“A what?” exclaimed Claire with shocked eyes, listening to her friend's words.
The other girls looked at Ana similarly, and Demi got more irritated when she heard the overconfident teacher's name.
“That bitch” hissed the brunette, returning to lean against the tree with her arms crossed under her breasts “She has no limits, but if that's what she wants...I'll be happy to make her regret the choice.”
“No,” growled Sarah, turning back to her from the bench, “this is all bullshit.”
“Let's keep it down,” Martina intervened, “It's not a speech for everyone's attention, don't you think?”
The girls were sitting in the school garden, some tables were provided by the institution for the lunch break. They had started using it as a meeting place for a few months after all the events that had brought them together. Demi, however, continued to play the girl out of the choir, staying close but leaning against the tree.
“I'd like to joke,” Ana replied, remaining unflappable. She said there could only be one Tit Queen in the school, and that's her.”
The air grew tense as the girls processed that arrogant revelation. The mere idea of seeing Amanda excel over them through such a disturbing event was absurd, yet the challenge loomed over them like a dark cloud.
“Why would she suggest such a thing?” Claire said in a feeble voice, searching for the right words.
“Because she's an arrogant bitch” growled Demi, approaching her ‘That stupid bimbo thinks she can come here and decide whatever she wants’ the brunette slammed her hands on the table, looking Ana in the eyes “She will never be the Tit Queen, that's my title”
“Now let's calm down. We are not here to decide who is more overrated,” said Sarah, smiling at the girl.
Demi shifted her gaze to the brunette, squaring her completely. Sarah held her gaze, implying to remind her rival who had brought home the bra during their confrontation.
“Can't we just ignore it?” said Claire, looking at the other girls “If we don't participate, there won't be a problem, no?”
“I wish it were that simple,” seethed Ana “Amanda has already thought of this eventuality. If we don't participate, the whole school will find out about our fights, even the principal. At worst, we will be expelled for inappropriate behaviour.”
The girls exchanged glances, a common understanding spreading among them. The situation was taking a dangerous turn, threatening to make them lose control.
“Okay,” Claire said firmly, “If we don't want to participate in the tournament, is we can't even ignore Amanda ... then what can we do?”
“We have to get Amanda to desist,” Sarah said, thinking about how to do it.
Ana watched her friends begin to get pensive. All this had happened because of her; if Amanda had not seen her confrontation with Louisa, she would have had no way of putting them in that situation.
“I will do it,” Ana announced, a determined look in her eyes, “I am the one who created the problem, I will be the one to solve it. Tomorrow I will post with Amanda and convince her to give it up.”
“And how are you going to do that? That bitch has already made up her mind,” Demi said, rolling her eyes.
Ana took a deep breath, She felt the urgency to get her friends to safety and resolve the thorny situation they were in.
“I ... will talk to her,” the blonde said, “And if that is not enough ... I will come up with something.”
The seconds passed in silence, all the girls had their eyes fixed on Ana, who reciprocated their gaze in turn. Martina leaned forward until she rested her chin on the wood of the bench.
“That bitch.”
Demi stood up sharply, pointing at the blonde.
“See? You think so too!”
The girls burst out laughing, making their anxiety lighter, if only briefly.
***
Ana sat at her desk, her eyes glued to the clock above the classroom door. Each tick echoed through the classroom like a metronome counting down the end of the last hour, announcing the moment when she would have to gather all her courage. Her heart was pounding in her chest, a silent drumbeat that seemed to choke off some of the confidence she had at her previous meeting with her friends.
“What a fool I am,” thought the blonde, biting her fingernail “Stupid, stupid, stupid.”
The Russian student had never felt so insecure before, the idea of failing to convince the professor to end that ungrateful blackmail was a shadow hovering around her body. Her attention was elsewhere, so much so that she could not tell what today's lesson was about.
When the bell finally rang, the classroom exploded in a cacophony of books banging and chairs crawling across the floor. Ana gathered all her courage, watching her classmates come out in a line, eager to escape. Claire took one last look at her friend, finally following Demi out of the classroom. They both knew that Ana had to be alone; she had to find the strength within her to perform the miracle.
The classroom grew quieter and quieter until she was the last one standing. The blonde took deep breaths and stepped out into the deserted hallway. Fluorescent lights flickered, casting an eerie glow on the empty lockers lining the walls, and the sound of other people's footsteps faded until she could hear nothing but the rapid beating of her heart.
She walked down the long hallway, descending the stairs slowly, approaching the teachers' lounge, the destination and epicentre of her race. Amanda was behind that wooden door, the teacher awaiting her response regarding the challenge. Ana's hand lingered on the handle, touching the cold brass. The anxiety she felt seemed to suffocate her from within.
Ana then opened the door and entered.
The door opened with a sinister creak that broke the silence as the somewhat cluttered room filled the girl's eyes. Some desks had papers and books on them, some were completely bare and tidy as a contrast, along with the faint lavender scent of the plants on the window. Amanda looked up from her papers, her sharp gaze meeting Ana's. The woman was leaning against the desk in front of the door, waiting.
“Look at that surprise,” Amanda said with a complicit smile grazing the corners of her lips. “What do I owe the displeasure?”
Ana felt her cheeks burn with anger, the mere sight of that woman made her blood boil. Her brown eyes continued to challenge the professor's green ones, inhaling deeply to resist the temptation to jump at the blonde's throat.
“I'm here to talk about your blackmail, Amanda.”
The woman grunted, annoyed, crossing her arms over her chest.
“I told you you can't call me by my first name, little girl”, hissed the blonde “And really? Blackmail? Is that what you would call a chance to shine...like a shooting star?” smiled Amanda arrogantly.
“Yes, it's blackmail,” Ana said as her gaze hardened “We shouldn't be forced to do such a thing.”
Amanda's smile became more subtle, her eyes squinted slightly.
“Forced?” repeated the woman, in a venomous voice ‘No one here has ever forced you... To you little cows I have given... a choice’ Amanda gestured in the air with her hand, continuing to smile at the student “You and the other girls can choose to participate and be defeated by me, or you can choose to be labelled as weak cowards, running away from a challenge... Of course, remembering that the headmaster will find out everything about your... private duels.”
Ana clenched her fists along her sides.
“This is blackmail,” she spat back, with a hard stare.
Amanda leaned forward, her expression unchanged. The dizzying cleavage drew the student's attention immediately.
“Consider it ... an incentive,” chuckled the professor, “I'll ask you one last time. Are you here to confirm your participation ... or to inform me that you have chosen to be disappointed?”
“We're not going to be a part of it,” hissed Ana with eyes shining with defiance.
“Then you leave me no choice,” said Amanda, her smile turned colder, her voice lowered to a dangerous whisper. “If you refuse to participate, I'll make sure the school hears about and we all know what the principal thinks about it.”
Ana clenched her jaw, turning and walking slowly toward the door. The key in the lock was there, motionless and silent, mirrored in her eyes. Her hand lingered on it for a second before turning the key in the keyhole and closing the door with a sinister click.
“Oh?” sighed Amanda, surprised.
“I had already figured out that with words I wasn't going to get very far,” Ana said, slowly turning to face the woman ‘Amanda, you believe that everything should be under your control, and when there is something out of place you tend to ... fix it’ the student's hands grabbed her shirt, pulling it up to stay in her bra ”Well, we're not going to be controlled by a slut like you.”
Ana shed her bra, letting her bare breasts bounce lightly on her chest. Amanda fixed her curious eyes on the student's chest, now more menacing than ever. Meeting her gaze with the blonde, Amanda stood up and began to undo the buttons of her blouse.
“Oh Ana”, she smiled ‘Poor and deluded Ana...do you think you have a chance?’ The blouse opened, and Amanda's breasts were partially revealed, still hidden by her lace bra “Demi couldn’t stand against me. What about you? Were you able to defeat Demi? Oh no, you were unable to” Amanda's 36EEs were free to bounce on her chest, high despite the woman's age, a sign of their dangerousness “What makes you think you have any hope against the woman who destroyed your bully friend?”
“My actions are driven by my motivations, Amanda,” smiled Ana, feeling the woman's gaze harden “And now, my only goal is to smash those sagging purses at you.”
The professor squinted her eyes, smiling amused at the student's arrogance. She would rejoice at every moan coming from the blonde in front of her, and she would continue to rage at those youthful tits again and again, in total domination.
Amanda raised her arms above her head, shaking her chest with sparkling eyes. Ana still stared intently at that large, hard-looking breast that she now had to conquer. The student's gaze crossed with the woman's as the professor lowered her arms, and both pushed forward, meeting her rival with a slap.
Noise filled the room before the two blondes began pounding their huge breasts together, each collision filling the air with the noise of flesh against flesh that intoxicates the mind but causes pain, yielding slightly to the contact against the other breast. The rhythm gradually increased, and Ana opened her mouth to help herself breathe as the burning in her chest began to be felt.
A loud slap and the bodies of the two blondes separated by a step, Amanda gasped as she looked at Ana's breasts with a half smile. Both had felt each other's perfect form in that little exchange, and it had become a matter of principle for the woman to tame the younger pair.
“Not bad, freak” smiled the professor, walking in circles “Your tits are young and full, ready to explode.”
“Stop it, Amanda”, hissed Ana, following her rival's movement, “Or you'll have to say goodbye to your saggy bags.”
The professor's eyes narrowed to a slit, twisting her hips to swing her breasts at the enemy pair, Ana mimicked the move and met the blow. They both gritted their teeth as their chests jiggled from the force of the collision, going back to repeat the move, continuing to throw their 36EEs from the side in a duel of strength.
Ana gritted her teeth as she tried to counter her rival's movements, equalising and pounding her breasts hard against Amanda's pair. The woman felt pain stinging her chest as she felt the student's pair crash against her breasts like rocks.
The professor turned quickly to one side and then the other, causing Ana to lose the rhythm of the moment. The crash made the student's breasts bounce wildly, backing away for a moment as she groaned.
“Does it hurt, bitch?” growled the woman “We're just getting started.”
Ana hissed and hit harder, her 36EEs were swung from the side and slapped against the professor's right tit. Amanda gritted her teeth, twisting her torso back and returning the slap.
Their flesh flattened at the contact, trembling as the momentum of their exchange shook their chests. Ana moaned again, pulling back and slamming her breasts forward like a battering ram and forcing the woman back.
Amanda smiled, walking slowly to the side before jumping on her rival one more time. Ana pushed forward, and their breasts pressed together, leaking flesh to the sides.
Planting their feet on the ground, the two blondes began to throw their boobs into the rival pair, swaying their hips to increase the force behind each thrust, occasionally pushing against each other and watching as their breasts swelled on their chests.
“Is it possible that she is not in pain?”
Ana's gaze burned from the pain and humiliation of not being able to erase that damn smile on the woman's lips. The student's breasts burned as the professor seemed to continue to strike relentlessly. Amanda increased the force behind her blows, pushing her breasts deeper into the blonde's chest. Ana staggered back slightly, grunting.
The professor giggled amusedly, opening her mouth to speak, but the only sound was a yelp as Ana twisted her body to slap her breasts hard into the woman's pair.
Ana's eyes met the blonde's surprised ones before inflicting another swing and violently slamming her 36EE into Amanda's.
Throwing herself forward, the student thrust her breasts deep into the blonde's chest, crushing them as she slammed her back. Amanda staggered with a groan, landing her ass against the desk behind her, dropping a few papers to the floor.
“Does it hurt, slut?” sneered Ana, putting her hands on her hips “We've only just begun.”
Amanda's face turned into a mask of rage, getting up from the desk and approaching the blonde menacingly. Her breasts bounced on her chest as her body collided with Ana's.
“You little bitch. You'll regret crossing your tits with me,” hissed the professor.
The two blondes' hands gripped each other's hips, letting the seeds slide back and forth together forcefully, forcing them to each side and increasing the pressure on their chests.
Amanda's eyes were fixed on Ana's, and the sound of their now sweaty flesh being rubbed filled the small space around them. Small slaps came out of their flesh as she was slapped, rotating her shoulders to push back her enemy's breasts.
The huge breasts swelled at the pressure as her blondes continued to grind together, letting her nipples torture her rival's flesh with each panting pass.
Pulling back, Ana slammed her breasts forward with a frontal thrust. Amanda hissed at the sensation of her retreating breasts, slamming back harder. Their breasts met with wet slaps, the wobbly flesh continuing to be crushed against the enemy pair.
Ana moaned in pain, crawling her foot back after a heated exchange with Amanda's tits, cursing at herself as Amanda's tits continued to slam into hers.
The student forced herself forward, resisting the pain and slamming her tits into Amanda's huge watermelons, eliciting a moan from the woman as she returned the favor.
Their gazes burned with mutual hatred as the wet sound of their 36EEs continuing to crash together erased all logical thought, leaving room for the one desire to break the other's chest.
Amanda continued to rage with her breasts relentlessly, their body staggering across the room and hitting desks, the flesh of their breasts constantly deformed with each collision.
Ana opened her eyes wide after a violent blow, her legs trembling until she fell to the floor with a small scream. The woman stood panting, her eyes fixed on the body of the student who passed her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead.
Their breasts throbbed from the continuous pain, and their flushed, sweaty skin had consumed the image of the perfect complexion they had seen at the beginning of the duel. Ana looked up, a light of pure hatred in her eyes that made the air around them chill.
The woman watched her rival rise quickly and launch herself at her with a snarl, slamming her 36EE with a savage rhythm to leave the professor no second to breathe.
Amanda found herself staggering around the room, barely able to fight off the violence of the exchange, the blonde's huge tits slapping against hers relentlessly until she screamed out in pain.
The two couples continued to slam together repeatedly, each collision followed by a pained groan as Amanda found herself on the defensive to her enormous surprise against the younger blonde's rush.
The professor's legs trembled with each impact, refusing to yield as Amanda hurled her breasts into the rival pair with all the force she had, listening to the moans of pain being emitted from her rival's lips.
Ana continued to swing her breasts mercilessly, however, suppressing the pain that erupted in her chest every time their flesh flattened together, their distorted shape and the continuous duel made it slower and slower to regain the perfect shape of their breasts.
Slowly, Ana's impetus began to fade, spending more time between blows due to fatigue, but enough to throw Amanda against the coat rack in the corner of the room with one last fierce thrust, knocking him over as the woman's body slammed against the wall.
“Bitch...” gasped Ana, resting her hands on her knees “Is this... what you want...? Pain and… defeat...?” the student straightened up, pointing her finger at the woman “It will be this... only this... what you get...”
Amanda stared in silence at the blonde who spoke between breaths, feeling accused by the girl who had her cornered. Inside, she felt anger boiling hotly as the moral slap hit her full in the face.
“No... It's all different... You can't understand...” the woman's voice was low and harsh “I will win... I always win...” Amanda staggered away from the wall, approaching her rival “I will reign... over this school... over all of you... because I am... the better woman... my tits are better...” Ana looked silently at her rival, ready to snap “And you ... stupid and ... insignificant bitch... you are just… a fucking pebble... in my way.”
Amanda threw herself on the blonde, wrapping her arms around Ana's body. The student was quick to reciprocate the hold as their breasts crashed together.
Their bodies writhed right away, turning in place as their breasts pressed together. Aligning their breasts, they pushed them together nipple to nipple, moaning as pain and the jolt of sudden pleasure shot through them.
Pulling back, they sent their 36EEs together again, whimpering at the sensation of their tips bending over each other and burying themselves in their areolas.
The two pairs shattered together again and again, each time it was more and more painful. Amanda threw her head back as her breasts sagged inward, and Ana bit her lip to try in vain to stifle the moan that rose in her throat.
The blondes felt the pain explode like needles inside their chests each time their flesh was compulsorily forced back, radiating over their breasts and making them shudder.
Both could feel how the firmness of their breasts dropped regularly, the weight of their chests beginning to bear down, making their ample breasts hang downward.
Wrapping tighter, they relentlessly pushed their breasts together, slamming them against each other in pain. Each time the shape of their breasts distorted, the two blondes moaned, continuing until the pain was unbearable.
Pulling back, they delivered one more blow that made their entire bodies tremble. Losing their grip, the two rivals stumbled back a step, sobbing as their breasts fell downward.
Without waiting, Ana threw her right breast against the professor's right tit, Amanda screamed as she staggered to the side. The woman went back and slammed the same breast against her counterpart, knocking the student back.
Ana swung her tits violently, beating them against Amanda's breasts and suffering the same fate, moaning and screaming as their bodies danced around the room.
Ana hit the wall several times, launching herself at her rival and sending her crashing into the cabinets, each time both of them returned to the fight, getting back up to continue slamming their breasts into the rival pair until they felt it give way.
Amanda ducked just before the student's breasts hit her, rising quickly and slapping her breasts hard into the bottom of the blonde's 36EE.
Ana screamed in pain, feeling herself grabbed by her rival a second later to slap her breasts into the enemy pair again. Their breasts rolled over and under the others, continuing to deform with each pass.
When Amanda's breasts were atop the student's aching pair, the woman stood up on tiptoe under Ana's fearful gaze, dropping them onto her rival's chest.
Ana's mouth opened wide in a guttural moan as the woman's breasts rose again and sagged against her tits. The student writhed desperately, moaning each time the woman's pair hit hers.
Throwing her head back, Ana stood on tiptoe as Amanda began to move her breasts upward, sending a loud slap into the woman's lower breasts.
Groaning in pain, Amanda found herself backing away, but was blocked by the student who locked her arms behind her back, pushing her breasts directly into those of the professor.
“I'm going to crush you ... flat ... cxnt,” gasped Ana with shining eyes.
“You're finished...” moaned Amanda “I'll be the one...flattening your...weak purses...”
Both felt their rival's heavy breasts push back, throwing their tits together wearily but painfully, moaning and screaming from the pain that continued to erode their chests as they worked the rival pair.
Ana moaned as the professor's arms tightened more, pushing her breasts forward hard. The student whimpered in agony as Amanda's breasts pushed against her own, forcing her to step back.
Ana tightened her grip in turn, pushing her breasts forward several times and slamming them against the woman's sweaty pair, causing her to flinch back with a moan.
The student continued to thrust unceasingly, feeling her flesh stretch across her chest as she pushed Amanda's tits back.
The blondes screamed in pain as their nipples brushed together, bending each other and forcing her to tighten her grip more to finally break her rival's resistance.
“Fuck you!” screamed Amanda, thrusting her tits forward.
Ana trouble from the pain, backing away as the woman quickly hit her breasts before pulling her to herself and slamming her breasts forward. Their flesh squirted outward each time the two pairs of huge breasts met.
Ana slammed her breasts harder and harder with a growl, not hiding the pain she felt in her chest. Her nipples continued to bury themselves in flesh as she stepped forward.
Amanda's cheeks were streaked with tears, but her face was a mask of rage, slamming back with her flushed breasts, the two pairs visibly flattened, and both screamed in pain.
Slowly, Amanda began to stumble more and more with each collision with Ana's breasts, even though the student was visibly in pain, both were distressed by the unrelenting pain.
The professor groaned as her legs trembled, still recoiling. Each thrust caused surreal pain; each thrust from Amanda was matched by one from Ana, driving her further and further back as their breasts sagged over their chests.
Amanda's body hit her desk, lying on it with half her body and pulling her younger rival to her as well. Ana let out a groan as the woman dropped her to the side so she would not find herself crushed.
Ana moaned as she felt her breasts trembling and withdrawing, feeling the first moment of failure that simply made her more desperate. The nipples of their breasts seemed entwined as they tightened more.
As the pain continued to increase, the two blondes used their nipples to rage even more, bending over each other and stabbing at each other's rival tits.
Amanda felt her flesh give way, lowering her gaze quickly to see if she was dreaming. Ana was focused on the duel as Amanda kept pushing back, refusing to accept that she could be defeated.
The sensation of her wobbling breasts, however, was growing stronger and stronger; each time Ana's 36EE pressed against hers, her flesh stretched more, struggling to return to its original shape and giving ground to the younger breast.
Amanda's eyes widened, meeting Ana's gaze that showed fear of feeling the same thing in her breasts, a sagging that would lead to defeat.
A dull noise jerked both blondes, someone tried to open the door. Being locked from the inside, the person knocked louder to be heard.
“Amanda? Are you inside?” a female voice came from the high side of the door ”Why is it closed?”
“Fuck,” whispered Amanda, releasing Ana and getting up.
The student followed in turn, and both ran to gather their belongings and dress again. When both were quite presentable, Amanda opened the door and let her colleague in.
“Amanda, how come the door is closed?”
“My mistake,” the woman apologised, casting a glance at Ana, ”I had to discuss an important matter with this girl. However, we are done now. Ana, you may go.”
The student nodded silently, moving past Amanda and the other woman. Her heart was still pounding, and as Amanda ushered her colleague in, Ana turned toward her.
“Resign yourself,” Ana said under her breath.
Amanda looked at her in silence, a look filled with jealousy and hatred. Squinting, the woman closed the door behind her.
Ana went back to breathing as if she had been underwater so far, looking at that closed door for a few more seconds before finally leaving for home.
***
Amanda slams her fist down on her desk. An hour had passed since the interruption of her confrontation with Ana, and she had remained in the room thinking.
The confrontation had been the hardest she had ever faced; she still distinctly felt that sagging sensation of her breasts against Ana's pair.
She hated to admit it, but if there had not been that interruption, perhaps she would have lost.
“Fuck it,” hissed the woman.
Ana had gotten what she wanted; Amanda could never have risked losing during the tournament, especially with the knowledge of others within the school.
Amanda would give in to the idea of the tournament, but she would become the woman who would rule the school by other means.
And Ana would again be “the pebble in the middle of the road.”
