As he squeezes your mounds hard enough to be almost painful [but is somehow quite stimulating and enjoyable], you try to breast-vore him just like you did Ricky, but he apparently knows about breast-vore too and despite squeezing hard, he doesn't squeeze hard enough to force his way in. Nor are you able to pull him in. You grab his hands with yours, trying to push them in, but again without success, even when you push hard. It seems he knows this type of vore better than you do and somehow, you just can't make any progress. Well, if those hands won't go in, you certainly want them off you, and so you start pulling, with an equal lack of success. They continue to caress your mountains, warming them in a way that is both enraging and arousing. OK, if you can't get him to stop, you can make him pay. Maybe he has all the combat advantages from being behind you, but your fists can still hurt the lout.
Well, maybe if you could move them...
Your hands are just stick to his, a complete shock to you. You know that every part of a vore can absorb people, but the back of the hand? That's new to you. Why would he want to do that?
For this very purpose? He feels a girl up and when she tries to stop him, she just gets captured more? Sounds too much trouble to you, but it does make a sort of sense. But that brings out other questions, and since you can't do much else at the moment, you might as well ask this clown what he is up to... ""If you are going to eat me, why go to all this trouble?" you ask, "You could swallow two or three in the time you are taking."
"Four or five at least," your assailant replies, "But I'll be able to eat you 9 or 10 times. When I digest you, you will reform in my larder and you will reform them every time you are eaten, so I can gobble you every time I feel like it."
"I am not going to be your food!" you object, "Particularly not some staple you can treat so casually."
"Yes you are," he counters, "I can already feel you yielding."
He has a point. Your breasts are starting to swell with emotion from his stroking. You are trying to tell yourself that you hate his taking advantage of you like this, but you are enjoying it more with each moment. Your nipples are becoming rigid with excitement and even if you could push or pull his hands away, you don't think you can get up the will to do so. Worse, one of his hands now starts to slide down your body caressing as it aims for your most sensitive spot. You try to order your legs to at least close and deny him some degree of access, but instead they spread, leaving you fully exposed to his tender violations. His fingers probe you all too delightfully as you try to un-birth him, but again he proves able to defeat your efforts, and now your excitement is rising all too rapidly. It is all you can do to hold it in. And then even that is too much.
At least you just moan to acknowledge you have gone over the top, but it was forced out of you and now he doubles his efforts to your delight and horror. That moan is soon follow by a scream of ecstasy [which turns a few heads of passing students, but they lose interest and turn away, about what you would expect when vores are all over the place], and then by a tidal wave of passion that causes you to crumble against your assailant.
As you sink to the floor, you hear him say with satisfaction you can still despise, "Now you are about ready" and you can feel him pushing you into position for doggie sex, but you can not summons the energy to resist, not even when he gets into position between your legs. You do manage to open your mouth, but you can't even manage to say "no", at least not before it's too late.
His thrust is at first nothing to thrill to and you can concentrate on trying to object, but you find your passion rising rapidly and soon you are enjoying, and hating, an explosive climax. Worse, you can feel him shooting into you. And then you hear him announce, "Now time for you to be food."
You try to do something, anything, but you can make no meaningful movements as he grasps your feet and puts them into his maw. You try to think of some way to at least act like you can resist, but all you can do is become more excited as he devours your limbs until you convulse in delight as he reaches the apex of your thighs. and when he plays with your damp desire, you are overwhelmed by a brain-blasting explosion. The next thing you know, his lips are starting on your swollen mounds, and your nipples are quivering with emotion. You climax twice before he finishes with your girls.
Your shoulders follow quickly, and you soon find yourself looking at a rapidly shrinking ball of light as your head is swallowed too. Then you are being squeezed onto a ball shape and can do nothing. You do hear him, unfortunately, "It won't take long to digest you, and tonight, I will gobble you a couple of times to get you used to your new life." Great, about the time you were going to a feast, you will be one instead. But all you can do right now is fade away until you are unconsciousness...