Intermission Part 9

Absent.

It had been days since Newman had shown up to go to school. He wasn’t the only plaything Vanessa had at school, but he was perhaps the best victim to unleash her boredom upon in the whole town, because for some reason he always bounced back. He just wasn’t the type of person to miss school, even when coming meant that he was sure to receive lessons from people like her, people who were just better. He was the type of person who reacted in a way that made it sweet for her to pick on him. In some ways it was better than the times when Frank let her lock him up in chastity belts. He was the type of person who wore pain so evidently on his face that simply seeing his expression was often enough to make her cut class just so she could put Frank on his knees.

Unfortunately, the beefy fool wasn’t allowing her to mess with him much lately since the last time she had punished him for somehow losing his buttplug. It also didn’t help when Newman somehow found a way to break Frank’s nose. Frank had a limit and as much as she loved to pick on him, and Newman, and others, Frank was one of the few people who she couldn’t cross the line with and continue punishing. If she did that, Frank’s family could hurt her reputation and the amount of power that she had at the school in retaliation. She learned to be alright with the fact that she couldn’t cross that line, but it usually meant that she had to attack her favorite punching bag instead.

Only her favorite punching bag was absent again.

It had been almost two weeks since the nerd started acting strange and in that time she had only managed to play with her toy twice, and the last time he had just reacted… differently. He didn’t just sit there and take it, whine, or try to run away. Some pathetic part of him had fought back and now she was starting to feel pent up. She was so bored of the way things had gone over the past few days that she had even started dreaming about him and strange snake-like monsters. Normally she would have dried up like the Sahara desert after going so long without inflicting some kind of proper pain on the boy… but somehow the opposite had happened. Instead of going through the world’s worst dry spell, she found herself constantly wet and ready to go. Her little kitten had become so sensitive since she had had that first dream about Newman and the monster that she had stopped wearing her thongs and her bras. It quickly advanced after that when Vanessa discovered how bizarrely comfortable it was to go about her day without her undergarments on. Soon after that she stopped trying to put pants or shorts on. She wore a skirt and a scowl at all times as if Mary or Newman had somehow infected her with something perverse.

It didn’t end there either. Each day that went by while Vanessa adjusted to her new wardrobe made it harder and harder to return to her old way of doing things. She came to crave attention like she was starving for it and daydreamed constantly about either cutting class to be with Frank or hurting someone enough to at least see some blood. Yet… when she actually tried to do that, things became abnormal once again. When she found Frank, she was so pent up that she actually gave in when Frank begged her to do something normal. She told herself that it was the begging that had satisfied her sadistic carnal side for the time being, that his pathetic pleading face had been enough, but the truth was that she had become so sensitive and needy that, for a moment, Vanessa didn’t care whether or not she was doing something vanilla with Frank. Worse than that, the thought of seeing actual blood somehow made her gag and her stomach turn, as if she had thought about something gross. It killed her mood… for about a minute… and then her clit was throbbing again.

The first time she gave in to Frank’s pleading led nowhere. It didn’t matter how long she sat on his face or fooled around with him, nothing she did seemed to make the feelings pass. Making her boyfriend get off helped slightly, after she ordered him to abandon the use of condoms, but never enough to fix her new situation. Nothing helped. Since it first started Vanessa spent nearly every night with her toys and her fingers until she came so hard that she passed out in her own bed. Each following morning she woke up still dripping with desire in soaked bed sheets and went to school with a purse that was heavy with tampons, napkins, and tissues to try and wipe up the mess that wouldn’t stop trickling down to her ankles.

When the end of the week finally came around, her poor pussy was so swollen and sore it looked like someone had punched it. When she cut class in the middle of the day, she didn’t immediately go searching for Frank for once. The unintelligent brute had been unsuccessful in taking care of her needs lately, so she decided she didn’t need him, but she did need to be able to focus and think clearly for once. Her little pussy had all but made the decision for her, so she made her way to the closest bathroom where she pinned the door shut behind her and yanked her skirt down to her ankles. She didn’t even bat an eye when the fabric tore at her insistent tugging, just spread her legs and sighed happily to the old bathroom mirror when she felt the cool breeze in the room land on her poor little mound. Though, little probably wasn’t the right word to use anymore. Her clit was so hard and needy by that point that the bundle of nerves looked angry to her… or at her. The lack of relief from her undying libido had practically changed the look of her little slit. It didn’t look trimmed and spotless anymore, her pussy was so wet that her legs were covered in webs of her own juices that dripped down to her knees and made her thighs glisten like her cunt had been turned into miniature Niagara Falls. Her little pussy lips, which had once been so smooth and neat and tight, were now engorged to the point that her mound looked almost fat to the cheerleader. Her lips hung slightly parted now like her body was hungrily waiting for something to be stuffed up inside of her… and her hands moved before she knew what she was doing with them.

Vanessa gasped as she started grinding her own palm against her clit like she was trying to crush it, and a strange smile appeared unconsciously on her pretty pink mouth when she thought about how this might finally clear her head. It didn’t, of course, but that didn’t stop her from rolling her hips against her hands until each of her fingers had dipped into her needy quim, gotten sticky, and were left dribbling with her juices. If anything, it just gave her the need to squeeze her tiny royal tunnel down on each digit and push herself down deeper onto each knuckle until her legs went weak and she ended up bent over the bathroom sink just to keep from falling to the ground.

Her thighs clapped together as she pressed her tits down into the bathroom sink and her moans echoed off the mirror her cheek came to rest against as Vanessa curled her fingers inside of her. Her body shook and tensed, and just as she was about to reach the edge of bliss, Newman appeared in her thoughts again. The squelching noises that her fingers made as she stuffed them into her cunt abruptly stopped as Vanessa shook her goofy grin and the image in her head away, but the stray thought had already done its damage. Her orgasm slipped back out of reach before she could fiddle with her clit a little more and Vanessa was sent back to the beginning. Her mind returned to her for a moment to realize that she looked like a whore at the moment with all the sticky, clear pussy juices spilling out of her palm.

Her eyes were glazed over, her breasts were surprisingly firm. Her hard, delicate nipples tented out the front of her outfit and looked huge in their confines. She had tried to pick a top that wouldn’t rub the raw, sensitive tips until they were sore, but all of her tops were so annoyingly tight. She remembered wanting all of them to be that way when she bought them, but now it was just making things more difficult for her. Her shirt looked so stretched across her bosom that she could see the outline of her nipple piercings through it. Her tits were so sensitive that they felt swollen and… full it felt like they had started producing milk but failed to release any of it. They didn’t seem any bigger, but her nipples were hard enough that her pink areola actually swelled up with them into a pair of tiny, tingling mounds. Her skin glistened with sweat and drool spilled out of her beestung pink lips and into the sink in a long thick line. Her hair shone like gold as she groaned and moaned until the mirror fogged up in front of her face.

Without her own body to look at, Vanessa was left to focus on the sensations of her own touch and the stray breeze. She whimpered when she realized how strongly she was feeling everything at that moment, but the painful awareness of everything happening didn’t stop her from digging her fingers back into her needy cunt. The fact that she could feel the warm spit on her lips and the way it rolled continuously out of her mouth in microscopic waves somehow didn’t creep her out. It just made her shudder… like someone was slowly kissing their way across every inch of her mouth. She could feel the cool air of the bathroom slip beneath the hem of her shirt, and the way her own arousal dripped down onto her toes and made her flinch from the heavy impact. Her image reappeared before her as she gasped… and then Vanessa’s grin turned downright goofy as a familiar buzz pulsated out from her core in short waves and down into the tips of her limbs. Her orgasm was back already, and yet so was the image of Newman and the image of Mary. They appeared in her mind like her thoughts were trying to throw in some kind of instinctive flashback to her greatest hits, but the idea of blood or holding one of them in her thoughts during a moment like this was once again repulsive to her…

...and so her orgasm slipped away for a second time.

Because of that, it didn’t matter to her if anyone heard her whine like some kind of sex-starved strumpet. The only thing that she cared about was how sweet it felt when she finally embraced her newfound sensitivity and raked the inside of her shapely thighs with her sharp nails. Her fingers dug and scratched her, but the pain didn’t turn her off like it usually did. Her senses were so sharp and she was so pent up that for a moment it became difficult for her to differentiate between pleasure and pain. The two sensations blended together briefly, like she had added a kind of flavor to the fun she was having. It didn’t send her back to the edge… but it did make her core throb so much that she flicked her swollen clit quick and hard, and punished her disobedient pussy for not working right. She was supposed to be in charge. Not Newman, not some rampaging libido. Vanessa was always the one in control, and so she punished her slit for leaving her so frustrated. She pinched and pulled at her own clit, scraped and scratched at her thighs until they were covered in red lines and burned from her touch, and groaned when her prodding made her eyes cross and her body twitch hard enough to make her big, round ass cheeks jiggle and clap together.

After a while, she got to the point where she practically didn’t even need to touch herself anymore. Her hands pulled back from her little pussy, which kept clenching and twitching like something was pushing on her muscles from somewhere inside her body to make her little pussy tighten, and her glassy eyes slowly floated up into the back of her head. She grinned and squeaked, her stomach ever full with the familiar feeling of an imaginary monster writhing around in it... and then finally her legs slapped together as her body locked up. Her toes curled so hard that Vanessa unconsciously kissed the mirror in front of her and locked lips with her own reflection. Her orgasm hit her so strongly that she could feel the edges of her body vibrating, like she was holding a small engine with her fingertips. Despite the fact that she was barely touching herself anymore, her orgasm still hit her so hard and fast that she lost control of herself. Long, full body tremors took control instead, forcing her feet out from under her so she was left bent over the sink and hanging off the edge of it. It hit her like an earthquake, with each ground-shaking pulse forcing a jet of liquid to squirt out of her pussy and onto her thighs and the floor beneath her. Her stomach clenched so hard she stopped breathing completely at random intervals, only to regain control long enough to let out a series of squeaking moans before another pulse came and she started squirting all over again.

Her muscles started to ache long before her orgasm ever finished. It started in her core and her back when her abdomen locked up and stayed that way, and then eventually the ache spread out to her limbs. Yet, once again the pain didn’t turn her away from her pleasure. Instead, she gave a goofy smile to her own reflection as her hips thrashed and bucked into the sink hard enough to make loud thumping sounds echo out of the bathroom. Her ass shook as her tongue lolled out of her mouth, and for a moment, Vanessa managed to think about something other than Newman and her victims. She reminded herself of how perverted she looked bent over like that, cumming her brains out, and the cheerleader opened her eyes for one last look.

Vanessa didn’t even realize she had screamed at her own reflection until her skirt was yanked back up to her ankles. She just found herself on her feet again, stumbling against the far wall opposite the mirror as the contractions in her pussy gradually weakened bit by bit and **** minute groans out of her lips. She never actually stopped cumming, like her pussy broke from her last release, but she ignored it to the best of her ability. Her gaze was instead locked on the bulge sticking out of her neck. She watched and whimpered as the snake-like shape in her throat wriggled back down and away into her stomach until it was out of sight and everything seemed normal again. She shook her head and frowned, and the reflection of her body shook her head in return… but while Vanessa was still focused on her hallucinations of a monster, she missed the moment when her reflection smiled at her instead of mimicking her frown. The cheerleader simply limped away, moaning and groaning, out of the bathroom and then immediately went out of the school as well and, all while she moved, her little broken pussy continued to leave little puddles of her cum on the ground behind her.