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White Girl

Part 9

Chapter 9


Kylie sat watching her morning cartoon.  Her cartoons were of course hentai.  Kylie suspected she knew how Japaneses men felt about rape, but she had to wonder if their women condoned it as an art form.  Kylie enjoyed watching scenes involving tentacle sex.  Slimy tentacles binding a struggling girl, filling her holes with liters of cum always got her off.  The best part was the girl getting raped always seemed to enjoy it and would usually escape and win at the end of the episode.


Kylie held herself in the air using her arms.  With her legs split wide open, Kylie used her gymnast strength to lower herself down onto two hard rubber cocks sticking up from a block of wood.  Jack insisted his daughter stay in shape.  This was not the only perverted exercise he had his daughter perform, but it was one of his favorite.  When Jack was around, he insisted Kylie fuck herself properly.  This meant she was to focus on stimulating the inside of her vagina and leave the exterior bud of her clitoris alone. 


After she came, Kylie stood still while Jack dressed her.  She had sport today so she got to wear her old familiar running shoes and short white socks.  She wore Jack's favorite red g-string under her gold hot pants.  Kylie had wiped the juices from her legs, pussy and dildo's with the panties.  Jack insisted her underwear should reek of sex at all times.  Jack wanted to send her to school with her butt plug up her ass, but it was just too obvious with the skin tight shorts.  Jack pulled the string tight up her crack and left the material lodged between her labia.  He made sure the sides of the g-string were pulled up and clearly visible above the golden shorts.  A tight white shirt, with just a few stains on the side and back, finished the outfit.  The tight shirt showed of her nippled nicely now, when she started sweating she may as well take it off.


Kylie felt her behind.  The shorts left at least an inch of butt cheek hanging loose, and everyone would see the fresh welts on her bottom and thighs.  The crotch of the gold hot pants was very thin indeed, her red panties would poke out if she sat with her legs even slightly open. 


Once more Jack had Kylie use ample amounts of makeup.  Kylie thought she would wind up looking like one of those Asian brides if she put on any more makeup.


Jack made sure she had everything.  Pencil case, books, sunblock, a small towel, deodorant and a water bottle.


“Now I want you to make sure you drink the whole bottle.  It will be hot out there and you need the fluids.”


“Yes Sir.”


Kylie felt Jack stroked the bruised white skin hanging out from her short shorts.   He still loves me, he just loves hurting me too.  I can't go to school like this, I look like a slut with this g-string hanging out.


Kylie knelt by the front door and performed her morning duties.  Jack and Michelle had been spending a lot of time together.  It left Kylie free to study more, and she still tried to masturbate three times a day, but she found she missed his touch.  She missed how he would grope the swell of her small bottom, twist her nipples, and she really missed the kissing.


Kylie had been hiding naked under the desk in the principals office when Emma had presented her g-string to Miss Fitzgerald.   After finding her third day no easier, Lisa admitted Emma was not ready for the responsibility of a g-string.


Michelle had called in sick after taking a beating from Jack.  So Lisa knew she had some privacy. She swept the contents of her desk to the floor and made Emma strip and lay on the table.  Lisa blindfolded the pale goth so Kylie could poke her head out from under the desk and watch.  Kylie was naked but for her fairy wings and a slender star tipped wand, her wrists were tied with ribbon, and her own clothing had been locked away in one of Lisa's drawers as was Emma's.


“Confidence is about knowing you are better than other people.  I am going to give you an edge Emma.”


Kylie pressed a thumb against her clit and gently pressured it as she watched and listened.  Emma's breasts were firm and kept their shape well despite her position.  Her sex had been clean shaven and Kylie's eyes roamed back and forth between the piercings in her clit and nipples.


Lisa helped Emma lift her legs in the air.   Kylie saw her place a white towel under the young teacher's bottom and then proceed to dust her backside with white powder.  Emma lowered her legs and Lisa dusted her cunt as well.   Lisa pulled a small plastic packet from a drawer in her desk and tore it open.  The plastic wrapping contained an orange catheter and a set of hospital gloves.


Lisa snapped the gloves over her hands.  The sound caused Emma to tense.  Kylie remained amazed at how the young woman accepted this treatment without complaint.  Miss Fitz prepared the tubing with a liquid coating.  Using two fingers, Lisa spread her colleagues lips and Kylie saw her begin inserting the long tube into her pee hole. 


“Miss...”


“Silence!”


Lisa poked two small holes in the towel and threaded a small padlock through the holes, and Emma's clit ring, before snapping it shut.  When Lisa began to fold the towel around Emma, Kylie realized what was happening.   Lisa pinned the nappy tightly in place with a half dozen safety pins.


As Lisa explained the setup to Emma, Kylie crawled around the desk and began licking the heels of her principals very professional looking black heels.   When red dust permeating the outside barrens accumulated on Kylie's tongue, she wiped it on the carpet.


“You are a bad teacher Emma.  You lack confidence.  Without confidence children will interpret your orders as suggestions, and these children will ignore them every time.   You must present a bold front, even though you are a quivering little submissive piece of shit.  You are not good enough to lick the dirt from my shoes.”


Kylie smiled up at her principal warmly.  She dribbled on the toe of the shoe nearest her and began polishing it.  Kylie wanted desperately to make Lisa happy.


“Until I decide otherwise you will be wearing this nappy.  The tube hanging out your urethra has taken away your bladder control, so as your body makes fresh piss, it will leak into your nappy. Don't worry, you know how bad the children smell.  If you are careful they won't suspect a thing, and that gives you power over them.”


Kylie could hear Emma crying softy.


“You will stand at the front of your class today and piss yourself in front of all your students, but while you do so, you will act like the meanest bitch you know, which is probably me.  I want you to smack rulers on desks, shout out and threaten.  If you open your bitch mouth to give an order it WILL be obeyed.  Any time you ask... no order, a student to do something and they ignore you, you will make a note of it so I may punish you at the end of the day.  And trust me Emma, these will not be the fun punishments that get you all wet.”


As Lisa spoke, she had walked into the main office.  Kylie could hear her pouring water.  When she returned with two cups and a saucer, Kylie hid under the table.  Lisa placed the steaming cups of coffee on the desk, and the saucer of milk under it. 


Lisa helped Emma up and gave her the hot drink.  Lisa kept no chair for guests in her room, so she simply had Emma kneel across from her and sip her coffee.  Under the desk, Lisa lifted her classically sexy business skirt.  Kylie lapped up the milk before switching to her Mistress's pussy. Kylie stroked her silky stockings with her face before burying her nose in her short red pubic triangle.  Kylie began stroking her principals sex with her fingers, but Lisa brushed them aside.  She wanted her fairies angelic face against her wet sex. 


Emma realized part way through her coffee that her nappy was already getting wet.  On orders, she gulped down the last of the scalding brew and handed Lisa the cup.  Lisa place both mugs under her desk. 


“You still look thirsty Emma.”


Lisa held one of the cups against her vagina and began pissing into it.  The tinkling sound filled the office.  Kylie realized Lisa had specifically left her a cup within reach and willed her bladder to release.  Both mugs were filled to the brim and each woman left a puddle of spilt urine. The principals chair, and the carpet under her desk were quickly becoming very smelly. 


Emma again burnt with humiliation.  She had read, even masturbated to stories where slaves were forced to drink pee.  It was a secret fantasy of hers.  Her sexual education was extensive but entirely theoretical. She cannot possible know I am a virgin. 


Emma feigned protest as her Mistress poured the fresh piss down her gullet.  As Lisa poured from alternating cups there was a clear difference in taste.  One cup was thick and yellow, the other more watery.  Emma had mistakenly assumed that the later half of her principals piss had become gradually more dilute.  She had no idea she was tasting her students pee.


When she had downed both mugs, Lisa smiled a predatory smile at her.


“I think I have just a little bit left.”


Lisa lifted her skirt and placed her uncovered crotch above Emma's mouth.  She let out the last of her piss, straight into her, before lowering herself onto her face.  Kylie could hear Emma slurping and sucking on her principal's love hole. 


Kylie pouted as she was left out of the fun.  She spread her knee's and pressed her hole against the wet carpet.  In revenge, Kylie emptied the last of her bladder on the floor.  She loved the freshly washed feeling of a shower and an enema, but this secret filthiness was terribly arousing.   She realized after the fact that she would be the one who had to sit on the wet floor and smell its stink.


“Close your eyes and I will clean your face.”


Emma closed her eyes and Lisa removed her blindfold.


“I warn you Emma.  If I catch you peaking so help me I will kick your ass out of the office and let everyone see you as you are now.”


While the thought had a certain appeal to Emma, she was not that fucked up.  She screwed her eyes shut tightly.


Kylie correctly assumed Lisa wanted her to lick the piss and cum from Emma's face.  Kylie leant in carefully, so as not to touch Emma with her small hands while she gently cleansed her face.  Kylie ran her tongue over Emma's lips and even bit her lip gently.  Emma stuck her own tongue out and quickly Kylie was engaged in an escalation of oral exchanges. 


Lisa fucked her fingers as she watched her fairy and her slave girl tongue each other.  She pulled Kylie away and finished the last of the work herself.


When Kylie was safely under the desk, Lisa dressed Emma and sent her on her way with a smack on the bottom.  To Emma's nose she stunk already.  Before heading out the door of the main office, she sprayed herself excessively with deodorant. Perhaps no one will notice.  I'm not going to take any of their shit today... but what if they notice? 


Lisa wished she could say in her office all day and make love to the nubile nymphet fairy, but she had a class to teach.  She dressed Kylie herself, planting a great number of parting kisses on her breasts and lips.  Kylie made sure her g-string was showing as she left the office.  Her father would be pleased to know her nipples were all but tearing holes in her white shirt.


Kylie was getting ready for the first class of the day when she bumped into a white boy.  She had literally walked into him, stabbing him with her erect nipples. 


“Hello.”  Kylie greeted him warmly.  She was happy to see another white kid.


“Hi.” He replied nervously.


“Hey Peter.”  Kylie heard someone call.  She turned and saw another white boy. 


“Oh hey.  Hi there.  My name is Jason.”


“And I'm Peter.”  Peter added.


“I'm Kylie.  It's really nice to see you guys.”


“I know what you mean.  It can get pretty lonely when you are by yourself.  Well, you know what I mean.”


“Yeah.” Kylie smiled flatteringly at the two boys. Am I flirting?  Can't I just be normal for awhile.


Jason and Peter each stood almost a head taller than Kylie.   Jason had short messy dark hair while Peter's short hair was sandy and clean.  They were each dressed casually.  Loose shirts, short and runner.  Kylie smiled when she saw the wore shoes.


Kylie immediately figured the boys were best friends.  Not surprising


“You don't look old enough to be up here.  How old are you?”  Peter asked politely.  His manner and manners seemed to be better than his friends.  Jason had an angry disgruntled look to him.


“I just turned thirteen a few weeks ago.”


“Oh too bad.  You will be in with the little kids.”


Kylie didn't like being called a little kid.  “Well maybe I could ask Miss Fitzgerald to move me.” Kylie figured she could persuade her.


There was no more time to exchange histories or get to know one another before Miss Franklin came out and sent them all off to class.   All the classes came together for a period of sport on the oval.  The students headed off, some at a run others at a purposefully slow crawl.


“I will see you up there.”


Kylie jogged off to the oval with her backpack over one shoulder.


“What's the hurry?”  Jason called.  Jason and Peter jogged to keep up.  While following her, they got a good look at her tight buns.  Her golden shorts seemed almost panted on, and the artist had run out of pain before covering her bottom.  They both starred at the red tail of her g-string where it sat above the line of her shorts. 


Jason turned to peter and mouthed 'Wow.'


When they reached the oval Kylie dropped her bag and fished out a tube of sunblock.  She had neglected to apply sunblock that morning, as she knew there was a good chance she would be hiding in the principals office.  Kylie bent over at the waist and started at her ankles, working slowly up her legs.  Jason and Peter caught glimpses of her red clad crotch through the thin material between her legs. 


“Do you need any help with that?”  Jason asked.  He had a hard on in his pants already, but at fifteen that wasn't big news.


“No thanks.”  Kylie reached the top of her thighs and was currently spreading the white sunblock in between her legs.


“I can do your back for you.”


Kylie turned her head and smiled before snaking one hand up over her shoulder and another around her side.  She simultaneously spread the cream over her neck, shoulders and lower back. “I'm pretty flexible.”


Both boys watches as she slimmed her glistening porcelain skin with the white cream.


Several of the black boys were also paying a lot of interest to Kylie. 


“Whore.” 


Kylie heard the guttural insult as a bunch of black girls walked past her. 


The sun was hot and although she would not burn under her thick layer of sunblock, Kylie still sweated profusely. 


Kylie hated AFL, a type of football played almost exclusively within Australia.  It involved a lot of kicking, and Kylie was only average at that.  She could however run and jump with the best of the kids.  Though locals suffered from various afflictions in rates many hundreds of percent higher than that experienced by the rest of the country, the children were often extremely athletic.   Jason and Peter used their head and worked as a team, or else they would have been vastly outclassed. Kylie laughed when after scoring some of the boys would do little standing back flips and then throw up gangsta signs.  All the little black kids had decided at some point that they were gangstas.  Kylie found it hysterical.


They had only been playing for a quarter of an hour, and already some of the other children began to slow down.  Many of them showed absolutely no sign of slowing; the constant running and fierce heat did not waver them. Kylie's hair was matted to her face, and her white shirt clung translucently against her skin. 


Kylie was also worn down by the contact nature of the game.  The local boys and girls were very rough.  Very.  She had been shoulder barged, spear tackled and knocked to the ground five or six times.  Each time she rose, her step lost some bounce.  Kylie noticed it was more often the girls who went out of their way to knock her on the ass.  Mrs Dee had warned them about being too rough, but she couldn't be everywhere. 


Many of the boys would stare at her chest as she ran by, and Kylie had felt more than a few hands come to rest on her skin when jockeying for the ball.  AFL was a contact sport after all.  At one point, Kylie found herself near the bottom of a stack of a half dozen children as they fought for the ball.  She was pinned by those above.  As she lay there in the itchy grass, sweating, she felt a hand unzip the front of her shorts.    She squirmed and kicked as the hands opened the front of her shirts and pulled her panties forward.  She felt something get shoved into her tight shorts.  As the pile above dispersed, Kylie rose, but was knocked back down by a knee to her stomach.  She gasped for breath and felt hands on her face.  Nails dug into her skin as a fistful of dirt was dumped into her open mouth.


When she was free Kylie staggered away from the game and sat down next to a leafless tree.  She spat the dirt out of her mouth and reached into her shorts.  She pulled out the remains of an old banana sandwich. Gross.


Kylie tucked her g-string back into her pants and walked over to her bag.  A few of the lazy kids still lounged around here under the partial shade provided by the wiry trees.   Kylie pulled out her water bottle and washed the dirt from her mouth.  She spat the first swig up all over the ground when she found the bottle was filled with cold piss.  You bastard.  Kylie poured the bottle on the ground.  I will tell him I drank it all.  I'm not in the mood for this crap.


“Kylie, are you going to rejoin the class?”


“No.”


Michelle looked down at Kylie while trying to keep an eye on the mass of players chasing the ball. “Why not?”


“I don't want to do this any more.  I don't want to do any of it.  It's wrong and it's sickening and I don't want to be like that.”


Michelle did not follow her.


“Are you ok Kylie?”


“No.  I want to go talk to Miss Fitzgerald.”  Kylie got up and grabbed her bag.


“You can't leave Kylie.”


“No you can't leave.  You can't stop me leaving.”  Kylie ran back to the school.  When she arrived she saw Miss Fitz getting into her car.  


“What are you doing back here Kylie?”


“Everyone was being really mean to me.  Everyone is always mean to me.”


Lisa could see the little girl was upset.  “Kylie I have to go home right now.  Why don't you come along.  You can talk to me while I drive.  Get whatever it is off your chest.”


“So what is it you want to talk about?”  Lisa asked Once they were driving.


While they drove.  Lisa let a hand stray on to Kylie's thigh.  Kylie brushed her hand away and pulled her legs up onto the chair.


“That's one of the things I want to talk about.”


Lisa pulled the car over.  “I'm not your father Kylie.  You can get out of the car whenever you want.”  She waited for that to sink in.  “Do you want to get out of the car?  Or do you want to stay and be my friend?”


“I do want to be your friend Miss Fitzgerald, but...”


“Well if you are my friend you will take your shorts off this instant.”


Kylie just wanted to explain what she was feeling.  She took her shorts off so that she could have more time, that was all.


“I just feel like...” 


Lisa stuck two fingers in Kylie's mouth as she drove.  “Yes?  You can talk and suck my finger's cant you pet?”


“Myes Miss.  I fweel wike this is awl going twu fast.  I just want twu bwe a nwormal girl.” 


“I'm sorry Kylie.  You can't go back.  When it's been broken it can't be mended.”  Lisa sighed and put both hands back on the wheel.


“When what has been broken?”


“The easter bunny.  Innocence.  Childhood.  The idea that the world is a fair place.  All you have is each moment.  Each choice as it arrives.  You chose to stay in the car.  Now you are going to choose to take off your cute little g-string.  You don't have to do so.  You have a choice, but you want me to be your friend and you know what will happen if you don't do what I say.”


Kylie nodded and slipped out of her underwear.


They pulled up in front of Lisa's small house.  Identical in make to Kylie's and most of the community housing.


“I just want my mum to come home.  I want dad to stop what he is doing.  I want things back like they were.”


“Back like they really were?  Or back like you remember them?  Do not remember the past through a fog of longing.  I know enough about your father to guess he has always been a cruel bastard.  Do not worry about yesterday or tomorrow, focus on the moment.  For the moment you have a choice.  You can wait in the car, missing yesterday, while I go get my schoolwork, or you can come inside, and we can make love.”  Lise kissed Kylie gently on the side of the temple.  “In this moment, what do you want to do?”


Half an hour later, Kylie lay on Lisa's bed while Lisa held her close.  Lisa had carried her inside, straight to her bed.  Their lovemaking had been soft and passionate.  It had been a thrill for Kylie to share a bed with another woman.  Lisa had kept thing's clean and vanilla for Kylie. 


Lisa had some time before she had to be back at work, so she lingered.  She stroked Kylie gently while they talked.   Kylie had asked Lisa why she was being so cruel to Emma.


“She can always say no.  It's her choice.”


“You don't love her do you?”


Lisa laughed.  “No.”


“Do you love me?”


Lisa did not answer, but she did hold Kylie gently.


As part of their pillow talk, Lisa asked Kylie what she thought of Michelle.


“I'm not supposed to tell anyone this, but I know I can trust you.”


Lisa smiled.  How was it this poor girl could still trust in others.  She had never been able to.


“Mrs Dee was a pornstar.”


“What?”


“Yeah.  I saw the DVD's when I was at her house.”


“Kylie,”  Lisa kissed her ear.  “I would love to see those.  Can you grab one for me?”


“Maybe.”


“Tonight?”


“I guess.”


“Your so wonderful.  Leave it on your back step before you go to bed.  I will come get it.  Now, would you like to go for one more ride before we go back to school?”


Kylie grinned and climbed onto Lisa's face.


Back at school, Kylie did not have Emma until the last class of the day.   Emma growled at the entire class before letting them into the room.  When some of the student's shouted out, she sent them all back outside.  It took twenty minutes for her to get the entire class inside and seated quietly.  Kylie was amazed at how she could even think straight while slowly peeing into her nappy.  It must be soaked by now.


Emma had found she could undo the nappy, but the padlock kept it chained to her clitoris.  She had lingered over a toilet between classes, trying to empty as much of her bladder as she could, but by now her nappy was soaked with her own pee.  She was afraid all the time, but only afraid of someone finding out her secret.  All the other little fears that had been bouncing around her head really seemed rather trivial in comparison.  Though her classes hadn't gotten a lot of work done, she had certainly put her foot down.  It may take her weeks, but she began to hope that just maybe she could do this.


Kylie had begun to hate wearing shorts to school, at least shorts as tight as hers.  It meant everyone else got to stare at her barely covered ass and pussy, but she was unable to masturbate as easily during class.  She squirmed on her butt plug and enjoyed wiggling it around her anus. 


“Miss Chamberlain.”  Kylie called out to Emma.


“Miss Chamberlain, I think one of these kids has peed themselves.  Can you smell it?” 


Kylie tried not to smile as she saw her teacher pale with dread.   She could see Emma sniffing the air subtly.


“Just try and ignore it please Kylie.” 


Kylie could heard the fear in Emma's voice.  Her hands were shaking.


A few minutes later, when Emma was forced to come over Kylie's direction again, Kylie asked her, “Miss.  Can I move up the front closer to you?  It smells really bad back here.”


The room had ample amounts of seating and Kylie had of course finished the lessons work, perfectly, inside two minutes. 


“Ok Kylie, but please don't make a big deal about the smell.”


Kylie smiled wickedly as she moved to the front.  Now every time Emma came back to her seat, Kylie would lift her head and begin sniffing the air, causing her to retreat in fear.   Kylie couldn't imagine the fear going through Emma's mind.  To try and discipline a wild class while soaking your nappy.









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