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Chapter 7
For the next few day's Jack and Michelle fucked like rabbits. When he wasn't out 'kicking heads in' he was fucking the hot blonde at her house or his. Kylie and Michelle found the whole thing a bit awkward.
What had started out as pure blackmail rape had progressed, at least in Michelle's mind, to a real relationship. Their date's Normally consisted of watching one of her or his porno's and fucking on a couch, but afterwards, she she wanted to talk he would listen. At 33 Michelle was beginning to see age on the horizon. She had been alone for awhile and figured she would be alone while in this dump. Jack was a suitable alternative.
He had still not returned her panties, her phone or her ID cards, but he had leant her some of his porn. Michelle didn't know that Jack had told his daughter all about them.
Jack sat Kylie down and made her watch every one of Michelle's porno's. Jack sat naked with his naked daughter on his lap as she fucked herself with the six inch dildo. Her butt plug pressed against him as she squirmed in delight. Kylie stuffed herself with cock while turning her head and opening her mouth, begging her father to kiss her. Jack loved kissing his sweet daughter almost as much as she loved being kissed. This isn't so bad. Kylie found herself jealous of the attention Michelle received from Jack. Still, she was grateful he was not fucking her instead.
When Kylie was alone she tried to get back to reading her textbooks, but she found her body a distraction. She would lay on the bed and clench the plug in her ass while rubbing her mound against the coarse mattress. Eventually she took to reading while fucking herself raw with the dildo. She figured if anything it had to count as positive reinforcement.
Kylie had grown used to walking around the house naked in her new heels. Jack had the only key and he rarely let her out.
The time finally arrived for Kylie to begin school. Kylie was nervous, but excited.
It hadn't taken Jack long to realize that he could make a buck from the ban on spirits and porn. He had already accumulated more bribes, confiscated fines and protection money than his yearly salary. Milking the locals for their government handouts was big business.
Jack had searched online and found the perfect uniform for Kylie. The high school didn't require a uniform, hell it couldn't even get the locals to send their kids with pencils and paper, but Jack thought Kylie looked eminently fuckable in uniform. Searching a sight designed for strippers, he found her a pretty pleated blue skirt, that would fly up with every movement. A tight, white blouse that was sure to turn see through when wet was next. He imagined Kylie would sweat profusely whenever outdoors and her erect nipples would strain against the tight clear fabric. She still needed, and deserved, no bra, but Jack had consented to allowing her to wear full bottomed white panties. He made sure they had a slit at the front, for her convenience should she choose to masturbate during class. Knee socks were a definite fetish must and finally heels. Jack had found the perfect balance between conservative virginal shoes and fuck me boots. The shoes were black with a tartan pattern across the top. They were platform, but not too high as their heel was high, but not much more than would normally be seen as acceptable. The shoes were erotic, but certainly within a reasonable grey area.
Kylie would of course give herself enema's each morning and wear her new, thicker butt plug. This was not a hand me down. Jack had been sure to let Kylie know that now he could afford to buy her new things. She even got to pick the colour, but stuck with a boring black. He remembered when he sat her on his lap and made her pick the toy she would wear in her ass for the first day of school.
Kylie knelt by the front door and sucked her father's dick. She had come to realize how long was long enough in his mind, and was expert in eliciting an orgasm exactly on time. Jack wished they had cocksucking competition's you could enter your thirteen year old daughter in. Apart from being a cool idea, he was sure Kylie would win. Jack had forced more than a few enemy combatants and criminals to suck him off, but Kylie was a master.
For her part, Kylie began to enjoy sucking cock. She was definitely good at it, and she enjoyed being good at things. It also gave her a taste of power. With her tongue, she could make Jack jump. With her lips around his dick she could send a shiver up his spine.
Jack told her, “Each day you are going to go so school with the taste of my cum in your mouth. Each afternoon you will come home with a fresh load of your juices in your panties. I know you don't need to work as hard as these niggers, so you can find the time to prove you love me and masturbate.”
School had always been a refuge for Kylie. Though she never seemed to bond with other students, it was a place where, at least in theory, she was rewarded for her desire to learn. Despite his cunning, Jack had never really understood just how smart his daughter was. In a suitable school she could have been one of those genius kid's who get a PHD before they are old enough to drive. Unfortunately for her, Kylie had been born with smooth skin, an angelic face a sexy thin body and a monster for a father. Her dad would be happy when he could convince a surgeon to slap a pair of knockout tits on her petite frame.
Jack had been called away to a spearing, apparently the locals consider a grievance closed when one party is allowed to ritually spear the other, usually through the thigh. Kylie found herself free at last. Though it was bright and oppressively hot she slung her school bag and set of for school. She had the choice of walking the long way or cutting across freshly burnt scrub and a dry creek bed. Like any adventurous child she chose the shortcut.
Once again Kylie marveled how this countryside could have been used in an old fashion move about mars. The soil could be so impossibly red in places. Kylie missed the green. She missed trees. This strange land seemed incapable of supporting a real tree. Everywhere just thin stunted half dead looking sticks.
She stumbled a little on her new heels, but in just a few minutes Kylie had reached the single rundown building that served as the communities high school. It didn't look good. The building was open at both ends, but screened by an insurmountable metal cage. Kylie saw a few black children hanging around. None of the girls wore skirts. Kylie smoothed down her short skirt. Like I need to draw more attention to myself. Kylie imagined that a single glance would let all the other kids see her butt plug and carefully split panties. Rationally, Kylie knew anything under her skirt was private.
Kylie mustered her confidence and walked towards the building. When she was spotted all eyes were upon her as she climbed the four steps and entered the cage. The large building had an area with tables and chairs in the center, probably for eating though old paint suggested art also. To either side of the center, two rooms took up each side of the building. Kylie figured three class room's and an office.
Kylie found a clean seat and sat down, being careful to smooth her skirt out under her bottom. The skirt was short enough to be revealing, without immediately screaming, my father is a pedophile. Kylie rested her bag on her lap to hide the expanse of white flesh.
It did not take long before all the girls came over and began firing questions at Kylie. In speech and mannerism Kylie immediately noted a gulf between the locals. Some seemed to be regular people who happened to be black, while others seemed to be, as her father would rudely put it niggers. Some of the children, to Kylie seemed like they had just come in from the wild. She was not far off. Some of the children at the high school, though thirteen or more, had received less than three years of proper schooling. Concordantly their education was rivaled by some of the best attending grade three students.
Kylie tried her best to understand her schoolmates, and did her best to answer their questions. Some of their talk confused her. When she told them she lived with her dad, the girls had asked if it was her real dad. When she diverted questions about her mother, again she was asked if they were talking about her real mother. What other type of mother of father is there? Step parent's I suppose. Random guardians
Kylie suffered as the girls touched her skin and played with her hair. She diligently brushed away hands that touched her short skirt, it seemed like a novelty. Kylie noticed not one of the girls even wore shoes. One of two of the boys did, but they were beaten up old sneakers like her ones at home.
Some of the girls were actually pretty. Jack was too quick in his dismissal of the aborigine as an ugly people. Unless, Kylie thought, the pretty ones were the product of interbreeding as seemed most likely. She kicked herself and her logic for her improper thoughts.
Some of the girls drifted off and talked to other people. Was Kylie egotistical in assuming every conversation involved her, because they did. Were the students conspiring when would be best to rape her as her father had told her, no.
Poor children, from abusive homes. Kylie wondered if perhaps she was in the right place for once. How many of these girls had been raped by drunken fathers or uncles. How many of their biological parents were in prison. They were not so different after all.
Kylie checked her watch. Jack bought her a pretty new slim steel watch, and a matching steel bracelet for her other hand. He told her to think of them as shackles binding him to her, and she did. Whenever Jack went to such lengths to control Kylie, she felt loved. If he didn't love her he would just hold her down and stick his dick in her wet pussy. Wet. Kylie seemed to be wet so often lately. She found herself masturbating two or three times a day. This was not unexpected when Jack required it of her every morning and every night. Now this command to masturbate in the middle of the day meant three times a day would be her minimum. How much could her untried pussy handle.
When the time came for school to start, there were 24 children, all between 13 and 17, though mostly younger children. Kylie was the only white child, though asking around she had determined there were some others, they just weren't here.
The high school had three teachers. Michelle Dee, whom Kylie was all but intimately familiar with, and two other ladies. One of them, a gothic looking woman who could only be in her very early twenties, seemed scared to death. The other, a cold redhead with sharp eyes and an aura of menace, Kylie instantly recognized as the school principal. Michelle stared at Kylie, and Kylie felt very conscious of the plug stretching her sphincter.
After a short speech by the red headed prinical, Ms Fitzgerald, the students split into three groups. The four seniors went off to one room, while the rest of the students split by age forming two groups, roughly 7's with 8's and 9's with 10's. At thirteen Kylie was a grade 7, so she went with the youngest kids.
Kylie found herself sitting with 11 black children in an enormous classroom. They had the space for 50 and tables and chairs for thirty. Their first teacher would be Miss Chamberlain, or Emma as she let the students call her; the goth.
Miss Chamberlain wore an ankle length black skirt and sexy black leather high heel platform boots. Kylie would have to ask her father for a pair. It looked like the sort of thing he may go for. She wore a tight blue blouse over decent sized knockers. A piece of black lace circled her neck, and she wore long fishnet gloves. Kylie figured she was between a B and C. Her breasts were big enough for her to humiliate herself with, which to Kylie, seemed all breasts were used for. Jack's teachings made her assess all women she met in such a way.
Miss Chamberlain introduced herself to the class and assured them she wanted them to receive the best education possible. She began by handing out books that contained modernized, simple versions of Shakespeare's plays. Kylie read along with her teacher, but it soon became apparent that even these grade 5 level texts were beyond the abilities of most of the class.
When questioned the student's seemed to understand the words being used and could follow the story, they were just incapable of reading it. Emma and Kylie spent the rest of the lesson reading an abridged version of Romeo and Juliet to the class, with the occasional easy sentence farmed out to the other students. Kylie was unhappy being put on the spot so much. She had read the story before, and had managed to finish reading this version before Miss Chamberlain had even managed to settle her class. As such Kylie found her hands lingering towards her pussy. She had sat at the front of the class and need not worry about anyone turning around and seeing her. She could easily pull, rub and torment her clit without anyone becoming wise.
Mrs Dee's history class was no better. Her planning seemed to have vastly overestimated the work the student's were capable of and it quickly deteriorated. Kylie knew she wore no panties under her casual jeans. While Michelle broke up a fight between two of the boys, the rest were busy getting to know Kylie. Kylie had been amazed when she found the classroom held more than twenty laptop computers, and had immediately began familiarizing herself with them. Kylie knew she needed to learn more about computer's if she ever wanted to do anything with her life. As she experimented and scoured the help files she was distracted by a swarm of students rubbing her skin and touching her hair. Between catastrophes Michelle had told Kylie to ignore it.
“These children are very tactile, it's perfectly natural. When they see something new the want to tough it before it becomes real to them. Just let them touch your arms and hair for awhile and it will become old.”
Kylie found the fingers gently stroking the side of her neck, and the hands rubbing her arms both annoying and arousing. Kylie recalled how in th days before school started Jack had made Kylie watch every interracial DVD he owned back to back. He figured he could get the African fever out of her system. For two days straight Kylie was ordered to sit on the couch and fuck her pussy as she watched well endowed white women couple with one or more black studs. The sight of their black flesh pressing against a soft white woman had aroused Kylie greatly. She imagined some black boys had caught her on the way to school on sandwiched her between their bodies as they fucked her with their long thick cocks. The boys in the class were all little boys and did not live up to her fantasies, but their touching enflamed her nevertheless.
Ms Fitzgerald's class was better. Her maths lesson was easy enough for the class, but a decade behind the work Kylie was doing. While they engaged and responded to Ms Fitzgerald's firm control, Kylie was left with little else to do but finger herself through the slit in her panties.
“Miss King?”
“Um. Yes Ma'am?” Kylie asked. She had stopped listening to the class ages ago.
“Have you been listening?”
“No Ma'am, I'm sorry I was daydreaming.”
“Please try to set a good example Miss King. Now stop whatever it is you were doing and answer this question.”
Kylie sighed. Simple single digit subtraction resulting in negative whole numbers. She could have answered this question when she was six.
Kylie returned to her seat. She noted the looks from the other students, their eyes broke any language barrier, they said “We don't like you because you are way smarter than us.” Kylie was used to it and was not looking to make friends. As she sat she felt her butt plug press into her and the sting of her cane welts against the rough chair.
Whenever Kylie found the opportunity to snake a finger into her panties, inevitably Ms Fitzgerald's was only a few seconds away with a question. As the class approached lunch, Kylie was getting hot. She had originally doubted she could orgasm with such covert touching, but the stealth added to the excitement. Her breathing had quickened and her face flushed as she worked a ribbed pen in and out of her sex whilst pressing hard against her clit.
“Miss King?”
“What!” Kylie had answered in anger. Just leave me alone.
“You will not take that tone with me Miss King. Do you want to be kept in during lunch.”
“Sure why not I have nothing better to do.” She sassed.
“Very well you can eat your lunch in here with me.” Sure thing, Miss Bitch.
Kylie didn't care. Her dad hadn't packed her a lunch and she didn't feel like kicking a ball around on a blazing hot oval with the rest of the class.
Lunch came, with no bell to signal it and the rest of the students fled as soon as Ms Fitzgerald released them. Kylie sat, sullen, at her desk. She doubted any of her classes would approach her level.
“Sit up straight Miss King,” The principal called all the other children by their first names, but she was Miss King. Maybe it was a sign of respect or imposed responsibility, but it annoyed Kylie. Still she was conditioned to respond to direct commands and Lisa Fitzgerald had a very commanding presence. “and keep your hands on top of your desk. I don't know what you are used to but little girls do NOT touch themselves during my class. Do you understand me?”
“Yes Miss Fitzgerald. I understand you.” She had seen. Kylie was devastated. Have I sunk so low.
Miss Fitzgerald kept her hair held back tight in a ponytail. She wore an expensive looking business suit. Long dark blue pants and a white shirt under a dark blue jacket. She looked strong and empowered, part of Kylie envied her, but another part of her wondered what she was doing out here in the middle of nowhere.
“You were rude to me and did not respect my authority.”
“Yes Miss Fitzgerald. I'm sorry Miss Fitzgerald. It wont happen again.” Kylie had learn how to beg and grovel with the best of them.
“Look at me when I am talking to you.”
Kylie looked up into her principals fierce eyes. “Yes Miss Fitzgerald.”
“Stand up.”
Kylie rose. Miss Fitzgerald was only a few inches taller than her, and Kylie noted she was not a big titted whore like Michelle. Lisa's power suit and demeanor commanded respect and Kylie felt very small in front of her, especially in her silly little stripper costume.
“Turn around, bend over and grab the desk.”
Kylie bit her lip. “Miss are you allowed to do that?”
“Certainly. Though I find such punishment's don't normally work too well on the locals I think a few swats on your white bottom will remind you who is boss.”
Lisa retrieved a wooden ruler from the teacher' desk. She walked slowly and her classy black heels clicked on the wooden floor.
Kylie stuck her hands down her panties and hastily pulled the thick plug from her asshole. The desks did not have drawers, so she was forced to hide the mostly clean piece of black rubber in her pencil case.
Kylie grabbed the desk and spread her legs, allowing Lisa to flip up her short skirt. The principal tugged on her panties and rolled them down her legs.
“Hmm it looks like you have been a bad girl. Lisa traced the fading welts across Kylie's behind.”
“Yes Ma'am.”
“What did you do?”
“Um, I forget Ma'am, I'm bad a lot.”
“You think you are better than these children don't you Kylie.”
“Yes Ma'am.”
“But they are out having fun and you are in here with your naked ass up in the air.” Lisa yanked Kylie's panties down to the ground. She saw the slit in them as she did so. Lisa made Kylie step out of her panties and she held them up and examined them.
“Very clever. Did you do this Miss King?”
“Yes Ma'am.” She lied.
Lisa placed the panties across Kylie's head, with the wet crotch under her nose.
“You are not better than these student's miss King, you are far far worse. While they are merely stupid and ignorant, you are a bright young girl who has decided to act like a slut.”
“I am not a slut!”
WHACK.
The ruler came down across Kylie's white rump.
“I did not say you were a slut. I said you act like a slut.”
Kylie gritted her teeth against the expected assault and did not respond.
“You were acting like a slut weren't you miss King?”
“Yes Ma'am.” Kylie cried. This was horrible. This sort of this wasn't supposed to happen at school.
Lisa began to spank Kylie with robotic precision. She would land several blows on exactly the same strip of flesh before moving on. Sometimes she would catch Kylie with just the corner of the ruler, causing it to bite at her skin.
Part way through the punishment, Kylie heard the classroom door open. Miss Fitzgerald hadn't locked it. The principal quickly ordered the child out of the room, but Kylie knew they must have had a good look at her beaten white bum.
Kylie looked around and saw more children starring at her through the gaps in the classrooms curtains. It was not until Miss Fitzgerald finished her spanking that she chose to close the curtains properly and lock the door.
Miss Fitzgerald took the panties from Kylie's head and wiped them across the girls crotch. She sniffed the pantie's crotch deeply before placing them carefully into a pocket of her vest. Lisa rubbed her hands across the young girls bottom, feeling her work. Kylie felt a finger slide along the cleft of her ass and pass across her puckered anus.
Miss Fitzgerald looked at the clock and judged she had enough time before the next class to continue her fun.
“As an additional punishment I want you to write out 'I am a filthy slut' 50 times.
Kylie stood up. She brushed down her short skirt and wiped away her tears.
“Can I have my panties back please Miss?”
“Certainly not. Such lewd things are not meant for school. You can collect them from me at the end of the day. Until then I suggest you keep your slutty legs closed.”
Kylie sat down and opened her book to the back. She very carefully retrieved a pen from her bulging pencil case and set to work. She hadn't finished the second line when Lisa interrupted.
“Miss King. I want you to play with yourself while you write.”
Kylie wasn't sure she understood the order.
“You mean play with my pussy?”
“Yes Miss King.” Lisa said slowly as if to a small child. “I want you to tart playing with your pussy now.”
Kylie began working a single digit up and down the length of her slit. Miss Fitzgerald flipped up Kylie's skirt again and sat on the corner of the desk where she could get a front row view of the action.
“You have a lovely little pussy.” Lisa purred.
“Thank you Miss Fitzgerald.” Kylie whispered softly.
Kylie continued to write 'I am a filthy slut' as she touched herself.
“You can't even play with yourself properly.” Lisa scolded. “Try it like this.”
Lisa took Kylie's hand and forced one of her little fingers into her wet hole. She applied pressure from her thumb to Kylie's excited clit.
“Now vibrate your hand. Yes like that.”
Kylie found her writing became worse the more excited she got. Frequently Miss Fitzgerald would cross out one of her badly scrawled lines and have her repeat it. After twenty or so lines, Lisa insisted she speak as she writes.
“I am a filthy slut.”
“I am a filthy slut.”
“I am a filthy slut.”
“I am a filthy slut.”
“I am a filthy slut.”
After thirty lines, Lisa moved around behind Kylie. She placed her hands on the child's unformed breasts and began rubbing her nipples. Lisa lifted herself slightly on her heels and found she could rub her aching pussy against the top of the chair.
Kylie bit her lip and came just after her fortieth line. Lisa continued to tease her breasts as she cried out and squirted all over her hand. By time Kylie recovered, she found Lisa closing her book and packing away her pencil case.
“You may go now Miss King.” She said breathlessly. “But I expect you in my office after school.”
“Yes Ma'am.”
Kylie ran off to clean herself up in the toilets, ignoring the wet spot she left behind on the plastic chair.
After locking the door again, Lisa began to clean up the scene of the crime. She knealt down on the cheap lino floor and wiped up the spilt sex juices with Kylie's panties. She she was done, Lisa brought the panties up to her nose again and inhaled deeply of the nymph's scent. While kneeling Lisa could see a small puddle of sex pooling on Kylie's seat. After a quick look to make sure she had privacy, Lisa lapped up the fluids greedily and thrust her hands into her pants.
Resting her face on the scented seat, she quickly brought herself to orgasm at the thought of what she would make Kylie do this afternoon.