Hannah's Revenge Ch. 09

It had been a long hard night for me. The stench of Hannah's disgusting sweaty tights had been fully absorbed by my face, and still the coarse fabric felt rough upon my face with every movement a constant reminder of what was wrapped round my head. Even the smallest possible consolation of the fact that her knickers sitting in my mouth were no longer covered in shit was vastly overshadowed by the knowledge that it was my own mouth that had cleaned them, with the taste of Hannah's shit having soaked across my mouth over the long hours of the night before. Even the uncomfortable feeling of the wet fabric in my mouth elicited an uncomfortable groan from behind the makeshift gag of Hannah's kickers and tights.

Looking across to the other bed I shuddered in horror at the shapeless mound with its back to me, the bedclothes rising and falling from her laboured breathing, her loud snores piercing the otherwise silent room. Turning back to face the ceiling, I was glad that she was still asleep lest she take advantage of me for some more horrible abuse. But as the seconds turned to minutes with nothing to do but stare at the blankness above and listen to the deep roaring snores of the fat rapist next to me, I felt boredom creeping over me. I didn't even have my phone to distract me, knowing that it was still in the grasp of Hannah's ham-fist. The whole night before I could hear her chuckling as she read my most private messages and laughing maliciously as she formed some horrible plan. I wasn't sure what it was yet, but knowing she knew the most private and dark secrets of my friends, along with the disgustingly disturbing way she'd treated me over the last few days, I knew it wouldn't be pretty.

I couldn't bear it anymore. As quietly as I could I rose from the bed and slowly began unwrapping the tights from around my head, freeing my mouth to remove the disgusting red thong, wet from hours of soaking in my mouth. I flung it across the room in disgust, wiping the wetness off my fingers on the floor. I knew I would face reprisal from Hannah for freeing myself from the gag, that fear being the only reason I had even kept the thing on when she was awake across from me, but I had to get out of that room. I stared longingly at the bathroom, desperately hoping to wash away the filth and shame. Or at the very least relieve myself of, what I was horrified to realise, was probably a lot of Hannah's urine that had passed through my system. But turning back to look at her huge sleeping body, I sadly closed my mind to the possibility, knowing that the noise of the shower would likely awaken her and only hasten the, admittedly inevitable, punishment from her that would follow.

Instead I cautiously flitted around the room, gathering up yesterday's clothing. I would have preferred to put on a fresh uniform, but given that I could still smell the stench of Hannah's sweat on my face, the slightly used feel of my own clothes from yesterday was the least of my worries. Glancing down at the vanity mirror by the door, I gave my hair a quick brush, trying however vainly to make myself look somewhat presentable.

One last forlorn look at Hannah filled my body with dread as I heard the bed creak loudly as she shifted. I was terrified she was going to wake up then and there, but she was merely shifting in her sleep before releasing a loud nocturnal fart. I gagged on the smell as it wafted towards me but at least I could take some consolation that it wasn't with my nose inserted into her arse.

Is this what my life is now? Taking solace from the fact that there isn't a fat sweaty arse farting on my face, and knowing all too well what that felt like? Shaking my head in despair I closed the door, shutting away horrible Hannah, if only temporarily.

Despite the early hour, I could feel the heat of the day already beginning to creep over the campus grounds. Still able to smell myself, I was thankful that the majority of my schoolmates were still in their rooms. Glancing at my watch I realised I shouldn't have been surprised. Not only was it not even 8 o'clock yet, but all the horrible events of the past few days had made me lose track of time. Saturdays at Greenbrier were more relaxed than the rest of the week. With neither classes nor Sunday chapel to otherwise fill the day, students were left to their own devices. While normally I would enjoy the freedom of a day off with my friends, I knew that Hannah also had the freedom of the day to do whatever she wanted... The thought alone sent a chill down my spine, and I hurried off to find a bathroom, desperate to clean myself as much as possible to make the most of what little freedom I had that morning...

I sighed with relief as I reached a bathroom, trying not to think about how much of my own urine started off as Hannah's before being forced down my throat. Quickly followed by a whore's bath in the sink, scrubbing away at my pores with hand soap to try desperately to wash away the stench of sweat and shame it had absorbed over the night. Looking at myself in the mirror I was horrified at what I saw. The face staring back at me was a stranger. Gone was the bright and happy face that had found itself in every mirror I'd ever looked at throughout my life. Instead facing me was a sullen face of misery, with bags under the eyes, dripping with sink water from the whore bath. I sighed as I realised all too well how accurate that name now was for me. With one last longing look in the mirror, praying in vain to see the old face looking back at me again, I turned away and let the bathroom door slam shut behind me.

I slunk into the dining hall which was all but empty. A few catering staff were milling around setting up breakfast for the day, and there were a couple early rising students who were taking advantage of the calm before the breakfast rush, but it was a world away from the noisy hubbub that so often marked meal-time in the Greenbrier dining hall.

The peace and quiet was welcome to me, granting me a respite from the raging torrent of fear and stress in my head. The air was filled with the beautiful scents of the busy kitchen ready for breakfast, enough even to make me forget of the scent of sweat and shit I woke up in. Drifting across the dining hall I salivated at the array of delicious cooked breakfasts, fruits, and pastries. Piling my plate high with summer fruits and some croissants I carried my tray over to my regular table and sat down. And as the food passed through lips with a pleasurable sigh, I felt almost like my own self again.

Of course, it was always too good to last.

The dining hall slowly began to fill and the volume rise as my schoolmates woke and met with their groups of friends for breakfast. Everywhere I looked was happy smiling faces, and every sound was of laughter and excitement for the Saturday to come. I was alone. Of course, I shouldn't be surprised. Most of my friends and I didn't even get up this early on weekdays, I'm sure Katie and the twins were still comfortably asleep in bed. Joanna was the only one who would have even been close to waking since she often rose early for a morning horse-ride.

Almost on cue, I caught sight of Joanna's petite figure appeared across hall, catching my eye in the doorway. I smiled across at her, expecting her to smile back and join me for a quick breakfast. Instead I felt my heart sink as she looked straight at me, grimace in anger, then turn away with an aggressive swish of her bright pale blonde hair.

Clearly she still blamed me for her horribly humiliating experience on the roof yesterday, being forced to bow naked below old Ms. McLaughlin and kiss her feet. With a deep pang of shame in my heart, I felt responsible for it too. Her suffering was all my fault, and now that Hannah knew her darkest secret, what more suffering was she about to endure?

Dropping my head in shame my fearful mulling was interrupted with a loud "Ahem." from across the table.

I should have known, just when I was feeling my lowest, my horrible tormentor always showed up to remind me to sink even lower.

I looked up to see Hannah's pudgy face smirking down at me, half obscured behind a plate towering with greasy bacon and sausages.

"Well, well, well little Slave Slut." She smiled down at me, the chair across creaking beneath her immense weight. "How did you enjoy getting to suck my yummy shit out of my panties all night? I found them clean as a whistle this morning. Seems shit-cleaning is your one true calling."

I felt my face burning with shame as I remembered with horror every inch of her shit spreading across my palate for hours the night before. Somehow I managed to keep down my breakfast, but not without a few gags of horror.

"Of course, I never gave you permission to take off my lovely sweaty tights."

Hannah continued, as I gulped knowing my fears were confirmed. "But your punishment will have to wait. We've got a busy day ahead of us."

She paused, her face contorting into a twisted smile of malice.

"Not to mention the busy day your bitch friends have ahead of them."

I gasped in terror. I knew it! Oh god why did I have to be so weak?! I couldn't handle the torture of clamps on my nipples and now my friends will be suffering the same living hell which make up my every moment. What monstrous evil does she have planned?

Stabbing her fork through some rashers, she stuffed a mound of bacon into her mouth, bits of meat and fat spraying across the table at me as she loudly munched and spoke at the same time.

"First things first, I think we'll start with Little Lady Fauntleroy. Your best friend Katie needs to learn her place beneath me, just like you did. I think after all the shit shes put me through, I think it's time I put some shit through her."

She laughed at her own joke before turning her fork once more to the mountain of fatty meaty foods and shovelling some more into her mouth.

"Here, I'm bored with it now anyway." She snarled at me, tossing my phone across the table which I scrambled to grab. "Besides, I think its fitting that you're the bait for my little trap for Moncrieff. Send her a message asking to meet in your new room with me in, oh say, half an hour. That'll give me time to sort everything out. Oh this'll be a morning that stupid little toffy bimbo won't soon forget."

She laughed heartily again, with more specks of food spraying out with each cackle.

Gripping my phone in my hand I felt my whole body shaking. How could I do this? Be the one who lures my friend, my best friend, into the clutches of this fat, disgusting, stinking bitch? But what else could I do? The dirt she had on me, on Katie, on everyone. With a resigned sigh of defeat, I tapped out the invitation. The three dots of her typed reply bubbled on the screen before transforming into her reply.

"Hey Victoria!" The text read. "Weird that you moved rooms, although guess that explains why you didn't answer me yesterday morning LOL! Isn't that a double? Ooh did you bagsy a bath room? Might send Daddy a message, see if he can't pull some strings and get one for me too! See you soon xx"

Such a friendly, happy response. So full of naïve hope and ignorance of the horror that was to come. Again I felt a pang of shame for what I was doing. A tool in destroying her life just like mine. Letting the screen go black I looked up once more at Hannah, grunting and slurping as she devoured every last scrap of food on her plate. Leaning back with a contented sigh, she patted her swollen tummy before releasing a loud belch right in my face.

"Ah, yes. All lovely and full for that posh little bitch." She smiled up to the ceiling. "Time to head on back and make sure everything is all ready for our... special guest."

She groaned with the effort of rising to her feet before waddling towards the door. Turning back to me, she signalled me to follow her. Left with no option, all I could so was sigh and rise myself, feeling the bile of shame rising in my throat. What sort of a friend am I? Looking at Hannah's flabby back as she excitedly doddered back to our room, I knew the answer. A terrible one. I know what life is like in Hannah's servitude and yet I was willing to subject my best friend to the same horrors. Every step towards the door felt like daggers in my heart, yet still I walked on, helpless to resist...

As we climbed the stairs of Morrison House, Hannah's out-of-shape body wheezed alongside me. I was also moving slowly, but from some childish desire to avoid the inevitable. Eventually we reached the room and Hannah pushed past me to collapse on her bed, the suffering springs releasing loud creaks of complaint beneath her.

"Okay Slave Slut, here's your job. I want you to dig through your slag clothes and find the tiniest, sluttiest pair of lingerie you own. I know, you're such a whore that it'll be hard to decide from the dozens of skank outfits you've got, but just try your best. Then I need you to grab the camera from beneath my bed. And don't worry about deleting that video of our fun in the equipment shed, I've already got plenty of copies of it all over the cloud. We'll never lose that moment together. Then I want you to hide in the wardrobe with the door open a crack. Make sure you catch every moment of this on film. If you miss even a second, then it'll be a big punishment for you and I can tell you right now, you won't want that. Oh, and gimme your phone."

I gulped as I slipped my phone into her clammy palm. What did she have planned for poor Katie? What was I going to have to watch her do to my best friend? Rather than letting my mind create twisted fantasies, I set about to work, rummaging through the pile of my underwear that still lay on the floor where Hannah had thrown them all about on our first night here. Despite Hannah's concerns, most of my underwear was pretty, but functional. I'd packed for the school year and, while I enjoyed the luxury of a nice lingerie set, I didn't expect to have much opportunity to use them during term time. Thankfully I managed to scrape together the closest thing to a risqué outfit, with the smallest and laciest red bra and thong set I'd packed. It wasn't as slutty as I'm sure Hannah would like, but it was the closest thing I had.

Next I dropped to my hands and knees and began reaching under Hannah's bed for the cold metal feel of a camera. Feeling a sharp sting on my raised bum I heard Hannah cackle above me, the aching throb left behind a reminder of Ms. McLaughlin's very rough spanking yesterday and its still radiating aftereffects. If the punishment for fucking up today involved a spanking from cruel Hannah, I don't think I'd be able to take it.

Grabbing the camera in victory I flitted across the room and squeezed myself into the wardrobe, pulling my legs up into my chest. Opening up the video camera, I saw the screen burst into life and positioned it against the cracked door to make sure that the room beyond completely filled the screen. Feeling my heart beat against my rib cage from fearful apprehension of what was about to happen. All I could do was sit in the semi-dark of the wardrobe, and wait...

Eventually, there was a knock at the door. Hannah squealed in excitement and leapt to her feet, the floor loudly shuddering beneath her. As she opened the door I heard Katie gasp in surprise at being greeted, not by me, but by fat disgusting Hannah.

"Ew!" I heard her shout in the hallway. "Who let a pig in the building? It stinks of shit in here!"

Normally Katie's sharp words would have sent Hannah away crying in a fit of tears, but today she stood her ground, confident in her upper hand.

"Funny choice of words Moncrieff." I could hear the smirk in Hannah's voice even without seeing her face. "But if I were you, I'd be a little bit nicer to me just now."

"Nicer to you? Why the hell would I be nice to a fat little chav like you!" Katie shouted back. "What the hell are you doing in Victoria's room anyway? I'd expect a higher class of maid service than you. Or were you looking for some food scraps out of her bin you greedy cow!"

Hannah was mad now, and I caught a glimpse of the struggle between them at the door as Hannah grabbed Katie's hair, eliciting a yowl of pain from her and yanked her into the room, slamming the door behind her.

"What the hell do you think you're doing you psycho bitch!" Katie shouted into Hannahs face. "I cant believe you had the audacity to assault me like that! I'm going straight to Mrs Saunders to report you!"

"Jesus Christ, Moncrieff would you shut your fucking mouth for half a second in your life!" Hannah snapped back at her, her own frustration showing in her tone. She composed herself before continuing.

"I really wouldn't do that if I were you." Hannah smiled across at Katie. "Because if you don't behave yourself and do exactly what I tell you, then this little number might find its way to a few media outlets. And I have a feeling they'd be very interested."

Peeking through the wardrobe door, I saw the confusion on Katie's face, before the light of my phone screen hit it, and the confusion gave way to a pale face of horror. From my position in the wardrobe, I couldn't see what was on the screen, but from the video sound playing I knew exactly what Hannah was showing her.

It was a stupid, drunken mistake. A trip away at the Moncrieff house in the country. Katie's parents were away so it was just me and her, having a wild girls weekend. Wine, shots, slammers. For some reason we got it in our heads that it would be a great idea to go for a joy-ride in her father's pride and joy. A shining silver 1960 Bentley S2. What I could hear on the screen now was the shrill cheers of laughter as we roared down the dark country lanes. The video itself clearly showed Katie steering with one hand and swigging a Dom Perignon straight from the bottle in another. Our laughter and the roar of the car's engine grew to a fever pitch until suddenly there was the crunch of metal and the shatter of glass accompanied by our two shrieks as the car ground to its sudden stop. My phone camera was still rolling as we regained our wherewithal, our voices tinged with panic as the seriousness of the situation went some way to sobering up our thoughts. The final shot of the video was of my own drunken face grabbing the phone and drunkenly stabbing at the screen with my finger to turn it off.

Whilst at the time it was a terrifying experience we had been incredibly lucky to have sustained no injuries whatsoever. Ironically, it was because we were so drunk at the time that our bodies simply ragdolled on impact. But after a hurried call to her father, a late night roadside assistance, and lots of expensively greased palms throughout, the memory was now a funny one. A joke shared between our group of friends, and even almost a sense of pride from getting away with it all. Lord Moncrieff's money and political power had allowed us to get away Scot-free from what was really a very serious offence. The church itself never learned who really caused the damage that night, but a few local rags blamed it on village yobs.

Of course, this video, and the accompanying chat messages told another story. A video of two private school girls drunk driving was bad enough. Them crashing into a village church whilst driving drunk would probably make national headlines. But a ministerial Lord, high up and very active in the government, using his power to cover up his daughter's many offences? That would be a national scandal that could possibly bring down the Party, but at the very least would destroy any career or reputation her father could hope to have.

The video and memory was no longer a joke. Now it was very real, and very scary because it was in the clutches of Hannah. I could see Katie's beautifully tanned face drain away to a ghost-white pale of fear, her whole body trembling. Even dear sweet simple Katie knew what Hannah having this video meant. And it really wasn't good for her.