The four girls circle around you, laughing victoriously and this arouses a roar of laughter from the rest of the class. Mostly from the other girls who look on with fascination, but also from some of the boys who also seem to be eager to see you get devoured. You stare down at your feet in disbelief that you could have fallen for this kind of a trap. As the four girls run their tiny hands over you and the laughs of their classmates echo in your ear, though, you don’t begin to panic.
It’s just craft glue, you tell yourself. It can hardly hold the popsicle sticks together… there’s no way that it’s going to hold you to the floor. Sure, you feel like you’re pretty well stuck, but if you tried hard enough you’re sure you could break free. But right now the devilish grins of the four girls as they grab at your clothes and make threats to you are, to say the least, piquing your interest. You might as well play along for a little bit and see where this goes. After all, you probably won’t let them actually eat you, right?
“Girls, this isn’t funny.” You say in your stern teacher voice. They seem to disagree as they keep on giggling. The Asian girl has undone your belt and has started to unloop it while the Hispanic one tugs down the front of your pants.
“That’s because it’s not a joke!” The red head taunts, looking up at you with an adorable mischievous smile. “We caught you, now we’re going to eat you.” It’s funny how girls always seem to restate that threat when taunting their prey. Is this as much fun for them, you wonder.
The blonde one has dragged her stool in front of you and is now standing on it as she rips of your tie and starts to pull open your shirt rather than unbutton it. You notice now as she tugs at your chest, that you’re now eye to eye with her as she stands on the stool.
“You’re not allowed to eat teachers!” You declare angrily at her, but she looks back at you defiantly.
“Oh yeah?” She declares “My sister and her friends eat their teachers all the time!”
“”Sides,” the Asian one says “boys are s’possed to be food anyways.” She and the Hispanic girl have tugged your pants down around your ankles and are now using scissors to try to cut them off of your body. You instinctively try to jump a little, but your feet remain stuck. You’re not really stuck here, are you?
Your situation has gone from being kind of cute to substantially more dire. The girls have removed all of your clothes except your underwear (which now hides a shameful erection). You try again to lift your feet, but you’re much more stuck than you thought you were.
The girls gather again in front of you, ready to remove the final article and completely expose their prey. The class looks on anxiously, as you stand there stuck to the floor.