>[x] Go with her.
>[x] Stay and watch.
"You must really think I'm an idiot," you say. "You've got nothing. You lose. Like always. And now you're lashing out like a caged animal, trying to get me alone. So you can do something sick and twisted to me in retaliation. I know you, Rose. Cut it out with this amateur hour bullshit. I'm not falling for it."
She slowly shakes her head as you speak, but can't find a rebuttal.
"It's all right," you say. "There's no shame in losing. I mean -- okay, there is. There's actually a lot of shame in losing. But I know you secretly enjoy it. So just sit back and relax... watch my horse take your horse out to pasture..."
The first question was about school lunches, and Auburn is already midway through an interminable lecture about how there needs to be healthier options at the canteen. That's just what will get the students jazzed to vote him: steamed broccoli. Really in tune with his fellow kids right there. His nasally voice is like an aural Quaalude.
"So what was it?" You ask Rose. "Got your taser in your purse? The old pepper spray trick? Or did you just want to throw down mano-a-mano like old times?"
She says nothing. You chuff, and turn to face the stage again. Amber's speaking: "...just get rid of the pizza. It isn't fuc-- it isn't freaking pizza. It's tomato sauce on soggy bread. Everytime I see the menu is pizza for lunch, I gag. Don't you guys just gag when see that? You hate to see it. You really do. So replace pizza days with the taco bar, and lunch here is basically fine. The taco bar is tremendous. It's the best taco bar, maybe in any high school in the country. No need for lots of other changes. This is, like, the one thing I don't want to change too much... for real."
"She is so brilliant," you say approvingly. "I taught her everything she knows, of course."
You don't even notice it until it's happening. Rose's small hands are around your neck, latching something in place. You glance down in horror: it's some sort of collar, with a black metal box tight against your Adam's apple.
"Razzle dazzle~" she purrs.
You reach back to undo the collar, but as soon as you do, you're nearly bowled over by an agonizing jolt of electric pain. You let out a choked cough and lean on the wall for support -- a few students in the back rows glance over their shoulders at you.
You grab for the remote in Rose's hand, but she's quicker. She steps back and gives you another jolt, and this time you fall over. Amber's increasingly energetic Gish gallop on the topic of allowing students to conduct self-directed chemistry experiments keeps most eyes facing forward, but a few of the students notice this second mishap of yours as well. "Are you okay?" a girl nearby asks. You wave her off, standing weakly.
"They use these to train dogs..." Rose tells you airily.
"You are demented," you growl. "Take this thing off me right now and I MIGHT consider beating you just half to death tonight, rather than all the way..."
"His name was Fazil Çatalhöyük," Amber says into her microphone. "And he sacrificed everything trying to bring the truth of this corrupt system to you!"
"Uh -- Fazil is alive," Auburn cuts in impotently.
But Amber bulldozes right over him: "His name was Fazil Çatalhöyük! Never forget!"
"Give it to me," you repeat.
"Nope."
"Give it--" you reach out, try to corner her, but she's got the advantage. She shocks you every time you get near, and even when you know it's coming, the unspeakable pain still blows you back. It's all you can do not to scream every time it hits.
"Be quiet," Rose whispers. "You wouldn't want to make a scene, would you? Don't want everyone to see what a pathetic little piggy you are..."
You try to leave the auditorium, to deny Rose the pleasure of seeing you struggle, but she shocks you again as you head for the double doors. You fall to your knees involuntarily. Peering up at her, you say: "Fine. You fucking win. Happy? If you want to go somewhere private, we can--"
She shocks you. You fall prone, and feel foam develop at the corners of your mouth. When your vision uncrosses, Rose is gazing down at you like a mother over the crib of her newborn, an adoring hand to her cheek, blushing.
"I changed my mind," she says. "I think we're fine right here."
She puts the sole of one of her flats against the top of your head. She's conquered you.
The drone of Auburn's voice is in your ears, insult to injury: "--to support the radical, almost fascistic ideas of this crazy girl, is just absolute insanity -- what North High needs is a steady hand on the tiller --"
"Crazy!" Amber shrieks. "I'm not crazy! You're the crazy one! You!"
"I want you to lick my feet," Rose says.
"Fuck y-- ghhh--" Your body seizes as the amps flow through it.
"I should have been clearer. You WILL lick my feet."
She steps out of her shoes and stands before you where you lie, feet bare except for her pantyhose. You can see up her mid-length skirt and find that she isn't wearing panties, as usual. She's almost never worn underwear since the night you commanded her not to. Even in the darkened hall, you see the shimmer of her wetness running down her inner thighs.
You glance now towards the crowd. Only a couple yards separate the space between the wall and the back row of chairs. There can be no hiding what you're up to, if someone happens to glance back. You're right out in the open. Rose, the fucking cunt, is intent on humiliating you in as public a forum as possible.
The sour odor of her feet fills your nostrils. She rubs one right beneath your nose, the fabric of the pantyhose scraping against your skin. With no option but to bide your time, you swallow your pride, and comply. You wrap a hand delicately around the sole of her foot and hold it to your face. Repulsed, you do your duty, and dart your tongue out. It's a horrible, musky, earthy taste, a mixture of sweat and grime, that sticks tenaciously to your tongue and nearly makes you retch.
Rose balances on one leg, back propped against the wall, and watches you slather your tongue around. You run your flattened tongue along the heel, the arch, and then even up to the toes, sucking each in turn. "You do that so well," she says. "You were born for this, weren't you..."
As you run your tongue back down to the instep, she wiggles her toes, using them to poke and prod your face. She's getting wild and overheated and way too into it -- this is always one of her favorite games. "You are such a fucking pig for me," she grunts. She can't help herself: she reaches down and snakes a hand under her skirt and starts masturbating her cunt, openly, right here in the auditorium.
The white-hot rage within you is only a little palliated by the lovely sight of Rose frigging her pussy. Despite yourself, you do like seeing her get off. Her plump, soft mound is too inviting. And so you almost forget for a moment that you're on your belly worshiping her feet like a slave. In fact: the tart, nutty flavor of her feet begins to sort of turn you on. You shiver with sheer revulsion at that thought. There's no way you'd let yourself get turned on by this.
Rose cums. Her voice is quiet, and hoarse, as she hisses: "Yesss-- like that-- oh, fuck... so good..." Her fingers strum her clit and she wrings out spurt after spurt of cum all over the top of your head. The sound of it splashing against you is pretty loud -- to you -- but thankfully no one seems to notice.
This is your only opportunity to gain the upper hand again and you're going to take it. That is, after one last slow pass of your tongue in a lazy circle over the flexing sole of her foot -- just to make sure she's properly distracted, of course. She keeps cumming on you, adoringly, as you give her this final bit of service. And she doesn't notice until it's too late, you springing upright, taking her wrist, and wresting the remote from her grip.
Her frightened eyes meet yours. Post-cum clarity, and the evil sneer you give her, combine to make her realize just what a terrible mistake she's made.
"Oh shit," she says.
She wheels around and tries to flee, actually tries to run away -- dumb bitch. You keep hold of her wrist and pull her in for a very un-tender hug. "Where do you think you're going?" You whisper. "We're fine right here."
Still holding her close, you direct her clearly and simply. "Get my cock out for me."
"You WOULD be hard, wouldn't you," she hisses back. "Did being treated like the worm you are make your little pencil dick all--"
You reach up and cup a single hand around her chin, fingers pressing into her cheeks, forcing her to make a stupid fishy face that prevents her from speaking. "I didn't tell you to talk," you say. "I told you to get my cock out. Don't make me hit you."
She's the one who's out of options now. With your hand still holding her face, she unzips your pants and frees your throbbing dick. You hate the fact that Rose's treatment of you really is the reason you're in such a state of need right now. You have to make sure you pay her back.
"Turn around." Although you give her this direction, you simultaneously complete it for her -- turning her by the shoulder so she faces the wall.
"Alabaster -- don't --" she whispers. "This isn't--"
"Oh, you can masturbate right here in front of god and everyone but I can't fuck you? I don't think so. Lift your fucking skirt up."
She shudders and bows her head in despair. Then, reaching back, she lifts up her skirt. Her bare white ass and fat pussy mound are out in the open. With a heave of relief, you push your cock in. The way Rose's thick thighs are pressed together makes the channel of her vagina incredibly tight. Its inner walls grip you with a sucking persistence that doesn't want to let you go. You begin to fuck in and out of her without a care in the world of who might witness it. Her smooth, tight pussy makes lewd sucking noises as you pump it.
"Hang 'em high!" Amber's voice comes from behind you. "Hang 'em high! Hang 'em high!" She's got the crowd chanting and cheering, a perfect noisy distraction for you to cut loose and really rail Rose the way she deserves to be railed. You hold her hair with both hands, like handles. Rose's forehead bangs and rebounds off the wall repeatedly; her entire body shakes with the force of your jackhammer thrusts. She doesn't seem to know whether she's in pain or ecstasy. Either way, she's exhilarated. Her tongue hangs out and flops around and her eyes are blank. She smiles stupidly. She likes to call you a pig, but she's the real pig -- she's a pig for getting raped by your cock.
"This isn't as good as your mom's tits," you say.
"Wh-whuuh?"
"It's not as good as your mom's tits. She let me fuck her tits the other day, and I gotta say... it was much better than this loose, used up cunt..."
Her pussy spasms and she lets out a low wail. "Noooo..." she drawls. "Nooo... liarrr..."
"You know I'm not lying... I fucked her, Rose... she was better than you..."
"Unnnn--" She's cumming herself silly even as the despair chokes her.
"Maybe if I tried your tits--" you begin.
Rose straightens up, gets right off your cock and spins around. "My titsssh are better," she says, slurring her words, horny and desperate and eager to prove the point. She rips her shirt open, buttons flying. She tugs her breasts free of her too-small bra. The puffy nipples are hard and bright pink. She's already on her knees in front of you. "See?" She demands. "Seeeee?"
She mashes them together with balled fists and gets them over your cock. It slips right into the hot, wet crevice. Just like the older Mallory, Rose's obscenely large breasts have a tendency to trap sweat between them, providing a natural lubrication for fucking them. And unlike the older Mallory, Rose pulls out an extra trick. Each time your cock pokes up from the top of her cleavage, she drools over the tip of it, and licks it, and swirls her tongue around the foreskin.
"Oh fuck," you groan. Your knees almost buckle and you hold the wall, palms flat against it. Rose works with you frenzied eagerness.
"Seee?" She keeps saying. "My tits are better... my tits are beterrrr..." She slobbers and drools over your dick. You can't help humping her back. Maybe she's right. This feels so fucking good.
The hooting crowd masks your sexual perversion, and they're too rapt over Amber's performance to take notice. But, looking up to the stage yourself, you realize that there were two people in the auditorium who could see it, after all. Amber and Auburn were facing the crowd, of course, and therefore also you.
Amber grins at you as Rose fucks her tits up and down your leaking prick -- but keeps ranting, keeps the crowd distracted -- a perfect wingman.
Auburn is less pleased. Actually, he seems mortified. Maybe he thought that Rose helping his campaign meant he had some sort of chance with her, that she was interested in him. This would be a pretty rude wake-up call if that were the case.
You fuck Rose's tits viciously with that thought in mind. Yeah, that's definitely the heartbroken look of a man spurned on Auburn's face.
And then -- that awful zap. You grunt in pain. Rose has the remote in her hand again -- you stupidly left the collar in place around your neck. But even as she shocks you, she keeps fucking you with her tits. Her face is a broken, sneering, evil, desperate grin as she rubs your cock with the soft flesh of her breasts and sends what feels like millions of volts arcing through you.
"My tits are better," she says. "My tits are better... my tits are better! Admit it!!"
ZAP!
"Y--" you stammer. "Y-your tits--"
ZAP!
"Your tits are better!!"
ZAP! ZAP!
Punishment or reward, you can't tell. All you know is that even as the pain saps you of all your energy, your turgid dick still feels wonderful pressed between the fleshy confines of Rose's fat cowtits. Your nuts tighten up, you gasp, and then you spray your cum all over her leering face. You cum and cum as she shocks you over and again.
You don't want to let her win like this, so in one last act of retaliation, while you sperm her tits and her face, while she shocks you -- you kick her. You kick her between her legs, right in her fucking cunt, and knock that stupid smug smile right off her face. She howls and throws her head back, in utter gut-wrenching agony, but she has enough mental fortitude to keep up the electric assault, and to keep smearing her cum-stained titties around your spurting dick.
It's an absolute trainwreck. Rose wringing your cum from you while you each abuse the other as viciously and as publicly as possible. But it feels absolutely divine, too. You've had very few orgasms as thunderous and satisfying as the one you have with Rose's shock collar, the tip of your loafers mashing her clit.