[Davias_C]

First post here after a while lurking, and it's the first chapter of a story. I hope that I've understood the rules sufficiently not to break any, but please let me know if anything is wrong.

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Curse Karma College Part 1

The events that took place over some months at Charles Kennelworth College would rightfully remain the subject of rumour and legend for many years afterwards, but they started small. The initial events, at least as noticed by most of the students, were subtle enough that they could be attributed to chance alone, though the fact that it seemed to target specifically the Three should perhaps have raised more suspicions.

The Three could not honestly be described as popular, since popular would usually imply that someone liked them, and they didn't even like each other. The best any of them could hope for was admiration, lust, and occasionally a wary respect; the attitude of still others to them was closer to envy or fear and in a few cases outright hatred. Nor did they "rule the school" with a perfectly-manicured fist of iron; British halls of learning do not correspond so neatly to fictional portrayals of American high schools.

Cleo Valentine was mostly content with this. It took a great deal of work to maintain her position, and she was intelligent enough to know the limits of her power. She had influence and importance, which she viewed as far more reliable than mere fickle popularity. Few would have thought that the sweet and adorable little redhead of eleven who had arrived at Charles Kennelworth so many years ago would have someday become the "hellfire-haired she-devil" her worst rivals knew her as – though even then the tiny girl had carried herself with a surprising confidence, and had a certain spark in her eyes. As she had blossomed and grown – though perhaps not as much vertically as she might have wished – so too had had that spark kindled into the wicked intelligence that now twinkled in her leaf-green eyes.

No one could have accused Kelly Jones of wicked intelligence... or much intelligence of any kind, really. She had dirty blonde hair, which didn't help, since it just led to everyone making dumb blonde jokes (which annoyed every other blonde girl in the school, all of whom were at least able to talk while walking). Her figure was naturally curvy, bordering on the top-heavy, and her breasts were quite probably the largest in the school. She was a good few inches taller than Cleo, but this wasn't often obvious due to the way she tended to defer to Cleo in her presence. She was far from some sweetly oblivious girl who didn't realise that cruelty hurt people, however – the only hindrance to her cruelty was that she lacked the imagination to think of any refined ideas beyond the immediately physical. She had a child's cruelty, and left to her own devices would merely hit, pinch or bite those she wanted to hurt. But she was capable of more elaborate cruelties under Cleo's guidance – or perhaps to put credit in the proper place, Cleo was capable of phrasing instructions in such a way that Kelly could follow them – which made her useful to the smarter redhead. And for her part, Kelly liked this, since it let her accomplish more than she could on her own.

Kaya Chandra on the other hand, had no lack of imagination – or of ambition. A tall and statuesque British Indian girl with long and silky dark brown hair, Kaya wanted, more than anything, to destroy Cleo and take her position. The only problems were that Cleo was fully aware of this, and that even if Kaya were to somehow take Cleo's position, she would be unable to maintain it for longer than twenty-four hours. She did not know the limits of her power. She didn't believe in limits of any kind. No one warily respected her as they did Cleo; they feared and disliked her at best. Only her father liked her, and this was entirely because she had successfully convinced him that she was as upstanding and respectable as Harish Chandra was himself.

Since Harish Chandra was the headmaster of Charles Kennelworth, this worked greatly to Kaya's advantage.

A fine illustration of much of this can be provided by the tale of the downfall of the much-loved History teacher, Dr Jennings. Shortly after Harish had been appointed as headmaster, and arrived at the school with his beloved daughter, the old teacher had noticed that Kaya's skirt was somewhat shorter than rules and custom permitted. He had carefully raised this trivial matter – there were always a few students who would try to push the line in this way, and he assumed that as a new arrival Kaya had been unclear on the specific details.

Her response had been to find her father and, weeping, accuse the old boy of being an ogling pervert for having noticed such things; her protective papa had responded by all but forcing Jennings into an early retirement. A smarter girl would have taken such a victory calmly, and realised that having been responsible for such a cruel fate dealt to such a popular professor might make her, in turn, unpopular. Kaya disdained the very idea; she was happy to gloat to all and sundry, and ever since she had always worn her skirts a full inch shorter and her heels a little higher than any other girl at the school would ever get away with. It was a reminder to all that she could call upon her father whenever she wanted – a power she had used a few times since in the year she had been at the college – and also just to show off her magnificent legs, which she viewed with some pride as her finest feature. How she stood or sat was always calculated to emphasise and draw every eye to her long, luscious legs – all the better to emphasise her height advantage over Cleo at every turn.

For Cleo has outmanoeuvred her, swiftly welcoming her into the Three almost from the moment she arrived at CKC, and binding them so closely together with every expression of genuine friendship, such that Kaya soon realised she had no way to bring down the hammer of her father's wrath upon the manipulative redhead without also implicating herself. With her nuclear option of the table, she had schemed and plotted ever since for some way to depose her "best friend" – who, unbeknownst to her, welcomed these constant intrigues as an amusing diversion that served to hone her cunning. All that was left to Kaya was to focus all attention onto her fine legs at every turn - which was the reason she swung her legs over the bench to sit on the outermost side of the table in the dining hall that Monday.

Today was potentially a very good day, after all – a news team from the local station were going to be doing a live interview with her father. If she timed things right, she might be able to appear alongside him – after all, wasn't she the perfect exemplar of what girls at Charles Kennelworth should aspire to be? She stretched her legs (bare, of course – she never wore tights or stockings since she had no need to obscure the supple brown smoothness of her glorious stems), and smirked internally, feeling all the eyes in the room on her as she took her seat.

She was well practised by now in ensuring that none of the many eyes ogling her would be so privileged as to catch a glimpse up her too short skirt as she did so, but just enough to suggest that, perhaps, next time... There was a trick to arranging her skirt just so over the dining hall's old wooden benches to do this. Unfortunately for Kaya, she was so focused on this aspect that she missed entirely an important observation – one of the younger students in the previous sitting had left a large wad of gum on the seat.

Now, for most students, this would have been unpleasant. They would have been forced to walk for the rest of the day with gum stuck embarrassingly onto the seat of their trousers or skirt, and would then have struggled to remove it overnight. Had the brat responsible been caught doing this he would certainly have received a well-deserved proper bollocking from the beak.

But for Kaya, it was far more of a calamity due in large part to her own fault. Between the forbidden shortness of her skirt and the way she had placed herself down, it wasn't to her skirt that the gum adhered, but directly to her never-seen white cotton panties. Now, that a girl like Kaya wore such underwear might seem initially surprising, but there was a reason for it – although she teased and tempted, none of the boys or girls at the college were intended to catch so much as a glimpse of her underthings; her parents, on the other hand, were aware of her laundry, and were thus supposed to continue to believe their daughter to be an innocent angel, a tactic which had worked entirely on her father.

Her pert arse smooshed the wad, and Kaya wriggled, uncomfortable but assuming that it was due to an imperfection of the ancient wooden seating rather than anything on it. This merely served to make things worse for her, smearing the adhesive gum further across both the seat and her pants. By now it was spreading further and further, and Kaya remained oblivious.

She was slightly focused on the conversation. Across the table Cleo was talking about the football team first XI's chances in an upcoming fixture (slight to non-existent, in Kaya's opinion – this school was appalling at sports) and an upcoming party she was involved in planning and the details of who would be invited (utterly tedious – parties themselves might be interesting, but the details were dull, as far as Kaya was concerned). She blathered on and on about the most irrelevant details, while Kaya tried to look as she gave a damn. She shuffled again. It felt vaguely as if she'd sat in something, which would be annoying.

Next to her Kelly was bobbing her head to Cleo's words, trying and largely failing to make it seem as if she could understand what was being said. Kaya viewed it as a miracle that the dumb blonde could understand English at all. She shifted across the bench away from her in disgust, and felt her panties shift slightly as if they'd stuck to something. Strange. She wriggled a little more to try and correct them, but it didn't seem to help. Across the table, Cleo had stopped talking, and was looking at her oddly.

“What's the matter, Kaya? Your legs cold?” Cleo asked, a slight tone of mockery in her voice.

Kaya sneered back at her. “Just uncomfortable on these crappy benches. I'm going to talk to Daddy about getting some decent seating put in here.”

For some reason, this made Cleo roll her eyes, and she continued talking about some of other the girls in the school – Kaya didn't really care, since none of them mattered as far as she was concerned. Really, who cared what the cheerleader bimbos (a cheer squad in a British school? A pathetic anachronism!) were up to, or what the boring dykes of the feminist society were complaining about this week? The only other girl in the school with any status was the Head Girl, Claire Prentiss, and she was a tiresome prissy nothing who burned with indignation at all of the Three for various reasons. She was just too much of a goody-goody for Kaya to be able to take her down, which was annoying.

No, the real point of all this was waiting for the right moment to leave so that all eyes would be on her, ideally when the dining hall was as full as possible. She turned in her seat to check behind her (and it definitely still felt as if she was sitting on something) and yes – the students ready for the late sitting were filling the back of the hall, waiting for those currently there to finish eating so that they could sit. It was a mixture of the slightly younger students – who'd view her as an unattainable goddess, as well they should – and a few older boys who'd just finished sports practice. Despite their general ineptitude, the school's sportsmen were still generally looked up to within the school, so catching their eye was worth her time. The time was ripe.

Kaya got to her feet – or started to, at least. As she started to rise, she felt her panties catch on something, and start to pull against her body. Without her knowledge, her shifts and shuffles throughout the meal had managed to distribute the gum in a fine layer right across the seat of her panties. Somehow, her body weight, and the heat of her young body, had further caused the gum to set hard, and it had found a fine surface to bond with on both the thin cotton of her underwear and the rough, unvarnished wood of the bench.

Still, the gum shouldn't have set solid in the short time her bum had been placed upon it, and one bond or the other would usually have given. Yet, for some strange reason, that wasn't what happened – and the impatient Kaya's decision to jerk away from the seat as hard as she could certainly didn't help.

Instead, it was the stitching of her panties which gave way, falling apart with a slight tearing sound that was suppressed by the general noise in the hall. Kaya was already on her feet with her tray in her hands before she realised what had happened... at which point she made the disastrous decision to bluff things out and make good her escape before anyone noticed. She considered that, although embarrassing, since no one saw her panties anyway her going commando wouldn't matter. No one would ever know.

She strode a little swifter than usual out of the hall, falling all eyes on her legs and not feeling as pleased with as she normally would. All she had to do was drop her tray off and then get out of the doors, at which point she'd be perfectly safe. Unfortunately for Kaya, she was so fixated on the door that she didn't notice here she was going – and put her left heel right through a ventilation grate.

With over half the room busily ogling her swaying exit, the buzz of conversation had died down. It quietened further at this point, since the oglers were now anticipating what a delightful image might be presented by Kaya's struggling to extricate her heel, while the others were amused by the schadenfreude of Kaya being hoist by her own illegal heels. Before she could even start to wonder how she could pull her heel free while holding her dining tray, an innocent raised voice shattered the calm of the room.

If only Kaya had been sitting next to Cleo! Cleo, upon noticing the torn panties, would have quietly concealed them in her bag and pondered how best to use them... and ironically for all her cunning couldn't possibly have ended up humiliating Kaya as much as dim Kelly did by accident.

“Hey Kaya, are these your panties?” She tried to pull them from the seat, ripping them more in the process, and waved the torn cotton in the air. At this, a ripple of laughter crossed the room, and the attention focused on Kaya increased. She tried to ignore it entirely, which only served to make it apparent that the answer to the question was yes. She flinched, despite herself, and redoubled her unsuccessful efforts to get her heel out of the grate, when she was interrupted by an even worse sound than that of Kelly's voice.

It sounded almost like a stomach rumbling – something in clear gastrointestinal distress. But this wasn't a student, but the building itself.

Charles Kennelworth College was built into an ancient building, which had suffered slipshod repairs and maintenance over the centuries, coupled with low-budget additions and poorly-planned renovations. The pipework, in particular, was a calamity – a twisted mess of pipes and vents to nowhere serving long-forgotten purposes. There were some rooms that were heated entirely in the winter by the piping that covered half the walls, and how the ventilation actually worked was a matter of rumour and legend.

One thing was certain, however, and that was the legendary Hall Belch. Truly, it was as much a coming of age matter as anything else – the point at which a male student went from child to young man was considered to be the moment at which they ceased betting and challenging each other to dare the Belch, and tried to start luring their female fellows onto it instead. With little success, it must be said – for the Belches were incredibly irregular, and resolved swiftly once they began.

Every so often, something within the piping would take place that caused an audible rumbling gurgle to be heard within the main hall. Within a minute, it would resolve itself by unleashing a foul-smelling blast through the main ventilation grate. The stench in high summer could be so vile that it was considered grounds for evacuating the main hall; at other times it was merely intensely unpleasant – especially for the young challenger or luckless maiden who happened to be standing upon it.

Or, in this case, Kaya, who was standing directly above the grate and, as the entire room now knew, wearing no underwear. The only ambient sound now was that of a hundred phones being pulled from bags and jacket pockets, and readied to film what would follow.

Kaya didn't fully manage to suppress her whimper as she renewed her race against time to yank her heel free, horribly aware of what sight she might be presenting to the many eyes burning her, but desperate enough to do it anyway. And it was indeed quite a sight – Kaya's long light brown legs writhing, her skirt jumping invitingly, and barely seen, her fabulous body jiggling under her school uniform. A few boys started filming at this sight already!

Kelly watched happily, but nearby Cleo was unsure. Certainly, part of her welcomed the humiliation that her supposed friend was about to receive, but the plotter in her mind wondered if helping her might work out better in the long run. She hesitated for a few key moments, for once in her life desperately uncertain.

The gurgling of the piping intensified as Kaya desperately writhed. Would she escape in time?

She would not.

There was a moment of dead silence, and then the Belch unleashed.

A solid wave of vile-smelling air blasted straight from the grating – there were rumoured to be dead squirrels caught in the network somewhere, though a few of the more extreme rumours claimed it was instead some long-ago student who had gotten lost in the bowels of the school – and Kaya almost heaved. The stench was terrible. The physical effects of the wave were worse still.

At first, it hit like a ripple. Kaya's skirt billowed in the wave, permitting glimpses of higher and higher up her smooth thighs than anyone before had been so privileged. It seemed to tail off, and her skirt dropped back down. Kaya relaxed, assuming that it was over and she had survived the worst of it, but being relatively new to the school meant that she simply lacked the experience with the Belch that everyone else in the room possessed. For all of those watching, seeing Kaya relax, her shoulders slumping, only heightened their anticipation.

A column of noxious warm air burst through the grate and straight to the ceiling. Kaya's lovely fall of silky hair tried to go with it, tangling around as it stuck straight up. So did her skirt.

A muffled cheer burst through the hall. Kaya stood still, too mortified to even scream, clutching her lunch tray with a death grip and shaking slightly – which further improved the view for all of those watching. This is what was seen:

Since Kaya had almost managed to reach the exit, most of the hall was behind her – so her delightful behind was what they saw. To finally see the full length of her magnificent legs as they stretched up, up... all the way to the gloriously pert yet present brown arse which twitched and shook as Kaya did.

Many in the school had wondered in the past about the specifics of what Kaya barely concealed beneath her skirt. Within CKC, Kaya was unique in one particular respect. There were more than a few young women who had never revealed anything to any known living soul... but those were the timid girls who wore long skirts or trousers, and most of the lads were content to let them have their privacy. At the other end were the few noted flirts and teases – which included among their number notably both Cleo and Kelly – but all of them had had at least one boyfriend (some many more) able to confirm, if only implicitly, that what lay beneath was what one would expect, and some of the less gentlemanly were eager to tell of rather more than that. Most of the girls were somewhere between the two extremes –an obvious example being the Head Girl, who kept what was obviously an ample bust well concealed, yet whose long-term boyfriend was so visibly smug on certain specific days that he didn't even need to share any details. The single exception to the entire trend was Kaya, who was certainly not timid in her normal demeanour yet had never gone beyond chaste kisses with her few paramours. As a result, rumours had run rampant.

And now, at last, was the mystery satisfyingly resolved! The fine arse at last revealed was toned, yet gently rounded; each proud brown cheek seemed almost to blush with delicate and warm rosy undertones. The magnificent maple derriθre jiggled and shook as Kaya trembled with humiliation, and more than a few of the watching students itched to spank that proud arse. The footage thus taken would be viewed again and again, with a few experts eventually noticing the curious detail that her right cheek seemed to twitch oh so slightly more than the left.

As mentioned previously, this was the view that most of those in the hall got to see. The relative few on Kaya's other side may have missed seeing that gorgeous bum, but got to see – and record – a view just as enticing.

The first advantage they had was to view Kaya's reaction, in all its splendour. From her first attempted non-reaction to Kelly's innocent query, passing through her increasing annoyance and desperation as she tried to draw out her heel... someone might have felt sorry for her if she hadn't succeeded in making herself so disliked by everyone. Many of them had adored old Dr Jennings, and one or two had had a friend expelled for standing up to her. As a result she received no sympathy, not even at her whimper of fear as she realised what was coming, her palpable nausea as the Belch washed over her, her moment of relief as she incorrectly believed it over... up to now, standing exposed and with her beautiful face frozen in a mask of utter humilation and shock, her beautiful dark eyes growing wider and wider as she stood paralysed.

The second advantage was somewhat lower, and it was to see the effect of the Belch as it played over her blouse. Her blouse had always been well-fitted, and she was more than capable of standing in such a way as to draw it tighter still at key moments, yet never quite to the extent the wafting air did as it pressed the thin material tight against her body. Between the very flimsiness of the blouse and how close it was pushed, the effect was far lewder even than the most revealing party clothes that Kaya wore, which tended towards the conservative in any case. It made every ripple and jiggle as Kaya shivered quite obvious, and made it plain that the breasts lying beneath were, while not as large as Kelly's, still of an impressive size.

The third and final advantage, of course, was lower still. The full view of her legs at last presented was as charming from the front as from behind, with the exception of the crowning glory: the scheming tease's crotch, revealing a trimmed dark brown bush. The muscles of her legs flexed as her body shook, and her knees almost seemed to knock.

At last the Belch ended, allowing Kaya's skirt to slump back to its normal position and concealing all too soon her private parts – though the memories, and the videos, would last much longer. Her hair slumped less neatly, falling all around her head in a tangled, twisted mess and almost concealing her frantic eyes. Her thoughts tangled in her tormented mind, and they eventually coalesced. Her entire time at the school had been focused on carefully teasing, flaunting just enough of her legs to make those watching want more, and never providing – and now they'd seen a hell of a lot more. Half the school had seen her whole bare arse! The rest had seen her-

Kaya's paralysis broke, and she screamed.

That scream broke the spell on the previously near-silent hall, which now dissolved into a cacophony of mocking laughter, cat-calls, and jeers. Kaya heard none of it in her horror as she tossed her tray into the air and, abandoning her left shoe entirely charged for the exit as fast as a not-particularly athletic girl could run in a single high heel. There was no sense or reasoning left in her panicking mind – all that reminded was a desperate hope to run somewhere, anywhere, away from the humiliation. As she tore through the school, the rest of the student body were content to let her go. If they had known how things would end, some might have thought to follow.

Kaya's desperate run led her in circles around the school until at last she reached the impressive and ornate multi-levelled lobby. And it was here, on the slick flagstones, that her right heel, suffering by her unbalanced stride, snapped. Her right foot, still clad in the shoe, twisted at the ankle as she tumbled to the side.

In but a moment, she found herself bent almost double, facing her ankle that seemed to pulse with pain. She tried to get up, and to shift, but found herself able to only wriggle slightly... and realised with horror that she had wedged herself solidly into one of the grand staircase and landing's decorative holes. Worse still, her skirt had been bunched up by her fall, meaning that her pert little bare arse was now pointing directly out into the air and right towards the building's main doors! Her desperate efforts to free herself only caused her buttocks to wiggle invitingly... and then she froze again as she heard a noise that chilled her blood.

With a loud creek, the main doors swung wide. “And I like to welcome you all to Charles Kennelworth, a fine school...” she heard her father explain, to the live television team as they stepped through the door. “No no no...” she whispered, hoping against hope that no one would see, that her bare arse wasn't being live broadcast to further add to her humiliation.

She had no such luck. Her father's voice raised in an anger that she had heard often, but never before directed at her. “How dare- that, I can assure you, is not the sort of attitude we encourage here at this fine institution! If you follow me, gentlemen, we'll find out who this troublemaker is and I'll demonstrate how we handle discipline here at Charles Kennelworth College!”