6TAD Chapter 1149: Alan to the Rescue? (Patreon)

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Christine fought back her growing arousal and decided to exploit  their continued distraction. She said, "Okay, as long as you've got me, I  might as well make the most of it. I can jack you off a lot better if  I'm feeling sexy, and I'm not feeling sexy at all. Why don't we put on  some music and I'll dance a little first?"

The guys looked at each other, scarcely believing their good luck.

Rock crowed to the others, "What did I say? She's just a horny slut, like all the others!"

Christine burned with shame as everyone laughed at her and  leered even more. But as she looked around the room and saw nine stiff  boners waving in the air, the idea of having to jack them all off, and  maybe do more than that, didn't seem so bad anymore. I'm so tired of  being a virgin. This'll end that with a bang. A gang bang, to be  precise. Alan obviously won't ever want me after that. ... No! I have to  be strong! I have the power to resist! Hera, don't desert me! (This was a reference to the goddess that protected Wonder Woman.)

One of the players said to another, "Hey, you know where that CD player is? Is that still around?"

The other answered, "Actually, it is. And I think we've got some Eminem to put on, too. I love that song 'Lose Yourself.'"

"I love Eminem," she lied. She didn't keep up with popular  music much and had trouble even naming any Eminem song titles, though  she knew vaguely that he was a famous white rap artist. "I'll just start  kinda grooving now while I wait. That'll make me feel less nervous."

She started to slowly sway and turn about. The turning was  key, because she used the opportunity to look over the entire room in a  way she hadn't been able to do when she was bound before. But best of  all, one of the thugs left one of the doors that led out of the room  open when he went to go get the CD player. That gave her a chance to  figure out where she was. Although she'd never been in the boy's locker  room before, she assumed correctly that it must be roughly a mirror  image of the girl's locker room. That led her to guess where the nearest  exit was, so she made her plans.

However, she found it hard to move because some of the more  aroused guys had gone from fondling her to practically draping  themselves over her. In particular, everyone seemed to want to get close  enough to rub their erections against her hips and ass.

The most aggressive player came from behind her and wrapped  his arms around her stomach, bringing her swaying nearly to a halt. He  began sliding his hard-on up and down her ass crack, but not for very  long, because he suddenly began cumming onto her lower back. "Oh shit! I  just lost it. UH! OH! Yeah! Oh God. She's just too hot! Sorry, guys."

Ryan commented about the mess that had been made, "Dude.  Gross. Get some tissues or something and clean that up. We don't want to  have to touch that."

Christine was mortified, but there was nothing she could do  about it but keep moving about. At least the other players tended to  stand back a little more now, if only to avoid the cum that was slowly  dripping down her ass. However, a part of her didn't mind that much. She  was surprised to realize that some part of her was actually looking  forward to this - to having nine big hard dicks bathe her in cum.

Face it. Escape is a long shot at best. I can fight it and  be traumatized, or I can maintain some control and enjoy it and learn  from it. Maybe this could be both the first and the most incredible  sexual experience of my life. She managed to suppress those and similar thoughts for a while, but found it increasingly difficult to do so.

With the CD player found, the music began to play and she  danced more aggressively. The real Christine had never danced in public  in her life, but in her dream world there was no limit to how well she  could move, provided that she could will herself to do it. She thought, This  is no time to be prudish. I have to let go and dance like a wanton  whore. It's my only chance to escape. I just have to pretend I'm dancing  for Alan and that it's his huge cock waving in front of me.

Soon she was dancing as if she was an experienced nude  dancer, grinding her hips over and over as if she was fucking the air.  Yet she was still burning with anger and shame, as well as an increasing  degree of lust, and her hatred showed on her face. She didn't realize  that her passionate, fiery expression was just arousing the players even  more.

In a way, the more she moved, the better off she was from a  groping standpoint, because no hand could stay on her for very long.  After a while, the reaching hands all fell away and the players  contented themselves with just watching her dance.

Most of them were trying to hold out for her promised  handjobs and whatever else might follow, but a few couldn't wait and  were masturbating themselves as they watched her gyrate.

Her nine captors had formed a circle around her to help  ensure she had nowhere to go. She found that a problem, but she began to  dance up to and aggressively rub against some of them. She even let her  hand lightly brush past some of their erections. That led to them  slowly crowding in to let her fondle them some more.

Soon she was too boxed in to move freely, which led Ryan to  complain, "Come on, dudes; give her some room. I wanna see her dance.  God, look at the crazy way those massive hooters are bouncing  everywhere. She's got a party going on just on her chest. This is even  better than normal fucking!"

Another brute replied, "Damn, they're so fucking HUGE! And  look at her hips; look at her go! I'm gonna love fucking THAT tight  cunt!"

She thought, A-ha, they're going to rape me in every way  anyway. No matter. With luck, I'll be long gone in just a minute.  Although, would the rape really be so bad? Maybe I should play along and  let them have their way with me. They'd think that they've broken me  and I'd be able to find out all their plans from the inside as the team  cum dump... No! What am I thinking?! That's just a thin justification to  give in. I'm not THAT desperate to lose my virginity, am I? I must be  losing my mind. I have to resist the growing lust, the bouncing rampant  cocks, the hands all over me, the smell of sex in the air! I have to  think of Alan and save myself for him! These assholes are evil. They  don't deserve me.

With renewed determination, she thought, Now that the  symmetry of their earlier circle is gone I can dance between them and  really break things up. Oh gross! Another big dick just brushed across  my leg. God it's big and hot to the touch. Keep your eyes on the prize,  Christine; you're almost there! Almost there... She bent down and  touched her toes, then thrust her ass backwards as if trying to impale  herself onto one of the many hard dicks pointing at her rear. Then she  went back to her usual bump and grind.

One of the players who had started to masturbate found that  was more than he could handle and began spurting cum. He wanted to  splooge all over her, but he directed his shots down at the ground for  fear of hitting some of the other guys, since she was moving around so  much (and he knew they'd be grossed out if his cum touched them at all).

All the players were stroking themselves now because her  naked dancing was just too hot. If she kept dancing much longer it  looked as if most of them would blow before it was their turn for her  promised handjobs.

Someone said, "Shit. Do you realize we're not recording this? Hey you, pick up the video camera!"

That's when Christine decided she couldn't wait any longer.  One second, she was swaying and dancing through the crowd with genuine  passion like some kind of modern-day Salome, but the next she was a blur  of motion darting away. She cleverly avoided going for the nearest  door. She'd realized that, with the vents all covered up with foam pads,  that if the lights were turned out the room would be plunged into  complete darkness. So she'd figured out where the light switch was and  went for that exit.

The room turned pitch black before any of the players could  react. As cries of "What the FUCK?!" and the like rang out around the  room, she followed a carefully thought-out path from the light switch to  the door that had been opened earlier, which was some distance away.  She chose that door because she knew that it was unlocked, since one of  the players had gone through it to get the CD player, and also because  she'd figured out where the building exit must be relative to that  second door.

The next minute was extremely hazardous. There she was, buck  naked in a boy's locker room, only vaguely familiar with the layout and  with nine angry nude brutes chasing after her. If she tripped or  panicked or made even one wrong move, she was done for.

Luckily, she had some leeway because the players were all so  aroused and distracted that it took them a moment to react. Also, none  of them were able to move quickly while holding their own raging  hard-ons so that they could run, plus they were afraid of touching each  others' privates, so they came after her almost single file.

She kept her head and found her way to the exit. Once she was  out of the darkened room it was actually a fairly straight shot down  the middle of the building, through the other rooms. With her heart  pounding a mile a minute and her boobs bouncing and crashing wildly, she  triumphantly opened the door to the outside and was free.

She wasn't exactly completely free, though. While she'd left  the locker room, she still had the closest pursuer just a few feet  behind her as she burst into the daylight. But next came her favorite  part of the improvised plan. She streaked across the open field that  surrounded the locker rooms, glancing back to see how her pursuers were  doing. As she'd hoped, they'd all stopped. In fact, most of them had  retreated back inside the door and were merely poking their heads out to  watch her run away.

Ha ha! Chickens! I knew it! Those losers are too afraid to be seen outside naked in public! HA! As she ran, she looked around and saw the male track team on the nearby  track, running laps. Luckily, they were all heading away from her at  that moment. SHIT! So that's a big reason why they're chicken! I  can't let the runners see me! Damn, but where to go now?! I haven't  planned things out this far ahead. To be honest, I didn't REALLY believe  I'd actually make it out of there.

The school sports complex was separated by about 100 yards of  grass fields, fences, and open space from the cluster of buildings that  made up the heart of the school. Christine knew that she only had a  brief interval before the football players threw on some clothes to come  after her. The school buildings were empty at this time of day but  still not locked, so they made an ideal place to run and hide. But the  players were watching and could see where she was going.

She ran through the school buildings for a precious minute or  two without any plan while she considered her options. Her breasts were  so big that she soon was forced to hold them with both hands as she  ran.

If she just ran through the halls naked, they'd catch up to  her before long. If she hid, there weren't too many places to hide and  they'd probably find her. She could just take her chances running out of  the school grounds, but that was risky too. With no money and no  clothes, where would she go? As an extremely attractive, large-breasted  woman, she might be in as much danger of rape outside the school grounds  as in them. And the football players could still be after her,  following the eyewitness accounts of the busty streaker. If they saw her  leave the school grounds, then she'd be in even greater danger.

She found herself stopping to catch her breath in front of one of her classrooms and thought, The  irony! If people only knew. The school's notorious "Ice Queen" is  running around completely starkers up and down the school halls like a  demented maniac. But the funny thing is, it feels kind of liberating.  I'd actually be enjoying this if I wasn't scared shitless. Hell, who am I  kidding? I AM scared shitless, but I'm still horny as a goat and loving  it!

Then an idea hit her. The theater room! I know Alan goes  in there for his sex sessions. It's a long shot this late after school,  but if he's in there I'll be saved!

The theater room was in Building One, back towards the locker  rooms. She ran down connecting hallways until she came to the outside  door closest to Building One, then opened the door carefully and peered  outside, looking for any of the football players. When she saw that the  coast appeared clear, she ran across the open space to Building One as  rapidly as she could, hoping that she wouldn't be seen. She held her  breasts to her chest as she ran, wishing for one of the sports-bra  'boulder holders' that she had at home, which would have kept her  breasts from jumping around with every step, permitting her to run  faster.

She'd been running as fast as she could since she'd burst out  of the locker room, so she was very winded by the time she got to  Building One. She found an unlocked door and went inside, running to the  theater room. When she got there she started pounding on it. "Alan!  Please! If you're in there open up! I'm in trouble! Big trouble! Help!  Please! It's Christine! Open up!" If he's in there, he may need a  truckload of Viagra, 'cos he's gonna fuck me till I can't walk! Then  again, Amy said that he was like the Energizer bunny, so maybe he  wouldn't need the Viagra to do that.

To her great surprise and relief, the door opened and a hand grabbed her to pull her in.

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