Charge ahead...

Time is running out, you can hear the voices coming down the path behind you... getting closer. There are only two guys ahead of you at the toilets, surely you can get by them easily enough. You shift from one foot to the other nervously... its now or never you know. Once the other three guys get there, you won't possibly be able to get away. That's it you take off running towards the lights, hearing your foot falls coming they get ready to block the path.

The first guy spreads his arms out wide, blocking off one side as you charge straight towards him. But at the last second you pull off a quick spin move, ducking past him on the inside. Your amazed at how easily you managed it, all those years playing Madden on Xbox has really paid off. But just then the second guy steps out from around the corner, arms flung out as he lunges at you. Quickly you pull your patented spin move, dodging around him was just as much skill as you did the first guy...

Or not... you can feel warm fingers on the back of your neck, suddenly your sweater is yanked back hard. You have a split second to realize that he's grabbed you, before that powerful yank along with your own momentum spins into the wall of the restroom building. Your head hits with a solid 'Thunk', and darkness suddenly spills over your mind like a water fall.

“What did you dumbass's do?” You hear a angry voice demand, it sounds like it's coming from a very far away. You struggle trying to get back to consciousness, but it is proving much harder than you expect.

“Fuckin' bitch had some moves... just barely managed to horse collar her ass.” A second voice replies hotly, as you moan softly while your eye lids flicker.

“Why the hell did you slam her into the wall? I told you to just grab her.”

“I didn't... was the bitches own momentum... slammed her.”

“Well I aint gunna fuck no dead bitch.”

“AAAAAH.” You moan feeling hot hands on your legs, moving up your thigh's under that short skirt. Fingers up around your hip's slipping under the waist band, suddenly those silky pants were tugged sharply down.

“Fuck... bitch aint dead... and it aint no bitch either!” A third voice snorted in amusement, as you just manage to crack your eyelids open to see five guys looking down at you. “Looks like we done found us a sissy queer bitch.”