The witch was no match against three women. A loud groan of pain and bliss leaves her throat as she topples on top of one of the girls. Her legs kick weakly as Kanoe tries to desperately wiggle free of the mass of bodies. Any attempts to rise only causes the girl's palms to grind and mash harder on her engorged mammaries. The mixture of pain and never ending arousal was taking a toll on her stamina. A light damp spot was forming in her panties from her moistening folds.

"L-Let...ahh..me..go," She moans.

Her eyes gaze at the camcorder in her hand. She knew there was no way to escape these women. The least she can do is try to save some of her pride. Fighting the hand holding her wrist, she attempts to smash the camcorder onto the ground over and over. Her mind tries to keep focus on smashing the device, hoping other students passing by may hear the struggle.

Their struggles make the girls press down into Kanoe harder before they finally begin to sort themselves out... but even as they do, she smashes the camcorder against the ground! Kanoe lucks out, and it crunches against a large rock. There was a squeal of surprise from the girl who was holding it, and suddenly she seizes Kanoe's wrist and tackles into the witches' shoulder.

Kanoe is knocked onto her back, and onto the girl still holding her. She grasps onto Kanoe's breasts harder, struggling to pull herself up and out from under her. Finally, two of the girls grab onto her arms, pulling them apart, and the one that was molesting Kanoe squirms to the side and sits on her legs. All classmates, all women that frankly irked the proud mage... and she hadn't been shy about making them aware of it.

"But who'da thought you'd be such a SLUT, dear?!" Their little leader sneered at her, leaning over Kanoe, and grabbed one of her breasts roughly, squeezing and rolling it like a piece of fruit. "What do you have to say about THAT, I wonder..."

The breath exhales out of her body in a loud groan. There were too many of them. Her brief moment of victory was short lived as she lets the broken camcorder slip from her fingers. The amount of pressure on her breasts left the witch gasping in pain and pleasure. The fight was quickly ebbing from her as they pin her limbs down. Her eyes try to focus enough to glare at the leader but her focus was sent spinning as her swollen orbs were molested.

"I..Ahh...Y-You...Ohhh...You b-bitch.." She moans.

The woman could feel Kanoe's pulse through the pale orbs. The state she was in seemed to muiltiply the rubs, making it feel like dozens of tingling strokes across her breasts. Her eyes began to flutter as her head rolls side to side, trying to fight what they were trying to prove.

Carol glowered and mock-leered at her. "Ohoooh! Who's calling WHO a bitch, now?" She twisted her hand, mashing the orb and twisting her nipple roughly! "Aren't you just a trumped up slut, you cocky bitch!" She pulled her hand back, but one of the others coughed and looked her way. After a few moments, Carol calmed down.

"Well, we can see who's the slut here, can't we?" She lightly slapped her hand across Kanoe's breasts, making them quiver and bounce against one another! "Aren't you ashamed to have these hanging out where anyone can see them? Maybe you should apologize for being such a stuck-up cunt..." Carol always had a habit of being entirely polite in mixed company... and being downright crude and nasty when there was no one to impress. Unfortunately for Kanoe, now she was the subject of that cruelty, and Carol had a 'pound of flesh' to torment her with...

Her breasts sway and rub against each other. The blow did not hurt but the feeling of Carol's hand and her breasts rubbing together left her shivering. The twist to her nipple left the witch crying out as butterflies flutter madly inside her stomach. The pain was quickly replaced by a searing heat of pleasure and sensation causing her eyes to flutter once more. She could not control herself. Whatever was happening to her body was leaving her completely helpless before this woman's assualts.

"L-Let..Ahh..me..go..." She moans softly, her arms weakly tugging against the other girls' grip.

She smirks at her, giving her a good glare in her eyes. "Heh... no." She slowly pushed her hand into Kanoe's breasts, mashing and rolling it about. "Not the way you act around us, you bitch. You owe us big, so what are you going to do about that?" She gave another cruel yank on Kanoe's breast.

"Sandy! Go get your cell." Carol said, gesturing to the girl who had the camcorder before. She looked confused, but then brightened and dashed off. With a smirk, Carol grabbed Kanoe's other tit, squeezing and mashing them together. "So? What are you going to say?"

"Wh-What?" She barely manages to moan out.

It was becoming harder to think as Carol continues to mash and mold her throbbing orbs like clay. Her insides were fluttering as her juices began to moisten her damp folds once more. It took several moments of writhing in pleasure to realize just what that girl was running off to get. The cell phone is not important, it's the camera and recorder that most modern cell phones now include. A low groan was all she could manage in protest as she tries to struggle free. But, the constant squeezes and rubs quickly ebbed away any fight she had in her. Slowly, she looks away from Carol's glaring eyes.

"Ahh..I...I'm...s-so... Ohh... S-Sorry..." She was breathless as she moans from the woman's actions, "I'm..I'm...nngh.. A cunt! I'm a cunt! Oh god!"

Her eyes flutter and roll back in her head briefly. Saying all that was enough to distract her from the waves of stimuation crashing through her chest. She could feel a damp spot growing in her panties. Her cheeks flush a soft pink showing her heat and arousal.

"Oh, you better believe you are a cunt!" She snarled, still molesting her roughly, pulling at her nipples now. With a leer and sneer, Carol's face came in until she was nose to nose, smirking into her eyes.

"Say it again... louder this time. Spell it out for all of us, 'cause I'm not happy with that answer yet." She lowered to one knee... but the one she knelt on ground against Kanoe's hips, pushing under her skirt to press against her panties.

"Hah! Are you actually WET??! What a whore!" She exclaims, marveling at her and relentlessly toying with Kanoe's aching teats. The other girls chuckle a bit, one of them a bit uncomfortably... but they all seemed to find some amusement in Kanoe's plight! Their grip loosens on her, however, as they all seem more relaxed and amused at her shame than worried about what she might do.

She could not hold back her moans as her hypersensitive breasts were constantly toyed with. Her cheeks flush deeper as she found out how wet she was becoming just from playing with chest. Things just kept getting worse. She hated this feeling of helplessness but the waves of pleasure rolling through her orbs kept the pale beauty writhing in bliss.

"Mmm...pl-please.." she moans, "I'm..I'm a cunt... Now...Now let me.. Ahh.. Go.."

Her arms weakly pull and try to rise off the ground but her body seemed half hearted to do so. Why get up when so much pleasure was being given?

Her stirring actually made them laugh all the harder at her plight. It wasn't too long before Kanoe caught sight of the one girl returning, cellphone in hand. Sneering, Carol motions towards the overwhelmed witch. "Get some good shots of her. I like that slutty expression of hers."

Poor Kanoe saw the cellphone, then heard the click as it went off. Once. Twice. Thrice. Kanoe's breasts are abused more, squeezed, squashed, tugged on lewdly as the pictures were taken. Then Carol steps closer, beginning to pry Kanoe's legs apart, flipping up her skirt to flash her wettening panties to the camera. "Anything you want to say to the camera?" She sneers. God, this was horrifying and arousing, the fear and excitement threatening to bring her off, right before their eyes! But if she let that happen, she knew somehow they would torment her even worse...

Kanoe watches as the girl returns with a cellphone. She never felt so vulnerable before as the camera began taking shots of her body. Click, her flushed cheeks. Click, her exposed and swollen mammaries. Click, the rock hard nipples sticking out like little thumbs. The witch felt her skirt being lifted as the girl took pictures of her moist panties and glistening thighs.

She shuts her eyes to keep the tears back. The witch felt completely defeated. But soon it will not matter. Her breasts burned with desire and need as hands continuously squeezed and rolled them around. Breathless moans would not stop leaving her lips. She could feel her insides tensing up. No, she can't let herself cum before all their leering faces.

"That's more like it! That look suits a slut like you." Carol sneered at her, motioning. Kanoe's aroused peaks were rubbed and rolled, and her breasts hoisted and bounced in soft palms. It was horrible; her aching teats were exploding in bliss at their cruel molestations, and even the vulnerability and shame of her compromised position did nothing to kill the building feelings.

Maybe... they even fanned those flames.

Reaching down between her legs, another of the girls pulled aside her panties, poking her fingers against Kanoe's labia, tracing her slit with fingertips, prodding for her clitoris. Kanoe's sex was spread for the camera as more pictures caught her lustful face, bouncing breasts, and dripping depths...

These girls were becoming worse than the monsters. The witch moans and tugs at the arms holding her down. It was hopeless, whatever was happening to her body left her too weak to fight back. Toes curl as they tug and pinch at her burning nipples. Just the ripples of pleasure rolling down her breasts was nearly sending her over the edge as her eyes flutter and roll back in her head time and time again. She was barely restraining herself to the point it hursts. Her body needed to cum so bad. The tension in her loins was maddening as every tease, every touch left her insides slowly contracting begging to be abused.

Her eyes take a final look at the cellphone taking pictures. They were attacking one of her many weakpoints, her pride. She did not want people to see what she is right now. A faint whimper escapes her as she felt cool air caressing her spread open sex. Juices flow freely onto the eart as her thighs quiver almost constantly now.

"Pl-Please!" she begs, "D-Don't show..ahhh! Don't show..th-those p-pictures! I'll..I'll do...anything."

The last part was faint as the witch ran out of breath. Attempting to say all of that was enough of a distraction. A loud moan sounds her defeat as her insides began to contract wildly. Juices gush forth onto the teasing fingers, squirting all over the ground.

The girls, especially Carol, laugh and chuckle at her torment, and as she came more clicks and flashes came from the cellphone. Quickly, one after another, Kanoe's orgasm was anointed by dozens of pictures taken of her laying as she did.

"Anything, eh?" She sneered at the fallen Kanoe. "I'll just have to-" Carol's head rose as a twig snapped from nearby, and with a curse she grabbed the girl nearest her and ran. The others hesitated only a moment, yelping and swearing as they took off! And they left Kanoe where she lay, a orgasmic mess of pleasure and shame...

The sounds continued, coming along a path... the same Kanoe used to go this way. Footsteps... someone was coming... and she was like this! Her body, at least, was satiated, but was there any time for her to hide her shameful state?

Kanoe's heart sank as the girls scatter, leaving her there on the ground. She whimpers softly. Despite their leaving, they still had their hold on her with the dozens of photos of her in this horrible state. The witch had to find them but that was the least of her worries now.

For several moments, the witch could only lay there. Her chest shivers with each long shuddering breath as her thighs twitch from the afterglow of her climax. She could hear the footsteps coming closer. Kanoe screams inside her head. Move! Her arms weakly fold over her chest, attempting to resnap her bra. Everything felt so slow as the witch rolls to her side and tries to button up her blouse before the next person sees her like this.