Captured Classroom

adir hit the doors of the school with all the force he could muster and the rest of the gang was hot on his heels. Panic was rising inside the large, black and muscular career criminal to the point that he was drenched in a cold sweat. The cops weren’t far behind and this made Kadir feel like a rat in a trap; he was starting to feel cornered and with no way out. Yet, still he pressed on for he knew that if he gave up, he would go back to jail and that was something that he had vowed that he would never do. As long as there was air in his lungs and space in front of him to move, he would keep on running until he was either safe or dead. After all, he was the gang's leader and they had trusted him to plan the job and then get them out safely. Now, though, Kadir didn’t know where he was leading them because he was running on nothing but blind instinct. Instead, he was simply moving in whatever direction he thought kept the sirens at his back. It was only because the old sedan they had hijacked had finally blown its engine right outside the school that he had impulsively led the guys inside and, the more time passed, the more it was looking like that was a bad decision. For Kadir had no illusions about hostage situations, he knew hostage takers almost never got away. Still, he had learned long ago that you couldn’t go back and undo past bad decisions so, for better or for worse, his team was now stuck with his decision to run inside the school. In the end, it might have been something that couldn’t be avoided for Kadir knew that any animal being chased would only run for so long before it would look for somewhere to hide and that’s what he was doing now. So, they now moved quickly and quietly as Kadir breathed a silent prayer that it was after regular school hours and the cool and dimly lit hallways were, at least so far, devoid of other people.

All his men were experienced criminals and the sounds of sirens and screeching rubber tires were nothing new to them even if this time it meant that the police were surrounding the building. It was now starting to look to Kadir that his gamble had failed. They had not gotten away and it was looking more and more like there was no way out. As he and his men silently raced down the hall, Kadir mind reeled as he desperately thought of what he should do. It may have to be a hostage situation after all. The only other choice was trying to shoot their way past the cops and that was about as likely to win them their freedom as was taking their own lives. Then, just as Kadir was on the edge of despair, a woman’s voice came floating down the hall and it somehow sounded like salvation. It just seemed so incredibly perfect as it was high, lilting and feminine while also being articulate and authoritative and it now reached out and grabbed his muscled black frame and spun him around in its direction. It was still far enough away that Kadir couldn’t quite make out the words that were being said and yet it now drew him as if he were a moth transfixed by a light. Instead, it was the sound of the words being spoken by that elegant, sophisticated, and very white sounding female voice that now drew him in. Kadir's favorite thing in the world had always been white pussy and the smarter and more stuck up it seemed that pussy was, the more the 6’ 4” hardened criminal wanted it for his own. He was now starting to feel better for, although the chances of them escaping hadn’t improved, things were looking up and, if they were going to take hostages, then gorgeous white pussy was the best they could hope for. With his men right behind him, Kadir sprinted down the hall.

He could now tell that the voice was coming from a small room in the corner created by the intersection of two hallways with long rows of metal lockers. There stood an ordinary metal door; slightly ajar, Kadir noticed it was the one room that still had its lights on. As he approached on silently running feet, he could see that the window in the door was covered with construction paper. Here then were his hostages for what else could he do? There were no good alternatives and running circles through the hallways wouldn’t help him at all. No, the best he could hope for right now was to have something with which to bargain and Kadir couldn’t think of anything society valued more than pretty white pussy. If nothing else, perhaps it could buy him some time until an answer finally came to him. This had always happened before and Kadir hoped it would happen now. There was no time to waste and Kadir was ready to get started and so, with butterflies in his stomach, he pushed the door open. He then charged into the brightly lit room, with his men right behind him, and the large black criminal could now hardly believe what he saw. For, in front of his eyes sat a group of 18 people; they were seated in a semicircle seemingly stunned into silence. All except one that is for, in the room, there sat a gorgeous tall blond lady whose desk faced the rest of the occupants and she now continued to speak as Kadir and his men suddenly froze.

“So we’ll just wait a couple more minutes for the rest of the parents to arrive and then we’ll get star-”

The tall blond lady finally did notice the intruders and their presence now shocked her so much that she actually stopped speaking without finishing her word. The classroom seemed very ordinary with wooden chairs that were integrated into a desk. A flat writing platform lay horizontally in front of the person sitting at the desk and this could also be folded up and moved out of the way in order to more easily get in and out of the chair. The wood of the desk was bonded to a metal frame and the seat and the legs of the chair were all one piece. This provided for an opportunity to create storage below the seat of the desk as the piece of metal that made up the chair’s frame was hollow and a large hole was a part of its structure where a student could store her books. In front of the semicircle, the tall gorgeous blond lady sat at a teacher’s desk that was facing the opposite way and in this uniquely positioned piece of furniture Kadir saw the owner of the voice. Surprisingly, she was even more gorgeous than he had imagined. Now that he had a chance to look at her he could see she was a lithe and statuesque blond who must have been around 6 ft. tall and she wore a conservative looking, full-length cranberry dress. As she noticed Kadir she now rose from her seat and then stepped out from behind her desk. As intelligent as Kadir could see she was, the tall, blond lady who gave every indication to being the leader of this group was still taken aback and, as she tried to process just what was going on, Kadir took a moment to make mental notes on just what he was seeing. The classroom seemed to be about half full and looked to be populated by mostly women although, on second glance, Kadir supposed that wasn’t exactly true. While it was mostly populated with mostly females, Kadir now saw that those females were about evenly split between women and girls. And they all seemed to be crowded on the far side of the room; it was almost as if there was something on this side of the room that all the women and girls wanted to stay as far away from as possible. Because the ladies populated the far side of the room, they were right in Kadir’s field of vision when he burst in and it was only now that the lead bank robber looked to his right and saw what had made the ladies so uncomfortable.

For, seated to his right, in their own group of chairs, were four short and fat black boys who were, without a doubt, the ugliest people Kadir had ever seen. This was partly because they seemed to have something wrong with their faces as their round cheeks hung down like jowls and their noses all ... well, turned up wasn’t even the right term. No, something had happened to these kids and Kadir guessed it had probably happened in utero that had turned their noses into snouts. That was it; that was the only way to describe it. These weren’t just regular boys. No, if ever there were to be creatures that were a cross between a pig and a fourteen-year-old black boy, Kadir was sure they would look exactly like the monstrosities he was looking at right now. And they didn’t help themselves with their current appearance. For even though they were all dressed in the obligatory school uniform of white button-down shirts and khaki pants; their clothes were dirty, rumpled and worn. They were shabby and scuffed and had obviously been bought used.

The boys and their clothes then were everything that the women were not; ugly, dirty, classless and unkempt. It made for the most shocking of contrasts for, as Kadir now looked around the room, he was sure he had never seen such physically perfect women in all of his life. In height they varied widely and the pretty blond lady was by far the tallest. Looking at her Kadir thought she must only be about four inches shorter than him. This contrasted with the smallest woman in the room who Kadir assumed to be a teacher because, like the tall blond lady, this shortest of all the ladies was wearing a cranberry dress. Strangely enough, despite the four large black men having just barged into the room, this shortest of all the women was still smiling.

I know the type thought Kadir. Anyone who was asked to describe her in just one word would come back with the same answer. Perky.

Indeed, this shortest of all the women, despite the recent shock, now still exuded positive energy and Kadir wondered if she would still have that same energy if she were naked on her back with his big black cock impaling her little white pussy. After all, she was the definition of the word petite; that was all of her except her tits. For, on her slender frame now hung two impressively massive mammaries. In fact, as Kadir looked around the room he noticed that every single woman and girl seemed to have extraordinarily large breasts.

What the fuck is this? Kadir now thought before the perky blond spoke up.