If you push back against the wall, you can stand. And then do a hopping charge!

It looks like a fight's about to break out, and if you don't do anything it'll be eight against one. That's no fair at all!

The other seven girls rush into the room, hearing Talia's call. Most of them freeze right after getting into the room, seeing Professor Phoebe and the missing roof panel, which means you have enough time to push yourself back against the wall into a standing position. Their focus is all on her, and not on your one bit, so this is looking promising!

As the eight girls start to spread out into a cautious pseudo-surrounding of the cockily grinning Professor Phoebe, Talia composes herself.

"Big mistake coming here. You're not saving this one, Phoebe. In fact, you're not saving another one ever again!"

Talia's confidence and rushed, gleeful way of talking scares you a little bit, but Professor Phoebe doesn't look shaken. Not even a little bit!

"What are you going to do? We both know that nobody here can even come close to handling me." Professor Phoebe says. "Just pack it in and head home for the weekend, all of you. Debbie's my student, and you're not touching her."

One of the girls at the edge of the semi-circle crouches down and picks the flung remote up off of the floor. Talia looks over with an eager, brash expression, and gives an excited nod.

It looks like the fight's about to start! Here goes nothing!

"KYYAAAAHAHAAAHAAAAAA!!" You shout, hopping forwards off the wall in a headfirst charge towards Talia.

When you get close enough, you wind up your legs for a single, powerful headbutt leap, and-

"Uff." The wind leaves you as you fall forwards onto the ground, Talia having stepped out of the way of your attack. Drat! Okay, this is fine, you just need to get up again and-

There's a loud beeping noise as the remote's button is pressed, followed by the creaking of hinges and the churning of motors as the wall behind you opens up. Bound and on the ground, you wiggle to get a good look over your shoulder, as a swarming mass of pink tentacles is revealed.

"W-woah..... eep!"

As soon as they're freed, the tentacles start lashing out around the room. Everybody jumps back and out of their range, all but a few of the girls looking absolutely shocked, and Professor Phoebe with her jaw set and a grim expression. This would make things more complicated, but she should still be able to deal with whatever exactly's going on here without any problems, so long as..... wait a second.

Everybody's pressed up against the back wall now, well out of the tentacles' reach, but you're still all tied up in place, wiggling on the floor. Professor Phoebe's eyes bug as a tentacle slaps against your leg, wrapping tightly around your ankle, and quickly pulling you in towards the horde.

"No!" She shouts, rushing forwards off the wall and crouching beside your leg. With one hand, she holds your body in place against the pulling ****, and with the other she works on unwrapping it from your ankle. Its grip is really tight on, and you wiggling doesn't seem to be able to shake it off, but she's making good progress. That is, until six more tentacles wrap around her arms, three on each, and pull them out to her sides. "N-no!" She repeats, standing and struggling with all of her might while in their grip. You squeak, the pulling resumes full ****, as you're taken into and held up against the wall of pink.

Professor Phoebe's clearly being pulled on quite hard, and you just saw how strong even one of these things is, but she's slowly losing ground. Eyes closed and teeth gritted, she tries to pull her arms forwards and out, but a quick tug has her feet sliding a few centimetres backwards and towards the pink wall. She stumbles, then catches herself and leans forward, trying to leverage her way free. A few more tentacles slither up to try wrap around her legs and pull them out from under her, but now that she's only focused on herself, she's able to be prudent enough to keep them away with sharp stomps and kicks.

"You can do it, Prof- mmf!" As soon as you open your mouth to wish your teacher luck, a tentacle takes the opportunity to slide into your mouth. It's slimy and squirmy in there, and soon pushes its way down and into your throat, filling and bulging it significantly. "Mmnngh!!"

Still, Professor Phoebe's not losing any more ground now. She's not breaking free either, but the tentacles look like they're tiring out sooner than she is, and she's doing a great job of keeping any more away from grabbing her. She's super strong, she'll definitely not lose to this, right now!

Talia watches the sight in complete awe, eyes wide and mouth agape, as Professor Phoebe struggles in the tentacles' grip. It looks like she can hardly believe it. Still pressed up against the back wall, she finally musters up the courage to peel herself off of it and push forward, taking tentative steps towards when Professor Phoebe stands. As she gets closer and closer, that look of complete disbelieving astonishment never leaves her face.

"S- nngh! Stay away from me!" Professor Phoebe hisses through gritted teeth and Talia grows nearer, ever-so-cautious to keep her own safe distance from the swarming tentacles.

Stepping right up to Professor Phoebe's face, Talia gets in close to analyse the expression. The effort, the strain..... it's unbelievable. Her own expression gradually gives way to intense smugness as she reaches forward toward the defenceless teacher, unbuttoning her shirt, and cupping her bra-covered breasts in her hands. She gives them a quick jostle, as if weighing them, grinning wickedly all the while and with a manic look in her eye. Her fingers sink into the soft flesh as she fondles and manipulates Professor Phoebe, molesting the female annoyance that all of a sudden didn't seem so tough anymore.

The other girls, pressed up against the wall, all look to be a mix of terrified and excited as they watch the sight before them. Their leader and Professor Phoebe, with the professor all strung up and getting played with.

"Get- get your hands- off of me." Professor Phoebe growls, in a deeply commanding voice.

Talia gives her a sickly-sweet smile, leaning in and increasing the intensity of her through-the-bra massage. Leaning in close, mouth right next to Professor Phoebe's pounding and twitching ear, she quietly whispers. "What are you going to do, then?"

A shiver runs down Professor Phoebe's back, as Talia leans back arrogantly. Then, giving each boob a light slap before releasing them fully, she winds herself up backwards and delivers a kick right into Professor Phoebe's jaw. The impact sends her stumbling a few steps, nearly cross-eyed from the sudden **** amidst all of her strain, and that unstable footing is all that the tentacles need to pull her over backwards and onto her bum. Talia laughs cruelly and incredulously, overconfidence filling her entire being, as Professor Phoebe is dragged back towards the wall with the floor rubbing against her bouncing tushie.

"N-NNOOOOOO!!!" Professor Phoebe shouts. "YOU- YOU CAN'T-"

It's the last thing she says before her back is brought flush with the pink wall, and a tentacle is slipped down her throat. Talia's incredulous laughter continues, building in intensity exponentially, as she backs up to the other wall again, doubled over in joy the whole time. Little laughter tears are forming in the corner of her eyes as she watches Professor Phoebe struggle uselessly next to you in the wall, which she flicks away with a finger. Smugness, joy, and feelings of complete victory all fill Talia up to the absolute brim, as she snatches the remote from the hands of one of her friends, and presses the button once again. There's another loud beep, followed by the same loud grinding and sliding as before. The sight of Talia laughing with all she's got, and the other girls looking terrified, is the last thing you see as the doors finally shut and encase the both of you in absolute darkness with nothing but each other and the tentacles.

In the time that Phoebe's struggling began and ended, the tentacles had stripped off all of your clothes. If the focus of any girls wasn't on Professor Phoebe, they doubtless would've seen you on full display against that wall as the thick tentacles slid their way up inside of you and started pumping. Legs kicking, toes curling, mindlessly cumming..... it's all that awaits your conscious mind for the rest of the time that it exists. That, and Professor Phoebe's pathetic whimpers as she sprays the insides of her expensive suit beside you, cumming her own brains out in due time. The last thing you're able to comprehend is the sound of your professor gasping loudly as the tentacle retracts from her throat, followed by her pitiful and silent-adjacent whispers.

"I-I'm s-s-s-sorry, Debbie- U-ungh, ungh, ungh- CUMMING!!"

The Argent Sorority find themself without much more resistance, from now on. Talia never stops boasting about what she pulled off, and she's more than happy to show anybody who wants to see it the proof. That is, the babbling, incoherent, barely-able-to-walk, thoroughly toppled mess that became of Professor Phoebe. The one that shivers and cums herself into a sleepy dreamland from something as base as a headpat or a handshake, too drained to even scream or moan as she silently sprays her brains away one more time, to collapse in a heap on the floor, at the feet of whoever did her in this time around, snoring dreamily. With that considered, it's hard to imagine what ended up becoming of a girl like you. But then, that's okay, because you can't really imagine anything anymore now anyway.