Tell Petra to run for it

“Run for it, Petra no sense on us both gettin’ caught!” you say still trying to wedge yourself through.

“Iyda I- “she tries to protest.

“Just go!” you yell. Petra looks dejected but heeds your words, leaving the towel storage room you find yourself in. Oblivious to the world outside you continue your struggle for another two minutes or so. Even moving backwards doesn’t seem to do much aside from pin your breasts uncomfortably. You keep trying to wedge free from the prison you find yourself in.

Suddenly a pair of coarse, leathery hands feel up your legs from behind. The sudden groping forces a yelp out of you as you try and kick them away. Your kicks don’t seem to find purchase as the hand quickly works its way to your quim and begins prodding around. Fingers intrude your tight slit as you are helpless to do anything. You cry out for Petra but she seems to be long gone. The fingers withdraw from your cunt, and in their place a larger foreign object presses at your slit. You sense a sudden building of pressure as…