It's too dangerous! Find an exit!

If the incident in the gym taught her one thing, it's that the orb was for real, whatever it was. She had to find an exit! Jasmine began sprinting down the hall, which was thankfully empty. Around each corner she was prepared to turn and run at the slightest provocation. Finally, however, she arrived at one of the side exits to the school. The athletic girl briefly paused, grinning. Just as she was about to run for her freedom, something unexpected happened.

The door closest to the doors flew open. The FACS teacher, Mrs. Cunningham. She was a young and attractive lady, which probably explained what happened next. Three men, all them appearing to homeless, covered in dirt and old clothes, leapt after her the moment she cleared the door. She was tackled to the ground. The three men instantly began tearing off her clothes, despite her fighting. They also pulled off their pants. In a matter of a few moments, one of them began thrusting into her pussy. Another shoved his shaft into her mouth, holding her head and pounding back and forth. The third one was rubbing his dick and playing with her breasts. For a few moments, Mrs. Cunningham screamed.

Then she began to moan. She stopped fighting and started moving with them. A lewd, wet noise began to echo down the hall from both her mouth and her pussy. She had turned completely, and was enjoying this.

Jasmine watched with wide eyes and an open mouth. Mrs. Cunningham had always been a nice, reasonable woman, to enjoy getting assaulted by three homeless men...that was ludicrous. Jasmine then realized that one of them was not occupied. He was simply rubbing his dick, waiting his turn. If he noticed her, he would likely turn and attack.

The ebony student turned to run, only to discover there were prison bars blocking her way. Jasmine turned her head around and around, in sheer confusion. They were from floor to ceiling, wall to wall. She was trapped! But...how?

Then there was a pop. The orb appeared in front of Jasmine's face.

"Looks like you're in trouble." he whispered with a smile.

"You rat!" Jasmine whispered back.

"Hey, you walked into the trap, not me. You're the one who didn't go to the principle's office. So, here are your options. You could try hiding in the supply closet, try slipping into the home-ec room (wait, they call it family and consumer science now, don't they?), oooorrrrr you could try and fight through those guys to the exit. I'd be careful though, you wouldn't want them to touch you. I'd make a decision fast, cause one of them is going to look up any second. Pick quickly!" The orb then disappeared with a pop. Jasmine turned back around to see that the scene hadn't changed. Mrs. Cunningham was still on the floor, getting her brains fucked out. The one that was simply stroking himself appeared to be growing agitated. He wanted attention. It was only a matter of time before he began looking around. Jasmine had to pick, quickly!