Manhandled

The entire class **** on slowly, and you could barely pay attention with so much distraction. The worse by far was the butch. You found out her name was Cat when one of the girls tried to warn her about going to far ‘with a boy she could never get.’ She didn’t care, as she pretended to listen to the teacher her hand roamed your body below your desk. No matter how many times you tried to push it away or hiss at her to stop, she didn’t, and frankly her hands were to strong to stop. You realize you made a horrible mistake by wearing thin shorts instead of jeans when her strong fingers found their way up your thigh and up your shorts. You try to hiss at her again without the teacher noticing, but freeze when her fingers reach your package. Through your underwear she quickly moves to your sack, two fingers rolling a single of your nuts. You whimper in fear and arousal, as if this cruel woman wanted she could squash it easily... She reveled in your powerlessness, toying with it, slowly squeezing harder and would have gone even farther if the bell didn’t ring.

You stand and try to gather your things and leave quickly, free of her grasp, and only gave a glance to your molester who stared you down with an unnatural hunger. Thankfully you left before she or any other girls could stop you.

Your day continues with lunch, though you could never calm down. Your heart raced, and every time you thought back to class you remembered the feelings of helplessness and the look in Cat’s eye, one of a tiger about to eat a rabbit. You ate quickly, wanting to leave the cafeteria and make it back to your dorm. As you are, you felt watched, the hair on your neck standing on end.

You finally finish, and rush out of the cafeteria. You realize your dorm is on the other end of campus, and you aren’t sure yet the safest path back. Taking a chance, you decide to cut in between the narrow route between the library and the auditorium. But as you do, a large familiar hand grabs you and pulls you into a crevasse, confirming your mistake.

“Be a good little boy and stay quite... or else.” You realize instantly you are in the grasp of Cat, pinned in a shady corner with a hand over your mouth and another pinning your hands above you. The bitch girl looked around to make sure no one saw her abduction, before she tells you exactly what she wants.