everything is co-ed, you can get the same sex, different sex, or in the case of the Anthros d-different species. E-enjoy your-" She was cut off by a futanari with a huge dick shoving it into the teacher's mouth.

The campus is sprawling, and as you explore in search of solitude, the depravity becomes increasingly prevalent. You stumble across a group of students bound together with rope and covered in various sex toys, their bodies moving in rhythm underneath the watchful eye of an Anthro dominatrix with a tail swishing lazily behind her. Nearby, a half-human, half-animal creature called an "Anthro" is pleasuring itself against a tree as it stares at you longingly, saliva dripping from its maw.

As you wander further away from the main area, you finally manage to find what appears to be an abandoned classroom building. The doors are locked, but when you kick one in frustration, the hinges give way with a loud creak. Inside, desks and chairs have been pushed aside to make room for heaps of discarded clothing and a makeshift bed where a group of students are engaged in a wild orgy.

"Hey!" someone shouts as you enter the room. You turn around to see one of your classmates, a girl with violet hair and piercing eyes, glaring at you. "Who do you think you are, barging in here like this? If you're looking for some action, you'd better come join us!" She gestures towards the bed, a cock still dripping with her juices sticking out of her asshole.

You can either refuse and leave the classroom building, join the orgy, or try to find another way out of the building entirely.

You decide to leave the orgy behind and keep exploring. As you wander through the empty hallways, you come across another classroom with a single student bound to a desk, her legs spread wide and a vibrator attached to her clit. She looks at you pleadingly, tears streaming down her face as she struggles against her bonds. Her ropes are knotted tightly, and you don't have anything sharp on your person to cut them with.

On the desk beside her lies a box of sex toys and a note. The toys seem to be mostly unused, but the note is written in a shaky hand: "P-please help me... My name is Jade. T-take these and use them on me... P-please make me cum..."

What do you decide to do?

Jade gasps and coughs as the gag is removed from her mouth. Tears stream down her face as she struggles to speak through ragged breaths. "Thank you... Thank you so much... They said if I didn't do what they wanted, they'd hurt my family..." Her voice trails off, trembling with fear and shame.

As you begin working the knots loose, she winces in pain but doesn't protest. Once you manage to free her hands and legs, she falls forward onto the desk, sobbing relievedly. "I-I don't know what I was thinking... I should have known better..."

Do you comfort Jade or leave her to sort out her own feelings?

Jade shakes her head slowly, wiping away tears with the back of her hand. "No... I mean, yes... But it wasn't just that..." She takes a deep breath and continues, "I-I had this crush on someone here... And I thought if I joined them in their games, they might like me back... It was stupid, I know." She turns her tear-streaked face towards you, looking at you with an expression of regret and longing.

Do you try to reassure Jade that she made a mistake but can still be herself, or do you acknowledge the desperation that led her to make such a choice?

Jade leans into your embrace gratefully. "It's just... I never expected it to be like this..." She sniffles and looks up at you with red-rimmed eyes. "Do you think I can trust anyone here? Or... do you think there's any way out of this place?" The doubt and fear in her voice are palpable, and you can feel the tension radiating from her body.

You can either try to reassure Jade that she can trust someone or make some other response.

"Maybe..." Jade whispers, her voice sounding hopeless. "But you've been kind to me... Even if nobody else does." She turns her head away, biting her lower lip as she fights back another wave of tears. "I-if I can just focus on my art... Maybe then things will be better..." Her eyes meet yours again and she gives you a small, shaky smile.

Do you try to comfort Jade further or let the subject drop?

Jade looks up at you, hope flickering in her eyes. "Really? You mean that?" She sniffles and then wipes her nose on the back of her hand. "I'll... I'll do my best." Tentatively, she reaches out to hug you back. "Thank you, Kris." The weight of her gratitude is heavy in the air between you, and for a moment, it almost feels like you've given her something precious. Something worth fighting for.

Her grip on your arm loosens after a few seconds, and she pulls away with an embarrassed smile. "I-I should find somewhere else to go... Maybe just study or something." She glances at the note and box of sex toys on the desk before looking back at you, uncertainty written all over her face.

What do you want to say or do next?

Jade nods quickly, her cheeks flushing crimson. She glances down at her exposed body, shame painting an even deeper blush across her chest and stomach. "Y-yes... I'll find somewhere to change..." With that, she darts out of the room, leaving you alone once more.

You feel a mixture of emotions: relief that Jade is safe from immediate harm, concern for her wellbeing as she navigates this twisted version of college life, and maybe even something like admiration for her determination to focus on her art. But there's also a sense of helplessness; you can't protect her from everything that lies ahead, no matter how much you might want to.

What do you choose to do now?

As you sit there in the deserted classroom, taking stock of your surroundings and trying to make sense of it all, it dawns on you that escape might not be as simple as leaving this building. The campus is vast; you could easily get lost among its many twists and turns if you aren't careful. And even if you did find your way back to civilization, what would you tell people about your experiences here? How would they react?

You sigh heavily, rubbing at your eyes with the heels of your hands. This place has turned your world upside down in a matter of hours, and now it feels like everything is spinning out of control. Perhaps seeking out someone who's been here longer would be wise; they might have some advice or even just company during these trying times.

Your aimless wandering brings you to a secluded clearing near the center of campus. Here, a group of students has set up a makeshift tent out of robes and sheets, their activities inside obscured by the fluttering material. The air around the tent is heavy with anticipation and desire; it's clear that whatever they're doing in there must be quite the spectacle.

Curiosity gets the better of you, and you decide to investigate further. As you approach the tent, a pair of students peek out from opposite ends, their eyes widening as they spot you. There's an unspoken exchange between them before one of them beckons you inside with a shaking finger.

The interior of the tent is even more decadent than it appeared from the outside; pillows and cushions are strewn about, and various sex toys glint in the soft candlelight. In the center, surrounded by several naked students of both genders, is a tall figure clad in full Anthro attire. His or her face is obscured by a mask adorned with elaborate feathers and jewels, but their body language speaks volumes: they're clearly in control here.

The other students seem to be vying for their attention, pleading and begging to be noticed. Some are bound together in rope lingerie or naked except for strategically placed clothing pins, while others kneel before the Anthro with offerings of sex toys or lubricant-coated fingers. The air is thick with desire and the stench of aroused flesh; it's almost too much for you to take in.

What do you want to do next?

The tent is left behind as you continue your exploration of the campus. As you wander through the lush gardens and overgrown walkways, you come across a series of stone steps leading down to a darkened grotto hidden deep within the earth. The air here is cool and damp, and tendrils of mist curl around your ankles as you descend. Torches flicker along the walls, casting dancing shadows across naked bodies writhing in the throes of passion.

In the center of the grotto, a large pool of steaming water glows with an otherworldly light. Floating amidst the waters are various objects: flowers and leaves, twigs and feathers... Even what appear to be parts of some sort of animal carcass. As you draw closer, you see that they're all connected by long strands of flesh-colored rope that disappear into the depths below.

Students are coupled together in pairs, bound back-to-back or side-by-side as they writhe and grind against each other, their moans echoing through the cavernous space. Some have discarded these restraints altogether, preferring to swim freely amongst the floating debris. You can almost imagine them forming some sort of bizarre underwater orgy, save for the occasional surface-dweller who takes a gasp of air before plunging back into the depths once more.

The sounds of pleasure and ecstasy echo throughout the grotto as you watch the orgiastic display unfold before your eyes. Your artistic instincts take over, guiding your hand across the page as you capture every curve, every contortion in perfect detail. The students in the water notice your presence now, their movements growing more urgent and desperate as they try to catch your gaze. You feel a stirring within yourself, an answering desire that threatens to overwhelm all rational thought...

Do you continue sketching or join the students in the pool?

The sound of your pencil moving across the page fills the air, intermingling with the moans and groans of the students in the pool. They seem to take it as a sign of approval, their movements growing more intense as they continue to act out for your amusement. One particularly buxom student swims over to you, her body glistening with sweat and water droplets. She kisses you softly on the cheek before slipping away, leaving a trail of saliva behind.

Another pair catches your eye; they're entwined together in a knot of flesh that defies the laws of physics. Their lips meet and their tongues dart out to explore each other's mouths, as if searching for some hidden truth within the depths of their passion. You could almost believe that you've stumbled upon a secret ritual being performed right before your eyes...

The heat in the grotto grows oppressive, and yet it feels strangely invigorating as well. Sweat beads on your brow and rolls down your spine, trickling between your shoulder blades. With every stroke of your pencil, you feel yourself becoming more aroused, more desperate to join in the revelry.

The heat in the grotto washes over you as you stand up, and it takes every ounce of self-control not to join the orgiastic revelry. Your erection throbs painfully against your pants, begging for release. As you walk away from the steamy scene, cool air caresses your skin and you find yourself in a quiet, shadowed alcove off to the side of the grotto.

In the dim light, a soft glow emanates from beneath a silk cloak hanging from a nearby statue. Curiosity gets the better of you; you move closer, feeling along the cloak's hem until your fingers brush against something warm and yielding. With a practiced tug, you reveal an Anthro girl bound tightly with rope, her body glistening with sweat beneath the restraints. She seems to be in a state of sexual ecstasy, moaning and squirming helplessly against her bonds as her hips buck and thrust into the air.

Do you free her or continue your exploration elsewhere?

As you move further away from the cloaked Anthro girl, your mind struggles to process all that you've seen and experienced today. The images of bound students writhing in orgiastic pleasure are etched into your memory like carvings on a tombstone, their cries echoing through your dreams for weeks to come.

You round a corner and find yourself at the edge of the campus, staring out across an expansive field dotted with strange statues and arcane symbols. The sky is beginning to lighten with the first hints of dawn, chasing away the shadows that had been your companions for so long. As you stand there, gazing out at this unfamiliar landscape, you can't help but wonder what other twisted delights await you in the coming hours...

The field before you stretches out endlessly, beckoning you to explore its secrets. In the distance, you can see the faint glow of a bonfire burning brightly beneath a crumbling stone arch. The wind carries the smell of smoke and sweat through the air, mingling with the earthy scent of recently turned soil.

As you make your way towards the bonfire, you spot several figures moving about in the shadows nearby. They appear to be humans wearing only animal masks and pelts; their bodies writhing sensuously against one another as they engage in a bestial orgy beneath the cold light of the moon. Their movements are fluid and primal, like some ancient rite being played out for an audience of none.

Do you approach them or continue on to the bonfire?

As you approach the bonfire, its warmth envelops you like a comforting embrace. Students mill about in its flickering light, some dressed as fantastical creatures and others clothed in more mundane attire. The air is thick with smoke and the smell of cooking meat; it's almost like being at a campout... if this particular campsite consisted solely of sexually depraved college students.

A familiar face catches your eye: the tall, imposing figure from the tent earlier. They seem to be orchestrating events here, their gaze sweeping across the crowd with predatory intent. You can't help but feel a shiver down your spine as you imagine what sort of depravities they might have planned for later in the day...

As you make your way back towards the campus, the light of dawn painting the sky a breathtaking palette of pinks and purples, you can't help but reflect on everything that's happened over the past few hours. The thought of returning to the dorms and trying to catch even a few minutes of sleep fills you with an odd mix of relief and trepidation. What sort of nightmares await you there? And what fresh horrors will be unleashed once darkness falls again?

The stone arch looms ahead, its weathered surface etched with symbols that seem to dance in the morning light. As you pass beneath it, leaving the field behind, you feel as if you're stepping back into the real world... or at least some perverse version of it. The sounds of music and laughter drift on the breeze, enticing you forward even as they warn of the dangers that lurk in the shadows.

Do you head straight for your assigned dorm or seek out a quiet place to rest and gather your thoughts first?

As you hurry through the campus, the halls seem to stretch on forever. Shadows shift and dance around you, flickering in and out of darkness like specters haunting your every step. Despite your haste, there's a feeling of unease settling into the pit of your stomach; you can't shake the feeling that someone, or something, is watching you from the corners of your eye.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, you spot the door to your assigned dorm room. With a sigh of relief, you reach out and turn the knob... only to find it locked. Panic begins to rise in your throat as you fumble with the key, finally managing to unlock the door and stumble inside. The room is dark and stuffy, the sheets tangled and damp from who-knows-what kind of activities during the night.

With a weary sigh, you collapse onto the bed, your body immediately seizing up in protest as it reminds you how long it's been since you last slept. As your eyes drift shut, you can swear that those shadows dance just a little faster...

As you slip into the welcome darkness, your mind drifts back through the events of the past few hours. Images of bound students and depraved rituals flash before your eyes like a twisted fever dream. The soft moans and cries of pleasure echo in your ears, sending shivers down your spine despite yourself.

It feels as if you're floating, weightless and detached from reality. Like all sense of time and place has been stripped away, leaving only a hazy awareness that something isn't quite right... yet there's an undeniable thrill in not knowing what might happen next. It's intoxicating, addictive even. And you fear that once this dream ends, reality will never seem quite as vibrant or exciting again.

As you finally succumb to sleep, your last thought is of Jade and the promise you made to help her escape from this nightmare... but it's buried beneath a deluge of erotic visions and forbidden desires that threaten to consume you whole.