[Davias_C]

This chapter is a little bit harder in some respects than the last. I'm still working out at what level most of this story will be, so any feedback will be greatly appreciated.

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Curse Karma College Part 2

Wednesday found Kelly Jones grumpy. She thought that what had happened to Kaya two days ago had been hilarious, especially once she'd found out about the news team. It was just a shame that the headmaster had stopped the taping as soon as he'd realised the mystery arse belonged to his little girl, and the footage hadn't been repeated. Not that it mattered – the whole scene had gone out live, and was already on the internet by that evening. It was just a matter of time before some of the many videos taken in the dining hall joined it!

But for some reason that she didn't understand Cleo seemed troubled about the whole thing – she'd always thought Cleo hated Kaya, rather than just finding her annoying like Kelly did. She'd been distant and weird all day yesterday, and as a result had failed to come up with any fun ways for Kelly to hurt people. And then today Cleo had been at some kind of event all day, so Kelly had hardly seen her again. She kind of missed Kaya too, even if her ideas didn't always work so well – they'd gone to visit her last night and found her apparently recovered, kind of – she was laid up with her ankle in plaster and kept sending Kelly to fetch her things while she and Cleo talked. That was probably because she didn't know that the videos were everywhere now, though, with almost every student who didn't find it arousing finding it hilarious.

It was kind of boring to Kelly, though, since it meant that most of the school was tiptoeing around and furtively trading various angles on it, in the hope of preventing it from coming to the headmaster's attention. It had been brilliant when it happened, but watching it again and again didn't really have the same appeal. If she could make it happen to different annoying people each time, like that peppy cheerleader b*tch Leanne Amato or especially Jennifer Yin...

Kelly yawned, and then punched Anna Richardson's arm on general principle. Or doing it to her would be quite funny as well, though she didn't have much of a body so the boys wouldn't really be as interested. But she was quite smart and a timid little thing, so she made an excellent lab partner for Kelly ("partner" here meaning "did all the work in the hope that Kelly wouldn't hit her"). At the moment she was burning bits of metal, for some reason – Kelly hadn't really been paying attention when the teacher had explained what they were doing.

For once, she hadn't been the only one. Almost everyone was distracted by stupid Kaya's bum, with a few students sneakily watching the video on their phones. Kelly usually got through the boring science class (while Anna did all the work) by flirting with a few of the more attractive boys, with the chance of things going further later. With a button or two on her blouse undone to reveal her impressive cleavage she was guaranteed to get attention, and she could always do it up again when teachers approached. Unlike Kaya, she couldn't get away with breaking the rules so visibly... not that Kaya had, in the end! And today she'd worn her stripy kneesocks as well, which always worked to draw attention to her lovely thick thighs. When she'd put them on this morning, Kelly had already been anticipating the fun she could have with someone after this lesson as he peeled them back off. One thing that Cleo had managed to teach her over the years was that a friendly gesture could work as well as cruelty from time to time, but Kelly's gestures of friendliness tended as immediately towards the physical as her cruelties did.

Not everyone was distracted by the video. On the desk to Kelly's right Michael Pond sat gloomily, having given up on trying to get his lab partner Darren to focus on their work rather than his phone. Darren may have been a burly rugby player, but he wasn't usually too bad, and was at least willing to put in some effort. Sitting right at the back let Michael explain things to him in a little more detail without the teacher hearing, and the boy was grateful for the help. Usually. There were other advantages to sitting at the back of the room – there was quite a lot of cool equipment that they kept stored on the back shelf – specimen jars, the large electromagnet, a van der Graaf generator... It was interesting to look at, and sometimes stuff got left on. It was way more interesting than just staring at your phone all day!

Michael didn't get the obsession with the video – sure, it had been incredibly amusing... and a little more than that, if he was honest – to watch a couple of times, and he might watch it again, in private, tonight... but Kaya wasn't the worst. Sure, she was cruel, but she didn't pick on the weakest members of the school – albeit less from an innate sense of fairness and more to do with not having any interest in people like Michael or Anna at all. This made her a hell of a lot better than Kelly, in his opinion.

Admittedly, the curvy blonde was attractive as hell - especially with those massive boobs, but even if they got most of the attention, the rest of her was still pretty fine: classic long blonde hair framing a misleadingly innocent and incredibly expressive round face broken up by a defined chin, and what was an pretty impressive figure to go with those breasts. He just found her vicious personality an absolute turn-off. While he may have liked being on the desk right next to her, it wasn't because of an interest in Kelly.

And if Michael hadn't been so focused on the next desk, he might well have been able to save Darren. Both of them thus distracted, neither noticed Dr Adams approaching until too late. The teacher coughed into his beard somewhat apologetically. "Come on Darren, you know the rules. No using phones during lessons." He paused, and there seemed to almost be a twinkle in his eye. Micheal remembered that he and poor old Dr Jennings had been good friends. "Now, I'm sure we don't have to bother the Headmaster about this, do we? I'll just have to run you down to the office while he's busy, and I'm afraid I'll have to put you in detention tonight."

Darren blinked, stunned at his good fortune – being caught using a phone in class would usually see it confiscated, especially if the headmaster got involved, and he had plans for the phone and the videos on it later – and made haste to do as he was told. The teacher raised his voice to address the rest of his class. "Now, most of you are adults now, so I'm trusting you not to cause any trouble while I'm out. Be careful with the bunsen burners, and I don't expect to see anyone using any phones once I get back – does everyone understand?" There was a murmur of assent, and the teacher and student departed.

The moment of peace was broken by a snicker from Jennifer Yin, sitting near the front of the class. She turned in her seat to look at Kelly, and a sneer crossed her pretty face.

"It looks like even some of the teachers think that your b*tchy friend got what she deserved, Kelly. Wonder if they'll cheer when you get yours as well?"

Jennifer hated Kelly. One of the many scions of fabulously wealthy Hong Kong and Chinese businessmen who played a vital role in funding British private schools, Jennifer was unusual in not being content to smile and giggle as she waited to come into her inheritance. She'd acquired this from her mother, a child of hard-working Chinese immigrants who'd sworn that her only daughter would be as dedicated as she was. The result was that Jennifer had arrived at Charles Kennelworth College speaking five languages and able to play three instruments, superior in every way... and had promptly spent the next two years being regularly worked over by a dim blonde trashy mouthbreather. She had nurtured that grudge as fastidiously as all her skills and talents, including the martial arts training she'd eventually acquired to defend herself.

Kelly snapped back, "Yeah well, you'd probably..." She trailed off, then attempted to unsuccessfully rally by telling Jennifer to leave and insert a musical instrument in an uncomfortable place. Most of the class laughed, but sadly for Kelly not at her attempt at humour. It was sad, really, Michael pondered, since there was an incredibly obvious excellent response to Jennifer's taunt that Kelly was too dim to think of, namely that most people would cheer were Jennifer to be humilated as well. One might have thought that being picked on when she was younger might have taught Jennifer some empathy, but her main objection had always been that being bullied herself was a subversion of the natural order. Kelly might hit Anna regularly, but it wasn't her who reduced the shy girl to bitter tears when she thought no one could hear. Jennifer saw her as a potential academic rival and treated her as a threat. Her barbed words were carefully targetted directly against the girl's intellect, to make her feel inadequate and cutting her off from her greatest strength. They cut more viciously than any injury Kelly could inflict.

There was the other side of it to consider, as well – Jennifer was a stunning girl whose exotic features and elegant, willowy figure were only slightly let down by her snobbish attitude and frequent sneer. She may have been too focused on schoolwork and extracurriculars to have ever had a regular boyfriend, but come the end-of-term parties she would play just as hard as she had worked, and the random selection of boys she'd ended up with afterwards unanimously agreed that she was as good in bed as she was at every other damn thing she turned her attention to.

As the laughter died down, Jennifer launched a fresh salvo. By now, even those most obsessed by the video was eagerly watching the exchange, perhaps hoping that it would devolve into a cat fight. The only one trying desperately to ignore it was Anna, still focusing desperately on the metals burning experiment in the hope that she wouldn't end up dragged into the fight between her two bullies.

"You're such a dumb sl*t, Kelly – so predictable that that's the first thing you'd think of. I guess you wouldn't be so embarrassed if it happened to you anyway, since I hear most of the school has already done a lot more than just see your cu-"

And again, there was a fine response to it that Kelly just didn't think of – while Kelly was one of the few girls who Jennifer could criticise on these grounds given her own habits, it was still fairly hypocritical – and was thus left fuming impotently. She wanted to march over and kick Jennifer's smart little head in, but knew that it wouldn't end well for her. She settled for turning and thumping Anna instead. This was a serious misjudgment – while it would normally be perfectly safe for her to abuse Anna, Anna wasn't usually busy carefully burning magnesium. The poor girl cringed, and the hotly burning metal flipped through the air – everyone really should have been wearing goggles at least – but fortunately only landed on Kelly's blouse.

And ignited.

The dim blonde screamed and flapped her hands for a second before ripping her blouse off with impressive haste (an observation that Jennifer didn't hesitate to make merry with). She threw it to the floor and stamped it out, presenting an impressive sight to the rest of the class as she did so. The pink bra underneath was surprisingly concealing – but it had to be, in order to support the astonishing breasts within. Not so much underwired as scaffolded, it lifted and held Kelly's large bust and prevented them from jiggling as she stomped – at least as much as they could. The bra may have covered a lot, but "a lot" still left a surprising amount of flesh over in this case.

Kelly was definitely curvy – thick in the American sense, as well as the British – with a pleasantly soft stomach with the barest hint of pudge. Nonetheless, those breasts were still wildly disproportionate – Kaya had assumed that they'd been enhanced, and considered them absurd even for that, yet the rest of the school had seen and remembered the process of growth across the years and knew this for the slander it was. In any case, their natural wobble at this point (now being carefully recorded by half the room) certainly disproved such notions.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the school, Dr Adams and Darren had just wrapped up their business. Darren had been signed down for detention later that day, and the teacher and student began making their way back to the classroom. It slowly dawned on Dr Adams that perhaps leaving the students alone in the lab might not have been such a good idea. While prolonging the humiliation of the lying little brat who had forced out his good friend Rupert was certainly a good thing, the whole series of events had left the students in quite an excitable state. Also, they'd had bunsen burners... Not even consciously aware of doing so, he began to increase his stride, and soon the burly rugby player found himself having to half-run to keep up with the smaller teacher.

Back at the lab, things being to take a darker turn. Up to now, things had been relatively amusing. Sadly, what happened next was rather less so. With her blouse quite thoroughly extinguished, Kelly calmed down just in time to start to panic again as she realised just what an appearance she was presenting. True, she shown much more than this to more people than there were in the room, but never more than four at once! And that had just been one time! And they hadn't filmed it to put on the internet!

Nor had Jennifer Yin been one of them, continuing to crack wise about how the speed with which Kelly had removed her blouse having been due to a lot of practice, and ridiculing her figure. Kelly really wasn't used to her breasts being insulted – the more common and expected reaction, after all, being more akin to worship. Her thighs, now, were unfortunately a frequent target of inept and crude insults from nervous and inexperienced would-be casanovas attempting to, quite unnecessarily, neg the stunning girl. It never worked – what were a few stammered lines about "fat thighs" compared to so many rapturous gazes and tender touches? The physical, after all, mattered so much more than mere words.

Yet Jennifer had a knack at turning strengths into liabilities rather than attacking more obvious weaknesses directly. Before the class and her enemy, Kelly felt small and bewildered and embarrassed, and heard the laughter rather than noticing the stares. This was all so far outside of her experience -which was rather more deep than broad – that she didn't know how to react to it at all. And in such cases, Kelly's stand-by reaction was to attempt to reassert the supremacy of the physical.

She couldn't hurt her most direct tormentor, but that her blouse had caught on fire was Anna's fault. Kelly's right fist lashed around in a truly vicious hook, smacking the poor girl hard on the side of her face and sending her tumbling to the floor. As Anna huddled, stunned, Kelly followed it up with vicious kicks (albeit with more enthusiasm than force, sparkly flat shoes not being designed to do a great deal of damage).

By now, the only person still laughing was Jennifer, who naturally found this as hilarious as before and didn't seem to notice that she was the only one. Despite these rapid and repetitive strikes having as great an effect on Kelly's collosal cleavage as had her stomping her blouse, it was no longer quite the same; even the boys recording were uncomfortably aware that this recording was swiftly moving from fap material to potential evidence, but most of them weren't quite sure how they could intervene.

Neither was Michael, despite how urgently he wanted to. His frantic mind desperately sought for some way that he could help Anna, but nothing presented itself – until, from the corner of his eye, a green light caught his eye.

The electromagnet on the back shelf directly behind the girls' desk was still plugged in, and powered up. The controls were right next to him. Practically on instinct, and only able to hope that it could help, he activated it. The effect was immediately apparent.

Kelly was surprised to find her next kick missing, not quite reaching her target. Slightly bewildered, she looked up, and found herself off balance as she did so. It felt as if something was pulling on her torso... She lowered her foot to the floor to regain her balance, feeling the pressure increase as she did so, and looked across the classroom, summing up her confusion in a single pithy phrase: "What the fu-"

The electromagnet that had been activated was a bloody big thing, acquired relatively cheap from an industrial concern that had shut down a few decades back. It took always took a good few of the stronger lads to heave it to the front of the room for the much-loved demonstrations that were done with it from time to time, usually among the science highlights of the year. Considering how powerful it was, it had to be used with great care so as not to accidentally destroy something, as id proceeded to in this case.

Kelly's bra did not so much fall off as disintegrate. The fairly elaborate metal support structure within it ripped apart and tore the fabric to shreds as it did so – Kelly was frankly lucky that it didn't harm her tender skin in the process – leaving Kelly's enormous breasts to flop gently down, revealed in their full glory.

From Kelly's perspective, she'd felt an increasing pressure around her tits which had suddenly stopped, and then the whole class has burst into cheers, wolf-whistles and cat-calls. It was utterly bewildering, and she looked at them as if they'd suddenly lost their minds.

Many of the class were in the fact thinking similar thoughts. The sight before them was so astonishing that more than a few wondered if it might be a dream or a delusion; even the handful of boys present who had seen Kelly naked before this (a number rather smaller than the number who had had sex with her, which itself was in truth not actually as large as rumour would suggest) found a certain qualatitive difference between Kelly being naked in a bedroom and Kelly standing topless in full view in a brightly lit science class.

In the sunlight streaming through the windows, Kelly's breasts revealed themselves as just as large as had ever been imagined – rather more than a generous handful apiece, large areolas nonetheless dwarfed by the total boobage available, and topped by plump pink nipples. Most of the breasts themselves were visibly paler than the rest of her tanned torso – it was fairly obvious that she had never sunbathed topless – displaying a delicate gradation to creamy pale, with a few blue veins faintly visible beneath the skin. The effect of gravity upon them as they had been unleashed from their pink prison had been mesmerising, and continued to be quite pronounced as they hung from the girl's torso.

For Kelly, full realisation of just what had happened was slow in coming. She stood staring at the rest of the class in confusion, gradually noticing that most of them seemed to be looking rather lower than her face. It wasn't terribly unusual for people not to meet her eyes, so it took a while for her to notice – and to almost subconsciously flick her gaze down to look at her bra for a second before looking back at the room. The penny dropped.

From the perspective of those watching, Kelly – with perfect comic timing that a stand-up would kill for – did a double-take as her gaze snapped back down again to her exposed breasts. Her jaw dropped and her eyes widened in astonishment – she really did have the most incredibly expressive face – and she slowly looked back at the room with an expression of sheer befuddlement coupled with a sense of cosmic betrayal at the sheer unfairness of the universe. She clapped her hands over her breasts in an attempt at concealment that would have been utterly futile both temporally and physically even if she hadn't spread out her fingers.

For Kelly this was like a sudden nightmare. Her blouse catching on fire had been bad enough, but on top of that... what the hell had happened to her bra? And the entire class was watching, and recording every minute of this – it was going to be even worse for her than it had been for Kaya! There was nothing she could do! The videos had been made. The whole school would have seen her breasts by tomorrow, and they'd have spread across the internet by the end of the week. All she could do was get out of here before things got worse. She paused, a word on the tip of her tongue that perfectly summed up her feelings at this moment.

"Fuck." She bolted straight for the door as fast as her legs could carry her, with her desperate grip at least saving her from receiving, as per the old joke, two black eyes. This raised the question of quite how she planned to open the door with both her hands clasped tight to her breasts, but it was a mystery that was destined to remain eternally unsolved.

There was a reason that Darren had been so obsessed with the video as to risk its confiscation at his teacher's hand. The rugby team might not have much fortune against their sporting rivals, but his key role within it coupled with his impressively muscled physique was enough to make Darren a Big Man on Campus – and a prime target of Kaya's flirtations. He'd often found himself tossing and turning as he contemplated the mysteries of what lay just out of sight beneath that short skirt. Monday lunchtimes were rugby practice. The team was always last to lunch, and ended up waiting in the hall for the seats to empty to let them grab some food, so Darren had thought nothing of staying after practice to discuss strategies for the upcoming game with the coach, knowing that all he'd miss would be a boring wait.

And because of that, he'd missed seeing in the flesh that magnificent arse about which he'd so long fantasised, with the videos proving an inadequate substitute. He swore that he would do whatever it took not to miss an opportunity such as that again. This was why he broke into a full charge as he heard the loud laughter echoing from the room to which he returned, leaving Dr Adams behind as he pelted for the door. This time, whatever was happening, he wouldn't miss it!

And he didn't miss. He hit the door as if he was tackling City Grammar's full-back, and it in turn smacked straight into Kelly's face. There was rather more force behind it than with which she had punched Anna.

Kelly's feet left the floor entirely. She tumbled arse over teakettle right over the teacher's desk, and managed to take out the model skeleton next to it as well, in the process revealing that her panties today were a navy blue satin. She sprawled across the floor, utterly poleaxed. This was really a moment that would benefit from being watched again and again, from multiple angles and in slow-motion – and indeed, it would be. Those watching would notice how Kelly's feet in their sparkly flats flailed as she tipped over the desk, the mesmerising bounce of those breasts as she flipped over and smashed into the skeleton, and the way she actually landed boob first onto the hard floor.

By now, most of the class was almost choking with laughter. Darren stood in the doorway, utterly bewildered at the reaction of the class before him. There seemed to be nothing especially amusing that he could see. Dr Adams finally caught up, and peered around Darren's bulk.

"What is going on he- Kelly?!?"

Having fewer thoughts than most to gather, Kelly had managed to stumble to her feet, clutching her dazed head and staggering slightly . A skeletal arm dangled from her shoulder. And, of course, she had entirely forgotten to cover her magnificent breasts. An astonished and disbelieving smile burst across Darren's face like the sunrise, and Kelly began to return it on instinct.

Then she remembered where she was, and what was happening, and panicked all over again. She clapped her hands over her breasts once more, and then jerked them away again, crying out in pain, as this sent jolts of agony through her. Her impromptu tumble and that harsh landing had left them tender. Dazed, panicked and confused, and with Darren quite thoroughly blocking the doorway, Kelly turned tail and darted out through the side door onto the maintenance pathway, her uncovered breasts leaping wildly as she did so.

Her frantic run took her halfway around the school before the ache of her breasts compelled her to stop. There was a reason she had to wear support; running like this without it would leave her breasts in agony. She touched them carefully, whimpering with the pain, and realised that she was now stuck out on the stone repair balcony - officially forbidden to students - that ran around the outside of the third floor. Luckily, the wall around it was high enough to prevent outside eyes from seeing her. However, there was no way down – not that leaving the school like this was an option anyway – so her only choice was to keep going and hope she could find an unlocked door or open window leading into an empty room. Anything would be better, she thought, than having to return to the science lab, still topless and embarrassed.

She moved slower now, trying to reduce the strain on her jiggling breasts. She managed to sneak past a few more classrooms without being spotted – or so she thought; in actuality one Year Nine class got to see a sight that they would never forget – before, to her joy, finding a window to an empty study room left wide open.

She carefully crawled through it, successfully getting her breasts through without whacking them on the base, and was preparing to manoevre her hips and arse through when the window slipped. It dropped like a guillotine, though fortunately not as sharp, and smacked hard onto Kelly's back, squeezing her chubby little tummy within it. She squealed in pain, and wriggled, thoroughly stuck, the gap now left far too small to fit either her breasts or arse through, and her angle such that there was no way she could reach around to open the window. It was an awkward position, too – the window was just far enough off the ground that she was left with her feet on tip-toes and her hands barely supporting her. Fortunately for Kelly, she wouldn't be left stuck in this awkward fashion for long.

Unfortunately for Kelly, this was because someone had heard her squeak of pain, and immediately came running. Three boys who Kelly didn't recognise – she thought they might be younger but wasn't sure – burst through the door, and froze in shock upon seeing the beautiful topless blonde trapped in the window. Kelly immediately screamed and covered her breasts, and once again fell prey to cruel physics.

Her trapped tummy now served as a fulcrum. Kelly's top half, for two obvious reasons, was rather heavier than her bottom; with her hands no longer supporting her, there could only be one result. Kelly's legs lifted from the ground, kicking wildly; one of her sparkly shoes was lost entirely, soaring over the side of the balcony and to the ground far below. Her flailing legs rapped a frantic staccato against the outside of the window. Kelly had little time to notice this before she saw the ground rise up and smack her in the nose. Since this position was rather more embarrassing still, she was forced to remove her hands from her breasts and scramble back to a horizontal position, leaving her boobies entirely exposed once again to the young eyes before her. She blushed.

The three rather geeky-looking teenagers seemed to be staring at her, unmoved. "Help me!" the blonde desperately pleaded, hoping that they might actually open the window.

In fact, it wasn't cruel dispassion that froze the boys, but shock; Colby and Ablemann were both rather quiet and shy boys whose experience of the opposite sex up this point had left them entirely unprepared for the sight of a stunning and curvaceous topless blonde desperately scrabbling to keep her balance before them. The third boy, Brencker, was a different matter; while just as surprised, his mind rapidly slid into gear and coldly considered the opportunity lying before him. He spoke, sly and cool:

"Well, what will you off-"

"I'll give you all blowjobs if you let me out!" offered Kelly desperately, shocking the schemer, who had indeed been planning to extract just such an agreement before it was freely offered. He was left slightly disgruntled by the ease of it all, while his friends' shocked silence reached a new pitch.

Brencker pondered it for a moment. "How do we know you'll keep your word?" he asked slyly. "How about you give us all blowjobs and then we let you out?"

"Hang on, this is..." stammered Colby. "I'm not sure that..."

Ablemann nodded frantic agreement with this.

Brencker almost growled. To have such a chance stolen away! "What exactly is your problem? She offered this! It's Kelly Jones!"

The two boys blushed and stammered, Colby eventually managing to stutter that while he knew of Kelly, he didn't really know her, and given her reputation...

Brencker blinked. "So you'd be okay with her sucking your dick, you're just scared of her seeing it?" The others managed to make it clear that this was so. Kelly was left slightly baffled by the whole exchange.

Brencker sighed, and strolled over to the balcony door that Kelly had ignored in her haste to get through the window; it was of course unlocked for access during the day. He calmly strode around behind Kelly, taking the opportunity to look up her skirt as he did so, before carefully removing her remaining shoe and peeling off the knee sock underneath as Kelly squirmed. This was not the circumstances she had imagined them being removed under. This task complete, he walked back inside and used Kelly's own knee sock to blindfold her.

She protested slightly at this – she'd have been happy to blow all three of them, but would have preferred to do so not stuck in such an awkward position, and certainly hadn't expected to be blindfolded while doing so – but realised that this was probably her best chance of getting free with some dignity intact. It wasn't exactly the weirdest thing she'd done, anyway.

Knee socks may not make the most effective blindfold, but it was sufficient to quell the boys' concerns. Colby stepped forward as Kelly tried to smile at him invitingly – unable to see, she missed – and then paused at looked at Brencker until he "politely" averted his gaze with bad grace(he had been looking forward almost as much to seeing Kelly give blowjobs as to receiving one from her himself). He restricted himself to listening – a zipper, followed by slurping sounds and the occasional giggle from Kelly. At last there came a groan, and after giving it a moment he turned around to see Colby stagger to a seat, a stunned expression on his face.

Kelly licked her lips. "Who's next?" Brencker motioned for Ablemann to take his turn before turning away again; Colby appeared to have fallen asleep in the chair. Once again similar sounds, for slightly longer this time; Ablemann wasn't as dazed as Colby had been once he was done, but seemed almost drunk with jubiliation. "Is it okay if I go and clean up?" he asked.

Brencker hid his glee at this; it was what he'd been hoping for. "Fine, so long as you take him with you," he said. Ablemann dragged his friend out of the room, politely thanking "Miss Jones" before he left (she giggled again in response, and again missed them entirely with her smile).

It hadn't been anything like as bad as she'd been thinking! The two boys had seemed perfectly nice, and if it hadn't been up to her usual standard since she was unable to use her hands, they'd certainly seemed to like it well enough. Not enough boys thanked her like that afterwards, in her opinion. There was only one more to go, and she'd be out!

Sadly, Brencker was not a perfectly nice boy. Kelly's first sign that this would be different was when his opening gambit was to cruelly twist her nipple. "Ow! Wait, that wasn't th-gurk!" That he rammed into her mouth as she was thus protesting took her by surprise, but she quickly adapted; she'd had a few guys do this sort of forceful thing before, and she didn't really understand what the point was since it prevented her from using her best techniques. They couldn't be getting the best experience from it. As she expected, she soon felt his hands on the back of her head to further control things – did he really think that he had a better idea of how this should work than she did? - and so she let him take the lead, the blind leading the eagle-eyed.

For Brencker, while it wasn't working quite as well as he'd hoped, he found it nice enough. Yet he just wanted a little more, a perfect way to finish this up. He had just the idea. He waited until just the right moment, and then ripped off the blindfold, aiming carefully for her eyes as she blinked at the sudden burst of light.

Of course, his issue wasn't quite as productive as he'd been expecting based on the special-interest gentleman's cinema he'd watched, but by chance it managed to be just enough to land in both of Kelly's eyes. She cried out in annoyance and pain, and swore at him, trying to simultaneously keep herself balanced, wipe her eyes, and strike out at him. Her clumsily-aimed blow was easily ignored, and he slipped around her to open the window fully, letting her tumble through and onto the floor as she lost her balance.

Kelly blinked frantically, and wiped at her eyes, her vision nothing but a painful blur. She didn't resist as Brencker helped her to her feet – if she had, she would've certainly been too heavy for him to lift – though she protested as he then shoved her through the door into the corridor.

As the door slammed behind her, she realised with mounting horror that she was in an even worse position than before. She was still totally topless, but now she'd lost both her shoes as well as one of her socks, her tummy hurt from where she'd caught it in the window, she couldn't see properly, and she wasn't entirely sure where in the school she actually was. Also, she was pretty sure that she had some cum on her face.

She groped along the corridor, moving carefully to ensure that she wouldn't trip over anything and hurt herself further, and only able to hope that she wouldn't bump into anyone before she found something to conceal herself with.

And then she heard Cleo's voice! Her only chance of getting out of this without further humiliation. She stumbled as she hit the door in front of her, hoping that she might be able to subtly attract Cleo's attention for help, only for Cleo to fall silent in that moment. She blinked frantically, rubbing at her eyes, and finally the pain and the blur subsided enough for Kelly to see clearly... and to immediately wish that she couldn't.

Today, Cleo Valentine had been attending the Future Young Leaders of the Future Leadership Forum, and Kelly had just interrupted her speech – the big speech that she had been giving to half the school staff, a significant number of the more ambitious older students, male and female, and a few of the City's great and good including both the Lord Mayor and the local MP. She boggled at them in stunned horror as they stared back at the figure that had staggered through the doorway – a beautiful 18-year-old blonde with a stunning figure, wearing nothing but a school uniform skirt and a single knee sock, standing in full view with her enormous breasts entirely unconcealed, and smeared semen drying in her bedraggled hair and across her horrified face.