caught by surprise when Jenny spun her around and repeated the process on her
front, bunching up the front of her panties and hoisting them up between Brit's
thin cunt lips. Jenny's strength lifted
Brit right off the ground, and for a second it looked like Jenny was using
Brit's panties to floss the crevice between her legs.
Brit was dropped to the floor in a quivering heap, and the
tension seemed to drain out of the room. The fight was over, the winner
decided. The crowd said nothing, and Jenny ignored them, bending over to pick
up her ruined clothing. Jenny was just about to leave when she heard Brit call
out “Filthy robot whore!”
Jenny turned just in time to get a face full of her
unfinished oil beverage. The fluid splashed her face and dripped down her
chest, staining her pure white skin with ugly streaks of brown/black crude.
Brit was practically naked, disheveled and looked like she had tears in her
eyes, but was still defiant to the last. “This isn't over, you wretched
automation!” Jenny understood now. This had been meant as their last showdown,
and Brit was determined that one of them wouldn't be returning to
Tremorton High. At this point, Brit didn't even care which of them left, so
long as there was an end to the unbearable status quo....