Stacy the popular and attractive head cheerleader, your social rival, blocks your path to insult you
From Create Your Own Story
Just before you reach your first class you find your path blocked by none other than Stacy. With a perfect figure, breasts almost as large as yours, wavy long blonde hair, and the face of a model, she could easily compete with your perfect body. She's also a narcissist and lacks even a tiny shred of empathy for anyone other than herself. For the last few years she's seen herself as your rival and tries to compete and show herself better than you. She's failed so far, but that doesn't stop her from trying.
Now she stands blocking your path, arms crossed under her breasts pushing them up and a wide self-satisfied smirk as she eyes your naked form. She has her phone out in front of her, recording your every move. No doubt she sees this as a golden opportunity for some sort of social coup as she tries to cash in on your misperceived 'disgrace'. For all of Stacy's beauty, she's never been very smart. If she had only had a brain she would have made prime recruiting material for the cult.
"Well well." She says with a widening smirk. "I didn't really believe it but it looks like it's true. Sharon Abrahamson, self styled queen of the school walking through the halls without a stitch of clothing. Have you gone crazy Sharon? Or are you just admitting that you're the slut I always knew you to be?"
You stop and place your hands on your hips, showing an expression of disinterest as you take in Stacy's words. Stacy moves forward and walks around you in slow circle, her phone recording every inch.
"I mean you'd really have to be a slut to walk in here like that. Just look at this slutty body of yours your showing to these fine people." Stacy laughs as she gives your ass a loud slap. "Like that large slapable ass." You wince as she then grabs on of your nipples and pinches. "Or these breasts that you're so proud of. Honestly Sharon, if you wanted to be fucked that much you could have just sat down and spread your legs for the first loser to come along. It's honestly more than you deserve. Right everyone?"
Stacy grins as everyone around her gives comments of support. Well, some do. Most simply make comments on your body or how much they want to fuck you.
"Eh? And what's this?" Stacy says as she holds her phone right in front of your pussy. "Are you wet? Are you getting off on showing off your body you exhibitionist bitch? Do you like this you fucking slut? Well Sharon? Answer me you cum dumpster!"
You remain silent. Stacy isn't even worth your time. She's nobody compared to the goals of the cult. Instead you simply stretch, appreciating the comments that come as you show off your goods even better.
"Heh, I knew it. You really do get off on this you fucking slut. You can't wait to have a cock fuck your sopping wet cunt. Well guess what I've got?" Stacy smirks as she hefts her phone.
"I've got everything on this phone. People sent me every photo, every video, of this little stunt of yours. Right now I'm logged into a popular porn site. One little click and everything goes online. How about it? Your reputation will be in tatters."
She really is dumb if she thinks that bothers you.
"3...2...1...opps, looks like I pressed the button. It's online and the hit count is already climbing. But I could be persuaded to take it off."
She points down with one finger.
"If you bow down to me right know, get on your knees, call me mistress, and kiss my feet, I'll be merciful and take it down. But from now on you are my slave. So what will it be Sharon Abrahamson, exhibitionist whore? Eternal disgrace or eternal servitude?"
You consider your options carefully as the crowd of students closes in.
