Jen felt an enormous pressure on her shoulders and quickly became light headed, unable to focus on Kyle’s retreating form she collapsed to her hands and knees. As she fell her consciousness quickly returned and once on all fours she was able to focus again, the cold tile floor of the school hallway was sticky under her hands and knees and her four breasts swayed beneath her.
She swore under her breath and tried to stand up, but found she could only lift her arms and raise herself onto her knees, and could get no further. Her knees no longer had the strength to support her.
She dropped back down onto her hands just as a leather collar attached itself to her neck, reaching up in surprise Jen found it completely void of a buckle of fastening mechanism of any sort, it was a perfect loop of leather that ran snugly around her young throat.
The crowded hallway was full of people that were rushing in different directions and Jen was terrified she was going to get stood on. Desperately she crawled back into the empty class room; her pussy hand was no longer rubbing her and now hung uselessly beneath her legs.
Jen dreaded what Susan was going to do to her when she found her...