Schoolgirls?

As Victoria navigates the winding forest path toward the sound of the screams, she is greeted by a slightly overwhelming sight. Three girls dressed in Vicky’s school’s uniform, a white blouse over a red, plaid skirt, and a black tie running down the middle. Wait, two of their ties were missing? Anyway, she had seen girls like this before, they were no ordinary classmates—they were wannabe gas bullies.

The popular girls, like Sophie and Ann, used their sex appeal and strength to **** other girls into embarrassing situations, often stinking them out with their butts, feet, armpits, or whatever else was rank at the time. They would post pictures and even videos harassing and humiliating weaker girls all over Stinkstagram, and they gained such a large following over time that eventually girls all over school started trying to copy them, setting out on their own to find victims to **** for themselves.

Vicky had already dealt with a few of these imitators on the way to school, but this was different. They normally roamed around solo, giving Vicky the chance to show them the error of their ways. They may be fairly weak on their own, but the idea of taking on three of them at once is still a daunting task.

The bullies have one girl surrounded, a pretty (at least under normal circumstances) tanned girl with red hair. The captive looks recently tied up—two neckties have been turned into makeshift restraints, one binding the red-haired girl’s mouth and the other wrapped tightly around her wrists.

Upon closer investigation, Vicky notices that two of the bullies are much shorter than the third. The taller one, silver-haired and truly well-proportioned, has an air of supreme confidence and superiority about her. She’s got to be the true villain, here! Her two “minions,” as Vicky guesses, are quite the package deal, it seems. They’ve both got jet-black hair cropped into bob cuts and creepy grins plastered on their dumb faces. They’re maybe 5 foot at best, but they more than make up for it in assets, packing in some admittedly massive boobs into their loose-fitting tops, with their skirts custom-shortened to emphasize their incredibly round rears and thick thighs. These little goons could be a problem, after all. All three of these girls have clearly struggled a bit to completely capture their prey, chests heaving deeply as a layer of sweat coats all three girls, but with the twins clearly perspiring more.

Just then, the “boss” barks an order to the smaller bullies, “Nina, Mina, I think it’s time to show this ginger bitch your new special move! It’s about time she learned her place…” A look of understanding dawns on the two dark-haired shortstacks, and they laugh maniacally as they **** their captive to her knees, stand on her left and her right, pull down their sweat-soaked red panties, and ram their fat asses backward. Two walls of flesh smash into the girl’s left and right ears, encasing their victim in their soft, smelly booty meat. They begin grinding relentlessly, their wobbling butts forming a hellish, sweaty prison.

The ginger inmate, to her credit, tries to resist, weakly grabbing her jailers’s butts and thighs and anything else to try to **** them off of her! Unfortunately for her, this pisses the minions off. They quickly each grab on of her arms, forcing each limb between their thighs before squeezing their legs together. There’s no escape now.

“Ha, Mina, did you see that? This little loser thinks she can fight back! Doesn’t she know there’s no escaping our *Double-Trouble* finisher? The one on the left says.

“I sure did, twin sis, she REALLY shouldn’t have tried that! The cabbage stew we had last night is just so **** to teach her a lesson.” Says the one on the right.

“Maybe next time she’ll worship our big butts right away! That would’ve saved her soooo much trouble. Oh well, let’s show her what we’ve got!” Nina says.

BRRRRFFTTTT

FFFSHHHHHH

PRRRROOOOPPPPPP

BRRRRAAPPP

A cacauphony of nasty poots are unleashed on the poor girl’s head, drowning her in a horrid, slimy stench on top of the sea of ass meat she was already buried in. The minions giggle uncontrollably as they jiggle their bubble butts all over their victim’s face, rubbing in the stench a bit more than necessary.

“Ahhh, I could get used to this feeling, Nina. I love having a lame little face for me to dominate forever.”

“Now, now, dear sister, we gotta share her until we can find more faces to smush with our awesome, fat butts!”

Victoria, horrified and unfortunately a bit mesmerized at the impressive, devilish display, realizes she needs to do something!

Should she free the ginger girl and try to fight 2-on-3? Should she play it stealthy and lure one of them into a solo fight? Should she challenge all of them head-on? Is there another option?