You overpower her, but are soon outnumbered.

You can't stop thinking to yourself...what if she's bluffing? You have no doubt she won't try to get something a little more intimate than a kiss from you before she lets you go, if she keeps her word at all. It's hard to trust a word a bimboi says. Everything has to be filtered through their instinct to infect. No, you don't think there is anyone close enough to hear her call for help, and you sure don't plan on surrendering to the one sissy in the squad short enough for you to overpower.

"Hey! Get your hands off me! I like it nice and soft like meMMPH MMM FRAGGUM GRAMMPHER!" Annabelle's alarm doesn't get called out before your hand slides over her mouth. It's a shame you can't risk showing her exactly how 'nice and soft' you'd like to treat her for trying to lead you on and turn you out. Though now that you have overpowered her, you aren't sure what to do with her. You could keep a tight hold around her neck and **** you to show you the way back to campus, but you don't know if she won't just lead you to her friends. You could try to knock her out, but you don't have any experience with putting someone to sleep. You could try to think of a new plan, but Annabelle is biting your fingers and you are too busy screaming and setting her free to think of a Plan B.

HEEEEEEY! I FOUND THE BUNNY! LITTLE LOSER BOI TRIED TO GRAB ME AND DIDN'T EVEN TRY TO FEEL ME UP! WE'VE REALLY GOT TO **** HIM NOW!" Annabelle screams loud enough to wake the dead, and soon you hear the familiar sounds of crashing footsteps and sinister shouts. You run away from the living loud speaker and into the darkness of the woods. You got away from them once, and there sound like less pursuers than before. If you can just slip through their ranks, maybe you can escape again. Your muscles ache and beg you to stop, your respiratory system wheezes for a rest, but you can't slow down now. You have to keep running...keep moving...until you turn to hear a familiar giggle less than a foot away and run SMACK dab into a tree.

"I GOT HIM!" Annabelle jumps on your chest and begins cutting away your clothes with a knife almost as big as her arm. "Bet you wished you kissed me now, huh, you bad little bunny?" She bends over and bites your lip hard enough to draw blood. "Aww! You look so cute with lipstick! That's good! Because you're gonna be a bimboi before bedtime!" Too terrified to fight back while she is brandishing a blade, you stay stock still, hoping for a miracle you know isn't coming. "There's only two of you?! That's barely a gangbang! Can we carry him over to the rest of the hunt party and save him for last?"

Two taller cloaked figures loom over you, the one on your left pulls her cowl back, revealing a dark skinned bimboi with movie star good looks twisted into an expression of surprisingly alluring anger. The fact that it's probably you that she is pissed at doesn't turn you off as much as you would expect. In fact, even stripped nude and surrounded by three hard cocks hungry for your holes hasn't completely killed your appetite. Your own dick stands, if not proudly, perfunctory at attention. You hope the new gurl isn't as angry as she looks and that maybe she can be reasoned with. That hope is short lived as she snarls down at her sissy'ter with a surprising British accent, "I'm not dragging this wanker out of the woods just to share his fanny with a bunch of cunts."

"Yeah! Charlotte's right! He's only got like two holes and there's..." the other figure pulls her cloak down, revealing a bottle tanned and blonded bimboi that is struggling to count on her fingers. "Three!" she shouts proudly holding up her fingers before putting them down, clearly confused on why she is counting.

"Great, Cherry, you can count. We don't hafta take him back, but he was really, really rude to me! So I think we should be really, really rough to him!" Annabelle pouts and she looks so hurt and **** that you almost feel guilty. Then you feel her cock swell against your stomach, and all you can feel is horror and awe at how a sissy that small can have a shaft that huge. You can't let her use it on you! You have to think of something.

"Oh? And we're supposed to believe you're proper hard now? You are softer than Paddington, luv, and Cherry is a terrible top. She'll be begging us to fuck her while I do all the work!" Charlotte sounds pissed, and Cherry doesn't look too enthusiastic about this either. Your only chance is to try to appeal to their general disinterest and convince them you're more trouble than you're worth.

"No need to go hard on me! I'm a total pushover! I even got so scared by this cute little thing that I tried to keep her quiet, but I was too timid to even do that. Plus I ate a lot of tacos earlier so you might not want to knock on that back door if you know what I mean. There have to be way better bois to hunt tonight, or even real studs that can give you a proper fucking. Look at me! I'm naked, terrified, and beaten. What point is there in fucking me? You'd probably be doing me a favor. I would actually get laid as a bimboi. So what do you say?" You look up with the most innocent expression you can imagine. The strangest thing is, they seem to actually be considering it! Everyone turns to Charlotte, who seems to be making the decision for all of them.

You hold your breath...