Defilement

Outside several more girls had stopped playing and began watching. Jane's discomfort grew as more girls caught wind of something happening in the library and opted to check it out as opposed to playing on recess. A small group of six or so had formed a semi-circle and weren't more than ten feet away.

Small beads of sweat formed on Janes' forehead and she wasn't sure if it was from the situation or the sun.

"Oh my," breathed the old nun, "I think this bra was way too small for you deary," she continued as she circled behind the unsuspecting teenager. "See all those lines," she said as she slipped her hands under Jane's armpits and cupped her breasts from behind.

Jane looked down as the nun hefted up her breasts. She was right. There were lines of constraint on them. Funny, it never seemed to bother her before.