Not so much as phased by the assault, you unhinge your mouth and cover her shocked, contorted face in a massive bite. Your tongue plunges into her mouth, screaming cries that echo off the back of your throat.
Deciding that she might get too loud, you retreat your mouth, and, In one swift motion, snap off the denim tank top she was wearing and stuffed it down her throat, with part of it still protruding from her esophagus. You take the bra and use it to strap her arms to her waist. Similarly, you remove her lower clothing and stick them where they belong.
In less than a minute, Rae had been reduced from a confident, honor-rolling, violist section leader to a helpless, nude, meal, struggling before you.
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