Winnie almost escapes
Winnie was already at the top of the stairs before Ronny reached the first step. But he didn’t lose sight of the skinny legs running up there under the fluttering hems of her short dress and coat. He had to catch her before she escaped out of the building, and he had to quickly get her back downstairs and under control. The adrenaline and blood pumped him up to a hungry predator.
His fleeing prey was already short of breath from the shocking manhandling by the big guy Ivan a few minutes ago, and from the distress of staying out of reach of the young bastard that had started harassing her. And now from the threat of being taken. Having sprinted the stairs and realizing that the same bastard was more determined than ever, her heart raced and hammered hard in her chest, and she trembled and gasped of fear that she would not make it out.
Winnie arrived at the front doors, pulled an inner one open, and threw herself at the outer, fumbling desperately to unlock it to get it open. She whined as the boy burst through the door behind her and she knew he’d catch her unless she gave up the door. She escaped sideways and halfway through the next inner door heading back into the hallway. But he got hold of her coat and slowed her down.
“Nohh…!” she gasped and pulled herself loose as he was hit by the swinging door. And she ran. Without a plan, just the only way available, into the corridor on that ground floor. He was right behind her, and quickly catching up. She felt so terribly naked and unprotected in her short wide coat and dress and cried out in defiance already the moment before she was taken.
“Ouch… bitch…!” Ronny had cursed when she slipped out of his grip using the door against him, but now the slender beauty was out in the open – running on heeled boots and thin half naked legs just at arm’s length ahead of him. She made it to the entrance of the dimly lit corridor, but no longer.
He got another hold of her coat which again slowed her down and pulled her back out of balance. The next move went as automatic as if he had never done anything else in his entire life. His left hand continued around her waist and stomach and the right hand plunged in under her short coat hem, in and up between her smooth nyloned legs, from behind. Her scream went girly thin as he took a solid grip of the young woman’s ass and crotch.
“Oh, yeah… fuck…” he grunted while struggling to hold the desperately squirming and kicking girl. “…that’s good… teacher pussy…!” His fingers dug into the thin nylon and silk over her soft openings against the weight of her as she tried to fold and clench toward the floor. He managed to hold the skinny little woman up off the floor, allowing him to continue to molest her, and he even got her feet off the ground, making her kick into the air. He started to carry and drag her back, out of the corridor, into the hallway, and towards the stairs.
Winnie had never been taken like this before. In fact, not in any way. She was an absolute untouched virgin. She had imagined and feared what it would feel like, but the boy’s hard grope of her most private place came as an unimaginable shock.
“Niiih…!” she whined with her girly thin voice. She clenched around the invading hand and tried to push and pull and kick him off of her, but he was locked like a cleg vice hard to her waist and crotch. “Let go…! Please, noohh…no!”
Ronny was just more aroused by her whining protests. She was fighting, but not very efficiently, and she was lighter and skinnier than he had even imagined. Under the coat and dress there weren’t much muscles or anything – just a slender and soft girly body. He still had it tough keeping her under control and off the floor, but it was very rewarding. He loved the fight and to take her pussy and ass and hear and feel how it shocked and humiliated her. He was rock hard and couldn’t wait to rape this terrified beauty once he got her down the stairs and out of sight from the doors of the hallway. He thought it would be much better to rape this young woman than a schoolgirl.
Winnie was dragged across to the top of the stairs. The first paralyzing shock of having the boy’s hand taking her up her skirts was getting accompanied by a growing anger over what this young bastard had the nerve to do. But also by a panicking fear of realizing that just protesting and trying to protect herself and resist wasn’t enough. He still had his fingers violating her defenseless crotch and he was about to bring her back downstairs – undoubtedly intending to continue with doing even worse things to her if he succeeded. So she finally started to kick and writhe more fiercely.
Ronny laughed wickedly and roughened her with more force and took her harder. She cried even louder, and he moved his hand from her waist and put it over her mouth. “Oh shut up, bitch!...”
She managed to hit the handrail of the stairway with her boot, kicking them both sideways making him loose his grip of her crotch and allowing her to slide halfway down on the floor to protect herself.
“….fuck!...” he got angrier of her resistance, and kept his hold over her mouth, muffling her protests and cries. He grabbed her around her throat with his other arm, locked her head and pulled her halfway up and started to drag her down the stairs. She kicked but couldn’t find foothold, and had to try to hold herself up only by holding on to his arms.
“…OK…so you’re a fighter!” he growled while struggling with her on the way down. “…don’t like to have your precious teacher pussy taken, huh…?!” Her cries had changed into muffled protests. “…but just you wait, little lady! I’ll take you good!”
Winnie managed to pry his hand off her mouth. “Nooo…you basthhh…let gohh...!” she whined as she was dragged all the way down. “Please no…! I don’t want to!...” She feared what would happen as soon as he got her down there, so her protests were dissolving more and more into whimpering and he let her mouth be and concentrated on holding her by the neck and a wrist.
But the two other women’s protests had become more desperate as they realized that Winnie hadn’t managed to escape. “Let go of her! Nohh…!” Seeing their terrified friend being dragged back down like a rag doll by the youngster, it became increasingly clear that they were in danger of being raped by these thugs.
Ivan had been forced to take a break and let the pussy of his tall girl be, so she would stop squirming – otherwise he would soon cum by the stimulation from her wiggling bum against his hard groin in his lap. He let his hand rest on her naked thigh and loosened his grip around her upper body, but held her sitting back on his thigh as he watched Ronny pass them on the way down with his resisting catch.
“Let go of me!” Christine shouted. Now that she was no longer locked in his armpit she started boxing and pulling and prying to get out of Ivan’s hold. But Ivan managed to hold her back. “Take your hands off me!” She wanted to scream for help sharply to attract attention from anyone outside of the school, but she didn’t dare, fearing that the brutal bastard would hit her or silence her by other means. So she limited herself to her sternest protests. “Let her be!” she shouted at Ronny who held Winnie by the neck and a twisted arm that obviously caused her poor little friend a lot of pain.
And Lillian was getting hysterical: After Ken straddled on top of her was done molesting her tits more or less undisturbed under the threat of slapping her – he had become so horny from dominating the pretty woman that he took Ivan’s advice to stuff her mouth and started unbuckling his pants. She cried in horror and squirmed all she could, no longer most afraid he might slap her. The thought of having a cock up her face was revolting.
“Hey, Ken!” said Ivan. “Wait! Isn’t there somewhere inside here we can take them?” He nodded at the door opposite of the toilets. He knew it was taking a too high risk to rape the women here – their screams might be heard from the road. Ken got irritated – he almost had his stiff cock out – but he had to agree. “Yes, damn it, there is a hall inside there…Yes – it is perfect – thick walls and doors. No windows!”
Ivan got up, pushing the tall girl stumbling with him away from the stairs. “Stay put!” he commanded.
Suddenly free, Christine was still too shaken to do anything but follow that order – with hammering heart and heaving chest, she wanted to squat down to hide and protect her taken crotch, but she remained standing undetermined on numb legs and trembling knees. The humiliation and shame of having been reduced to a plaything by that brute – of being taken between her legs for as long as he had pleased – was flushing through her. She fought the tears and whimpering that pressed from within, and barely dared look up to see what was going on around her.
Meanwhile, Ivan was over at the door. It was locked. “Keys!!” he requested, but knew where to look. He first stepped over to Winnie and searched her coat pockets from behind her while Ronny held her by her wrists. He found the car keys and dangled them around her face.
“Keys of your car?” he asked into her hair. The terrified young woman just gaped.
“Yes or no!” She refused to answer. “I mean, is this the little bum that took the driver’s seat?” he mocked and took a grip up her ass with fingers halfway inside the hems of the coat and dress.
She shrieked and jumped. “Niih! ... I mean, yes…!” she admitted, thinly, to get free.
“Alright, hehe…” he snickered and reluctantly released his grip of the girl’s perky little buttocks in between her skirts and laces and let her be in Ronny’s control. He put the keys in his own pocket. Then he searched Christine’s coat on the floor.
That kept Christine’s brain busy enough for another few seconds that she still stood paralyzed and watched him swear at finding nothing.
Ivan moved over to Ken who had teacher Lillian on her back under him, halfway on her coat. Ivan took the opportunity to feel her exposed and defenseless pantyhosed thigh up with one hand while he searched for contents in the coat underneath. She protested and kicked and clenched wildly, but was stuck under Ken straddled over her upper body. Ivan found the keyring he was looking for.
“Haha, yes, it had to be the old school hag, didn’t it!” he burst a bit irritated of himself, giving her thigh a hard squeeze which made her whimper. “Giving so much responsibility to such a leggy tease, isn’t that a bit risky!?” he mocked her over Ken’s shoulder. He stood up and walked over to the door, noticing that Christine had taken a couple of steps towards the stairs.
“Don’t you even think of it, miss!” he warned. “I’ll catch you!” His voice was hard, and she winced and froze. He tried one key after the other, while continuing to harass the shuddering girl. “It’s too cold for you outside in that little dress! You’re much better kept warm by me, don’t you agree?”
Christine shuddered and gaped of his threatening and demeaning words, but it was so revolting to be humiliated like this by a young bastard that it sparked the fury she needed to start thinking again how to fight back or escape.
Meanwhile, Ivan found the right key and got the door opened. “OK – come on – all in here!” he commanded.
“No – don’t let them!” Christine tried to make her friends resist. “Fight now!” She knew it would be devastating to be taken into the combined gym and shelter hall – no-one would hear them in there. Suddenly, she attempted to run for the stairs, but on her heels she was too slow, and Ivan was there swiftly to stop her.
“I told you not to!” he shouted at her and caught her thin naked arm in a hard grip, pulled her down from the two steps she had reached, swung her around, dove under her and threw her high up over his shoulder.
She shrieked and immediately tried at the same time to make her short dress cover her butt while she kicked and pushed to get down, but both were futile. Ivan picked the women’s car keys up from his pocket and threw them at Ronny, who caught them in the air. At the same time, Ivan was there to take over Winnie from him, taking her by her irresistibly thin perfect little neck.
“Nnnogghh…” Winnie moaned of pain, half-choked, holding her hands defiantly just up and out.
Ivan grinned happily to feel how she submitted to his single-hand hold. “Ron, go drive their car behind the building, OK!?” Ron understood and ran upstairs. He didn’t want to miss a second of the action.
While holding tall Christine squirming over his shoulder by a solid grip around her struggling thighs, Ivan bent Winnie down forward, and force-walked her into the short corridor behind the door he had just unlocked.
“You’ll be here for quite a while!” he explained to his two captives, feisty Christine who was protesting loudly and kicking and fighting, and Winnie who was whimpering by the pain and fear from the big hand choking her defenseless soft neck.
“Hey, Ken! Get your old teach in here too!” Ivan shouted over his shoulder. “Time for class!”
Lillian was stiff with fear and breathing heavily as the youngster swore and got his pants buttoned back up and got up of her. It was like being saved by the bell, but only temporarily. She lifted herself a bit and pulled the dress down to cover more of her legs before she would attempt to get on her feet and think of how to not get overpowered by this punk again. But before she got that far, he grabbed her arm and pulled her over rough and hard, so that she ended face down. He put his knee in her waist and spine, brutally punching the air out of her, and while she gasped, he put a hand up between her thighs, under the dress. He knew this would make her instinctively reach behind her to protect herself. As she did he grabbed her wrist, and plunged it hard up along her back almost to her neck. She gasped in pain and froze, to not have her arm broken.
“Get up, teach!” he growled, aroused by the power he exerted over the whimpering woman. He pulled her arm, and Lillian could little do but comply, supporting herself with the free hand, getting her legs up under her and getting on her knees and then feet. She was shaking from humiliation and fear and anger, and her trembling heeled legs felt like jelly and could barely hold her. But the brutal little thug held her and twisted her arm so hard that she had no choice other than standing straight and stumbling forward where he directed her – in through the door after Ivan, who had her two poor younger colleagues.
“No, please, it hurts!” she begged. “Please, not in there! I don’t want to!” The sheer thought of what might happen in there made her resist desperately, to the limit of the pain she could take. “Nhhiii…. Leth…ghhh…!”
But Ken spared no force to move her – he wanted her so badly. He enjoyed her whimpering and whining, and was amazed how soft her arms and joints were and how that kept them from breaking.
