College girls' locker room RP(open)
 

Somewhere, deep in some forest or another, there exists a university. It is an ancient university, a holdover from medieval times, and as such has a fairly conservative curriculum: many classes which have long since gone out of fashion entirely at other schools have remained requirements in this institute. It is run, moreover, by a dean who may order all university employees to restrain from overt violence, but has no difficulty coming up with "innovative" solutions which are in practice far beyond what most schools or governments would permit.

He can do this, though. The university, despite these flaws, is certainly renowned, and its grant of local autonomy, a holdover from medieval times, remains to the present day and gives the university a certain level of oddness that the surrounding communities would fast find illegal.

More to the point... Physical education, as a course, seemed increasingly irrelevant. Regardless of all the talk of people in general not being in shape, the students certainly were, and the class was both easily passed and completely unimportant to anything beyond being a requirement in its own right.

There had been a growing upswell of student annoyance about this class, but it continued undaunted. However, many of the female students had learned the fine art of delaying, and not wanting to exhaust themselves any more than necessary, they often spent as much as a third of the class time changing slowly or talking in the locker room.

And the gym teacher had had enough. After one particularly egregious example of delay, a couple new rules were announced.

1. While only girls may change in the girls' locker room, male students will be allowed to enter the room for the purpose of observation. Any violent acts committed against males who are only in the room for peaceful observation will be fiercely punished.

This rule, for obvious reasons, caused a vast uproar: Even putting aside the immense embarassment/shame/unwanted revealing the rule entailed, rape was already a problem on campus, and the idea of letting horny males into a room of naked or only half-undressed girls could certainly not be helpful -- especially when it was so easy to corner them in shower stalls, and mace interfered with changing.

All things considered, given the natural desire to at least do things fast, get out, avoid being seen, this rule would've been enough. However, there was still the concern of exercise: how many of them had barely even made an effort?

Hence, the second rule:

2. While students may still defend themselves, no acts of rape or other forms of sexual assault committed during physical education inside the locker rooms will have any legal or academic consequences.

The next day, in the girls' locker room... well, let it be roleplayed.

Aida sighed, slowly changing into her gym shorts. The new gym rules were just landing her and the other girls into a widespread rage, but there wasn't much they could do about it. Her parents had sent her to this conservative, mad academy, and she really had no choice.
She'd taken way too long as well, coming late to the locker room, and she could see most of the girls were already changed and gone, trying to avoid the "observation period".
Biting her lip slightly in fear, she began to take off her regular shirt, searching for her gym shirt, which she could've sworn was in her backpack.

Kazuo sat calmly into the locker room, his member long having since sprung into arousal at the sight as he sat on one of the benches. As he sat on one of the benches, the freshman's seven-inch erection larger than he had ever seen it -- then again, so many girls who he had once strained to look down the shirts of discreetly were either in their bra and panties or baring it all.

And if he could overpower them, he could rape them, and no consequences would fall his way. However, thus far, it had been scary to even try -- he was, after all, fairly nerdy and whatnot, and it seemed as though he'd just end up bleeding and still virginal. So he seemed content to jack off, gripping his member as his eyes turned to the various girls.

But now, so many were leaving, and it seemed as though staying any longer would ruin his own chances at changing. But not all had finished... so he turned his eyes to Aida, smirking as she began her search, then standing up to slowly approach her.

She didn't seem to notice, slowly searching for her uniform shirt, still in her bra, feeling rather nervous and exposed.

He gave Aida a long, lustful stare, then grabbed hold of her from behind, bringing her tightly to him in what would've almost qualified as a hug, if not for his malevolent intentions.

Aida let out a gasp, struggling angrily as she tried to figure out who it was and if it was just a fellow female classmate joking around.
"Let me go! Who is it?"

Kozue glared at her, fingers moving into her bra as he prepared to tear it off of her. "No one you'd know. And just why should I let go of you?"

She screamed for help, utterly terrified as she struggled against the hand moving against her bra.
"Stop it! Stop it, this isn't funny!"

Kozue remained calm, his position hiding the lust in his eyes as she could feel his erect member through his boxers against her hip, squeezing the girl's breast despite her struggling. "I didn't intend for it to be funny... or is it that you can only take sex with one such as myself as a joke?"

Aida gasped in surprise and terror, trembling in his arms.
"No...No...not that...this is wrong, please don't do this..."

He shook his head, then forced his hand into her gym shorts as he lowered his boxers with the other, unfortunately(for him) weakening his grip on the girl. "Showing off a body like that, you think you can just say "no" and have someone listen? Sometimes the guy who takes the bait isn't the one you want."

She groaned and gasped in surprise as she felt his hand slipping into her gym shorts, struggling fiercely.
"Noo...I'm not baiting anyone...let go of me...you won't get away with this!"

"Really? They legalized it exactly for this reason... what can I say? You should've been faster." He answered, his calm smile seeming almost at odds with his lustful attempts to ravish her as he removed his boxers entirely and fondled her buttocks, although her struggling prevented him from really getting in a good squeeze.

She gasped as he fondled her firm behind, still wildly struggling.
"I'll scream!"

He shrugged, trying in vain to rip off her panties. "Go ahead and scream, it doesn't really matter to me."

She screamed in utter terror as he ripped off her panties and exposed her bare slit, shuddering and moaning.

His member already as hard as he had ever felt it, the young man thrust his average-sized dick towards said slit, trying to grab onto the girl's legs lest she try to escape.

She struggled and whined, pushing herself up and into the lockers as she tried to inch her juicy pussy away from his cock, gasping and shaking her head.
"No...this isn't right!"

"Right, wrong..." He answered, letting go of one leg to pull on her hair, wound her into submission as he gazed towards her pussy. "It's strange, your body doesn't seem to think its all that wrong -- or is that *why* it's getting excited?"

She gasped, his grisp on her hair pulling her back down in submission so her moist slit was only centimeters from his cock.
"No...no...I don't want this...please...don't..."