Try to Escape

So you're entirely sure what you agreed to when walked through the door, but the implication of those options hits you like icewater down your back. Stocks? Literal fucking medieval stocks? No thanks, you'll be having none of that shit!
Your escape is not planned, it's definitely not graceful but it's powered by desperation. You turn on your heel before you're conscious mind is entirely caught and by the time you're realized that you have to get out, you've already scrambling past Big Lindsey and made for the door. It's been years since you regularly exercises, but you don't survive long as a bottom-feeding reporter without being scrappy, wily and - most importantly - knowing how to Haul Ass.
You're almost at the door and for a short, glorious moment you dare hope that you're getting out of this with your skin intact. Minxy seems stunned as you run past her and for a moment the open door seems a beacon of hope in the dim museum foyer. Then suddenly you realize that the thumping you hear isn't simply your heart working overtime in your chest - it's the sound of heavy footsteps behind you.

Heavy. Footsteps.

Even though you know it's a bad idea, that you need every ounce of speed to make it out, you glance over your shoulder.. And instantly regret it. Because Big Linsey is running straight for you like something out of an Schwarzenegger movie. The adrenaline rushing through your system seems to slow down time and for a moment you get a perfectly 4k slowmotion view of this freight train school girl racing towards you and you notice every detail: her big breasts bouncing with every step, the clenched jaw and determined expression, with a hint of something predatory. But adrenaline alone will not save you and the seconds you've been staring in shock turns out to be crucial.

Big Lindsey hits you with a tackle that would've made a professional rugby player envious and for a brief moment you wonder if this is how you die, before she instantly drives you to the floor. You fall down in a confusing tangle of limbs and all air is instantly driven from your lungs. If you hold any hope of wiggling free, it shortly evaporates as she twists and pulls around you until you suddenly can't move at all. It takes a few seconds for you to get your bearings and then you realized that Big Lindsey has you in a straight submission hold. Your neck is pressed against her soft, fat tits, one arm is around your throat, the other has locked your hand against your chest. Once more you test her strength and find that you can't move at all - Lindsey's strength is simply beastly. A powerful, heavy leg cuts across your waist, the other forcing your legs open.

You're completely helpless in the arms of this schoolgirl.

Speaking of now Minxy moves into your field of view, tutting. Her short skirt barely hides her most intimate part as she confidantely strides all the way in between your legs, looking down at your restrained form with a fierce hunger.

"It seems our boytoy won't just go along with our game.." She says with mock disappointment. Big Lindsey only grunts and adjusts her grip slightly so you sink further into her bosom and your legs are spread a bit wider.

"Guess we have to.. soften him up a bit, don't we..?" She says, leaning forward to tap your crotch with her foot, hard enough for a jolt of sickening pain to shoot through your body.