She finishes herself off.

The moment Stacy shut the door to her room, she quite literally jumped onto her bed and finally allowed herself to shove her hand into her soaked panties and into her burning insides. She didn't even bother teasing her clit or rubbing her labia to get herself nice and wet. No, she needed to cum now, and that's what she was going to do. Not that foreplay was needed, this was the wettest she had been since she and Mack had started rooming together.

Even faster than than her hand were the fantasies. Fantasies of how unbelievably hard she would've came if he was even a little meaner, if he so much as scoffed in her direction. The exact instant she pressed her fingers against her walls was the exact instant she envisioned herself collapsing on the floor and cumming her brains out in front of him. Just like her horny vision, she came harder than she thought was humanly possible, the only remaining scraps of sanity she had left being used to turn over and bury her face in a pillow to hide her moans.

She felt her whole body burn in pleasure, heat flowing through her whole being, pure ecstasy coursing through her veins. Her whole body tightened and her legs went into the air. She could feel her pride empty out through her cunt onto her bed. Not that she cared for the moment. Her fingers kept moving on their own, dragging out the moment for far longer than she thought she could handle. But eventually, the intensity subsided, and left behind a twitching mess, her fingers resting inside herself, unmoving aside from heavy breaths through the brick of cotton over her face.

As she calmed down and regained her senses, she turned back over to get a breath of fresh air without the pillow in the way. The newfound oxygen made her realize with full clarity what just happened. She fantasized about Mack. Mack the loser. Mack the nerd who plays with watches. Mack, the weirdo she looked down on, the one she shoved around almost every single day. And it was so. Fucking. Hot. She pushed the pillow back into her face in shame, even harder this time.

That shame very quickly turned to anger. How dare he talk to her like that! She wasn't going to take it lying down! She wasn't a meek rabbit, she was the wolf! She was the one who hunted down these pathetic fools that dared to walk near her! She was the one in control! And she was going to make sure that bastard knew it!

Of course, no matter how loudly she proclaimed herself to be queen, she couldn't change the fact that he had power over her. She didn't know what, but Mack did. Mack knew with certainty that she was his to play with. Her and the rest of her posse of cruel figures that she dragged around with her.

As Stacy sat up with rage in her eyes, she pulled her fingers out of her cunt. She looked at them with hate that softened when she saw how thoroughly covered in her own juices were. Somehow, knowing the dripping molasses was her own was only making her produce more. She parted her finger and watched in aroused horror as ropes formed between her fingers, sinking with gravity and dripping onto her bed.

It was then she came to a terrible realization.