Traci didn't usually jog this late in the evening at the high school track. But the recent heat wave had made it nearly impossible for her to run any other time during the day. The track and locker rooms remained open during the summer vacation for students, staff and former students. Traci, 18, had graduated in June.
Now she was standing in the girls' locker room shower, letting the water flow over her. She came in when the sun had set after about a four mile run. She ran her hands over her shoulder length blonde hair, tilting her head backwards to feel the lukewarm water on her face.
She moved her hands to her breasts and watched the water collect as she held her open palms under her nipples. She poured the water over the top of her full, firm tits, following it with her hands down her flat stomach and between her legs.
Her fingers passed over her clit, followed the folds of her pussy and found her cunt. She inserted a finger briefly, then moved back up and gently massaged her clit. She closed her eyes and relaxed.
Suddenly, a hand covered her mouth. A second hand grabbed her left wrist and yanked it behind her. The arm was pushed high up her back. Traci's muffled scream could hardly be heard above the sound of the shower. Her attempts to move were thwarted by a lifting of her left arm and the subsequent pain.
A soft voice said, "Be still and you won't get hurt. We don't want to harm you, but we will if we have to. Understand?"
Traci nodded. Her mind was racing. What was happening? Was that a woman's voice?
"I'm going to let go of your arm," the voice said. "Remain facing the wall."
Traci's arm was free and she let it hang by her side, the pain slowly subsiding. She could feel skin against her butt and her back. Water flowed between Traci and the attacker.
"I'm going to let go of your mouth. Don't scream."
The hand went away and Traci breathed in deeply.
"Turn around and face me," the voice said gently.
Traci turned and stood face to face with Susan Knowles, a math teacher at the high school. As water fell between them, Traci stared unbelievably at the naked woman in front of her. Susan was in her early 30s, thin and athletic, with long brown hair that now fell wet over her breasts.
"What is this?" Traci asked. "What do you want?" Over Susan's shoulder Traci saw another familiar face?Ken Swift, a 28?year?old assistant football coach at the school. He, too, was naked with a long, thick cock hanging semi?erect between his legs.
"You," Susan replied.
"You can't...you have to let me go," Traci said urgently, trying to step around the other woman.
Susan grabbed her with surprising strength. "Not yet. Do what we say and you'll get out of here."
There was a moment of silence as Traci took in her surroundings and evaluated her choices.