You hate bullies. Really hate them. Kinda of strange since you are almost a bully yourself. [You prefer calling yourself as sticking up for your rights.] But you don't attack bullies just because you want the victims for yourself [tho mousy little girls like this do make easy meals]. You guess you just don't want to abuse your food. "You leave her alone!"
Bad mistake, maybe? Three faces, three hungry faces, turn towards you and you suddenly remember you are all alone. [Well, technically Miss Mouse is on your side, but you figure she will run as soon as she can. You are tempted to run yourself, but that is no way to deal with bullies. Of course, standing and being devoured doesn't sound so good either.] "Well, well, we have another volunteer. This makes things a lot better." the apparent leader announces.
"We still only have two girls." the least of the three objects, "How do two go into two?"
"Two of us grab a head. The third plays with the other ends." This leads to an argument over who is the odd man out. Each is willing enough to do a little rape, but nobody wants to miss out on lunch. Sadly they do not argue hard enough to give you a chance to make a run for it, and they seem to be coming to an agreement you won't like. But when you don't want to retreat, and don't think you can, what is there to do, but stand there and hope for some luck?
That, you suddenly get. This stupid blond comes rushing around the corner and crashes into the arms of the leading jerk. "Great! Now we have one each."
"Hey! Wai..." the blond protests, but he ends her objections by swallowing her head. Whatever she was late for, she is going to be a lot later now.
But by now, Miss Nerd has gotten to her feet and is taking off running. She is round a corner and out of sight almost immediately. Her chance of escape looks poor since another of the louts is right behind her, and gaining. Still, that leaves you with just one to deal with. Not that this is wonderful. He is bigger than you by a good bit, almost certain stronger, and surely more experienced in vore battles like this as well. Maybe you have a chance now, but you are very much the underdog.
So you take a step back as he takes a step forward. No more than a step. Turning and running is hopeless. You would be on your way to his belly before you got a dozen steps. As long as you face him, he at least has to be cautious. A rash lunge and he would find his head in your mouth. So he must be cautious. Sadly he seems entirely willing to patiently maneuver you into a helpless situation.
You have got to do something, and quickly. This being a vore school, anybody who might come upon you would be more likely to eat you than to rescue you. You have got to do something rather than hope for rescue. But what? ... Well... It's a risky idea, probably outright folly, but what other choice do you have?
Quickly you turn to run. You only take a few steps before you suddenly fall to your knees, becoming a large lump, one you hope is the right size for tripping over. Now you must hope, desperately, that the next thing you feel is this fool falling over you instead of his hands grabbing your ankles and shoving your feet into his mouth.
And that is what you feel. In fact, he does a complete cartwheel, ending flat on his back and just a bit stunned. As fast as you can, you open your maw and engulf his head. He is struggling, but you have never lost a meal once you got his head in your mouth, and he is not going to be the first. His dumb t-shirt tastes terrible and slows you down as you get it out of the way, but it only slows you down. An arm reaching up to claw at you is instead guided into your mouth and becomes a tasty snack. Those shoulders really stretch your lips, but you manage it. Now it is just routine to swallow the rest of him.
Not that it is without problems. Vore is very sensual, and your lips sliding over every inch of his skin stimulates your meal until his staff is gigantic. Normally tongue or hand can be used to make that problem shrink [which is only fair. You are enjoying the meal, so helping him enjoy it too is just being nice.] But you are not in the mood to give this lout any jollies if you can avoid it. So your hand is working to get his tool out of the way instead of off. You are proud of yourself when he has not gone over the top before his equipment is entirely in your throat.
Soon you are happily lying there with a very pleasant and gigantic bulge in your belly. Your happiness does not last long however...
"OK, I think there is room for you now." Looking up, you see the leader of the louts. There is no sign of the blond, except for his stomach looking like he had swallowed a watermelon. [You look like you have swallowed a dozen.]. Your situation is in every way worse than before. You can barely stand, much less run, or even walk, and fighting is about out of the question. He can just about swallow you without you being able to do anything about it. How are you going to get out of this?