Angela gets a tenfold taste of humiliation in the middle of rink-o-mania!

Angela twists the doorknob, and pushes the door open, not able to believe her eyes, opening the door to see Jane humping a female mannequins stomach and softly moaning her name, a massive laugh going through her

“oh my god! You freak! What’s wrong with you?” She laughs “I just humiliated you in front of everyone, and you’re imagining having sex with me? You really are a freak!” Angela laughs, Stacy pulling out the camera from earlier, filming Jane getting off to her, jane’s head whipping around to see her coming in, and she almost bursts into tears at being caught, but seeing an excellent opportunity to get some ****, she keeps her hand in her panties and walks towards Angela.

“what’re you gonna do you little freak? Gonna do your mean look again? At least get your hands out of your panties!” Angela laughs, a little scared that Jane’s resolve isn’t wavering as she strides towards her.

“Angela! You ruined my day! I want you to apologise!” Jane says confidently, still playing with herself. “Apologise for what?” Angela snickers. “Calling you a freak? You’re not exactly proving me wrong, your hands are still in your panties you weirdo, getting off to a girl who hates you! I bet you’d squirt everywhere if I stepped on you!” Angela laughs and gestures for Stacy to grab her, which she quickly does, knocking Jane to the ground, not knowing everything she’s doing is fuelling jane’s powers, just thinking she’s humiliating her even further.

Jane falls at Angela’s feet, and before she can say anything, Angela’s plump, tanned ass is sat on a shelf, and her pink sweaty socks are placed onto janes face, the scent and humiliation of being under her bully’s feet overwhelming her as the sweaty socks are rubbed over her face, the heels and toes slipping past her lips occasionally, and the camera zooming into her face as she’s humiliated begin to overwhelm Jane further, her hands still under her waistline.

_“Holy shit...” Angela thinks “I knew she was a freak, but I didn’t know it was this bad... and why am i enjoying this so _much...”

These thoughts lead to Angela’s final mistake. Her eyes widen as she gets an idea, and she gestures to Stacy to widen out the lens as she removes her socks, jane’s eyes widening as Angela’s perfect feet are revealed, and she laughs, thinking that she’d found her best way to humiliate her. Still laughing and joking with Stacy, she lowers her newly bare feet onto Jane’s face, and the moment they touch down, Jane takes a long wet lick of the soles, tasting the sweat, an almost sweet taste overtaking Jane. Above her Angela pulls an overactive disgusted face, but is unable to hold it, bursting into fits of giggles.

“You... little... freak!” She screams between laughs, her feet gaining traction, not realising what’s happening below her. As Angela steadies herself on the shelves, Jane begins to shudder and moan, and she squeals loudly, squirting an almost inhuman amount, and Angela falls over in laughter as Jane soaks her own dress.

“Looks like our work here is done. Let’s go Stacy, she’s had enough for now, besides, we have a tape to publish.” Angela turns around to leave, slipping her shoes back on, but leaves her socks off, tossing them onto jane’s face.

“Little parting gift, freak. And if you don’t want your boyfriend and everyone else to see that tape, you’ll bring those to school on Monday, smell them constantly and let everyone know where you got them, and if I’m feeling nice, I’ll make you clean my shoes in front of the class, and if I’m not, I can convince our teacher to give us some... movie time” Angela laughs and gets up to leave stepping out of the cupboard, thinking Jane was defeated. However, Jane slowly gets up behind her, still riding the high of her orgasm and deeply smelling the socks.

“No.” She says defiantly, getting up, and putting a hand out towards Angela who simply laughs.

“Really honey? This again? This act is getting pathetic sweetie, you really should do something new.” Angela laughs, and tries to turn to move, but she can’t.

“Last chance to apologise Angela.” Jane says angrily, taking the camera from Stacy, and crushing it with her powers but preserving the tape.

“I’m not apologising! Especially after you just inhaled my feet, freak!” She yells “All of your family left you, no one cares!” Angela screams just trying to upset her. “Maybe it’s time something left you then...” Jane says, taking a deep sniff of her socks, before flicking her head to the side, stripping off her jacket, shirt and shorts, leaving her in a mismatched blue thong and a pink bra, the thong not covering her blonde patch of pubic hair shaved into a heart.

“How did you do that? What’re you doing to me you freak?!” Angela screams before realising she’s attracting the attention of everyone else in rink-o-mania, people looking over, some taking Polaroids and some just staring and whispering, and with a shudder, she notices many she recognises from school, realising they can’t see Jane who is still on the closet, but all can see her. She looks nervously around to see if she could find Stacy, but she already ran the moment the camera was crushed. In this moment, all her pride and bullying facade had vanished.

“J-Jane... I don’t know what you’re doing but please stop... if you let me go I’ll never be mean to you again and I’ll be your friend so no one is ever mean to you again! Just please, don’t make me be naked in the middle of this rink!” Angela begs pathetically to her slimmer captor who takes a long sniff of her pink socks and smiles, and she pulls her in slightly and kisses her deeply, much to Angela’s humiliation, and eventually Jane pulls away, Angela waiting to see if Jane reacts positively to her offer.