Chapter 7 by Coy-toy

What do you choose?

Might as well pick your fate

You already felt some eyes on you, just as a handful of other freshmen boys and girls started to exit behind you. Shit, yea, you were about to be screwed… literally. You look around fast, seeing if there was atleast a tolerable (you couldn’t get your hopes up for promising) fate.

The group closest to you were a gaggle of cheerleaders, but they were busy talking to each other and hadn’t noticed prey were loose. Nearby were groups of assorted girls near outdoor bondage stations, likely hoping to toss people in as fucking stations.

At a base of a tree were upper class Futa with a completely bitch suited puppy on a leash. You wondered who the puppy was to end up like that, and what it’s life must be like…

You suddenly heard a yelp, and looked back to see there were also some upper class Futa waiting on the sides of the doors, catching their prey like grizzles catch salmon. You had to pick your fate fast or it be chosen for you.