Detention (Part Four)

He struggles fiercely against her hand, to no effect whatsoever. “Good boy, Bunny! Keep squirming just like that,” she giggles. “You know how to please your Goddess.”

She lowers him to below the hem of her skirt and suddenly he can smell her; a musky smell with a cloying sweetness to it. He tries to scream at her, but in her excitement she’s holding him too tight and he can’t get enough air in his lungs.

His last glimpse of her before he’s under the skirt, she’s smiling down at him with a frightening hunger in her eyes, licking her lips.

She pulls out the waistband of her bright pink panties with one hand, and with the other she gently slips him into the moist warmth inside. Above him, the elastic snaps shut against her and seals him in darkness.

He can hardly breathe, and the air he does get is dominated entirely by her overpowering scent. He struggles to try and climb out somehow, but can’t get any kind of grip, and her panties hold him tightly against her. He’s disgusted and utterly humiliated to find that the more he moves the wetter she gets, and he can hear her muffled giggles and stifled moans above him.

She starts walking and the movement of her legs continually pushes him into uncomfortable positions, forcing him to keep squirming.

A couple of minutes of this go by and it feels like an eternity; he’s already exhausted. He wonders if she’s really going to keep him in here for the entirety of last period. There’s nothing he can do but wait for her to decide to take him out. He’s never felt more powerless in his life.

He hears her stop in the hallway to chat with some of her friends. He screams and struggles, but keeps choking on mouthfuls of her wetness and suspects that his tiny voice is too muffled by her panties to be heard anyway.

It’s infuriating to hear her casually chatting and laughing while he’s in this hell that she’s put him in. He can’t believe what he’s been reduced to. She’s just going about her day as if everything is normal, and just casually using him as her own personal sex toy. As if it’s nothing.

When she sits down in class and the movement of her legs stops, it’s a relief. But just as he manages to find a position in which to remain still, he feels her hand against his back, through the panties. She pushes him into herself, forces him to keep moving to fight for air. Up above, he hears her stifle a moan.

She keeps doing this to him for about half an hour while the class goes on. It pisses him off that she would disrespect one of his colleagues by quietly masturbating during their lecture, much less that she’s using him to do so. He wonders if she’s been secretly getting herself off in his own class. Possibly even while fantasizing about tormenting him like this.

After an indeterminate amount of time, she surprises him by reaching into her panties and pulling him out. She quietly holds him up to her face and winks at him conspiratorially, as if they’re in on this together. Before he can shout to get someone’s attention, she pops his head into her mouth. For the next few minutes, she just sucks on him absentmindedly as if chewing a pencil. She pulls him out only just enough to breathe, so that he never has a chance to call out for attention. There’s gum in her mouth and she plays with it with her tongue, pushing it against his face and then peeling it off again. To his disgust, he keeps catching mouthfuls of her spit.

Eventually she gets bored with this and pulls him out again. She holds him down on her thigh, keeping a finger against his mouth to keep him quiet. She pulls a small piece of gum out of her mouth and presses it firmly against his mouth. Her saliva oozes out of it all over his face. She releases him and giggles as he almost staggers into the ravine between her legs. He tries to pull the gum off his face but it’s too firm and he can barely make a dent in it.

She picks him up and brings him to her lips. Quietly, she whispers “Good luck, Bunny.” She kisses him and then, to his astonishment, puts him down on the floor next to her feet. He notices that she’s kicked off her pink shoes and left them lying next to the desk, but doesn’t think much of it. Is she letting him go? He can’t believe it, but he doesn’t waste any time. He immediately starts running. She’s alone in the back row of the classroom so he heads towards the front.

He’s about to get clear of her desk when she places her bare foot directly in front of him, blocking his progress. He turns around with a sinking stomach to see her quietly giggling down at him from her chair. She’s not letting him go, she’s playing a twisted game with him; making him run for his life while she toys with him with her feet.