Wonder how you're going to be abused next.

This time, you have to look up - and past a breast that seems like a fleshy wall in front of you - to lock eyes with your aggressor. And what a sight. Ivory skin that becomes unusually red around the cheeks. Raven hair that seems dishevelled, strands of it cutting lines across her face. Lips shut together and grinding, as if she's gritting teeth behind them. Thin almond eyes that seem to grimace, to complete what seems to be an expression of pain. You'd think she was the one being held against her will, not you...

"You." Her voice is an agonised groan. "You're coming with me."

You don't see much point in objecting - after all, it's not like any of your other schoolmates has asked before taking you wherever they want. And so you are dragged, her hand gripping your forearm uncomfortably tightly, in completely the wrong direction. You're barely able to keep up with her - her stride is far wider than yours, and she's walking with purpose. She only stops when she reaches what seems to be her destination - a shaded spot, around a corner in a corridor.

With both hands, she grips your shoulders - again, a bit too tight - and shoves you down to your knees. Given how the six days before today have gone for you, you're starting to get the picture of what's going to happen. It doesn't even surprise you when she slips her panties off right then and there... or when she grips your short hair (though you yelp from how hard it is) and brings you under her skirt.

"Eat it. Now."