Run for it!

“Y-you can’t be serious,” Christina pleaded.

“Take your fucking clothes off!”

Christina took a slow step back, holding her hands up in front of her. Denise started walking towards her.

Run!

Christina leapt forward, pushing Denise aside with one arm and moving past. Becca reacted slowly, stepping towards the center of the room but giving Christina enough space to dash by. Kelly was against the door, lifting her hands to catch Christina but Christina put both arms on Kelly’s shoulder and shoved her aside. She grabbed the door handle and yanked- Kelly was only moved over by a foot and the door caught against her shoe. It opened just enough that Christina could slip through, but she felt arms wrap around her waist and pull her backwards off her feet.

Becca had a grip on her. She was a few inches taller than Christina and playing after-school sports had kept her in far better shape. She easily hauled Christina back into the center of the bathroom. Christina kicked her legs out, connecting with nothing but air, struggling to budge the forearms clutched against her stomach.

“Shove her against the wall,” Denise said, “And hold her there!”

Christina was whirled around and shoved flat against the tile wall, face first, sinks to one side and bathroom stalls to the other. Becca leaned her shoulder against Christina’s back and pinned her arms against the wall. She felt Denise grabbing at her leg and kicked at her- she hit nothing and Denise’s fingers latched onto her ankle like talons.

“I said hold her there!”

“It’s not easy, she’s squirming like you wouldn’t believe!”

Christina felt Denise fumble with her shoelaces and then popped the sneaker off her sock-clad foot. Soon her other shoe was wrenched off and tossed aside, and she felt Denise unfastening her jeans. The waistline was tugged down over her hips, revealing her light blue panties, and Denise gave her a half-hearted spank on the butt cheek.

“Have a few extra pounds on this ass don’t you?” She said, roughly pulling the jeans off Christina’s legs. “Little on the thighs and hips too. You’re not fat, but you might get there.”

“Leave me alone! Get off me!”

“Shut up, the more you fight the longer this will take.”

Christina stumbled to keep her balance as her jeans were pulled off. Denise stood up and grabbed at the hem of Christina’s black t-shirt. Becca kept a firm grip on Christina’s wrist and let the weight off her shoulder enough for Denise to pull it up. Between the two of them they managed to get the shirt off and keep Christina corralled against the wall.

“Please, stop,” she pleaded, “stop!”

Denise didn’t reply and worked on unclasping Christina’s bra. A no frills, no lace design that matched the color of her panties. Soon it was loose and being worked off her shoulders and arms. Christina’s breasts, just barely into the b-cup realm, were pressed flat against the wall.

“You can’t do this…”

Denise latched her fingers into Christina’s panties and quickly yanked them down, maneuvering Christina’s legs out of them.

Kelly spoke up for the first time, laughing. “She’s not really naked if she still has socks you know.”

With that Denise peeled the socks off Christina’s feet and stepped back. “Keep her against the wall,” she told Becca.

“Please…” Christina whimpered.

She head Denise moving about for a moment before Becca finally released her. She put her arms over her body, covering her breasts and vagina, feeling the trimmed hair she kept over her mound. She turned around slowly, blushing across her face and chest. Denise was holding Christina’s clothes in her arms.

“Please, you gotta give me my clothes back,” she begged. “Look, I can do your homework for a week or something, or-“

The class ending bell rang, cutting Christina off mid-sentence. She knew that in seconds the halls would be full of students.

“Nope,” Denise said, a smug smirk on her lips, “these are mine now. Either you leave, or we shove you out of here. Your choice.”