White Girl

Chapter 5

Jack was a complex man.  He didn't consider himself a pedophile, no matter how many times he made his daughter eat his cum.  It wasn't because he hadn't fucked her, he knew he would get around to that eventually.  Like people say, rape isn't about sex; it's about power.  He didn't need the sex, he needed the power; that she was 13 was irrelevant.  Whenever Kylie sucked his cock, no matter how seemingly willing, it was rape, and Jack loved that.  He loved micromanaging her and making her dance to his tune, sometimes literally.

Jack didn't normally have a thing for young girls.  Still, his definition of young was different from most people.  As far as he was concerned when they started painting themselves up and dressing like sluts, which seemed to be happening younger and younger, they were asking for it.   Jack was against the idea a sixteen year old could use her sex appeal to sell clothing or music, but he wasn't allowed to fuck her.  Fuck that.  Still, the lust he felt towards his prepubescent daughter was undeniable.

The family had been in town for almost two weeks and Kylie would be starting school soon.  Jack was loving his job, and the feel of power that came with it.  

The community of Yangallura existed only to support the local blacks, who Jack felt were too fucking stupid to move into town and join the 21st century.   Hell even the 12th century would still be a step up.  He constantly marveled how his society bent over backwards to try and rescue the culture of a people too fucking stupid to invent the wheel or get out of the stone age.

The white folk in town were each here to provide a service.  The big five being policing, education, health care, religiosity or retail.  A primary school, high school, a cop shop, one general store, the post office and a small clinic were the center of town.  That was actually almost the whole town. Most of the locals lived out in camps and all the white folk lived together in a small, almost civilized looking suburb. 

Jack heard a car pull up outside and he went to investigate.  A gorgeous woman stepped out of a beaten up car, loaded with baggage.  It looked like the King's were finally getting a neighbor.  The tall blonde woman had legs for days and tits out to here.  Jack figured she was a teacher.  She wasn't hardened enough to be a cop, crazy enough to be a missionary (though they could fool you), mercenary enough to be a merchant and she sure as hell didn't look smart enough to be a doctor.  Well maybe she could be a nurse, or some doctors big titted trophy wife.  She was probably in her mid thirties, but she had definitely been taking care of herself.  She was deeply fuckable.

Jack wanted to introduce himself, but he remembered he had Kylie tied up on his bed.  He had told her he was going to fuck her ass and she needed to prepare for him.  It had been so much fun watching her go about the preparation's while she shivered with fear.  Her tears kept spoiling her makeup and he made her start over.  Watching her finger loads of lubricant up her ass had been priceless.

After she gave herself a big enema, something she seemed to enjoy actually, Jack blindfolded and gagged her before tying her facedown spread eagle on his bed.  He tucked two pillows under her flat tummy and told her he would be with her shortly.  That was almost an hour ago now.  Every so often he would go in and touch her.  Sometimes he mounted the bed and even pressed his cock against her asshole.  His plan was just to fuck with her, not fuck her, but after the first half hour Jack had to fight the urge to ram his dick up her tight butt.  After all she was laying there offering herself and everything.  In the end, Jack let her go. 

Kylie was confused and relieved, but more than that she was disappointed.  It's not that she wanted to get fucked in the ass, but she knew it, and more, was coming anyway so a large part of her wanted it to be over.  Kylie figured it would just be like the blow jobs.  At first she felt soiled and humiliated each time she dropped to her knees to suck off her father, but now she just didn't think about it anymore.  It was just another chore.  Kylie was naturally gifted at just about anything she put her mind to, and blow jobs were no exception. 

“No anal sex today princess.  Put something on and go take out the garbage.”

Kylie slipped on her yellow sun dress and a pair of second hand thongs (Americans read as 'flip flops').   She opened the front door and was blinded by the oppressive light and stunned by the heat.  Jack had all but imprisoned Kylie in the house since they arrived.  In his words, there was nowhere else to go.  He was probably right, but short trips outside, though very uncomfortable, were still a nice change.  If anything they made being inside that much more appealing.

Kylie walked over to the dark green wheelie bin.  As she did, she kept her wrists pressed against her dress.  It was quite windy outside and Kylie hadn't bothered to slip on any underwear as it was only a minutes worth of work.

“Ey what do they call you?” 

Kylie looked around through squinted eyes and saw four local children.  Their skin was very dark and not for the first time Kylie decided they were, in the majority, a distinctly unattractive people. She hated herself for having such a blatantly racist though, but she figured they probably thought she was just as unattractive. 

“Excuse me.  What did you ask me?”

“Ey what do they call you?”  One of the kids repeated.  The four of them were about Kylie's height, but looked a bit younger than her.  They wore dirty shorts and a mix of sport's singlets and over sided brightly coloured shirts featuring various gangster rappers. 

Kylie had trouble making out the words.  She was sure it was all English, but their accent was really hard to understand.  Worse even than an Indian teacher she had once. 

“Hello.  My name is Kylie.”  Kylie offered. 

“Yormumateacha?”   The smallest of them asked as he wiped his nose on his sleeze.  His nose oozed a yellow goo.  That's disgusting.

“Sorry, I don't understand.”  Kylie was already frustrated by the unexpected language barrier. What was worse was the four kids looked at her like she was the idiot who didn't talk right.

“Is your mum a teacher?”  One of the others asked.  His speech was still accented but much clearer. He looked similar enough to the last of the boys that they were probably brothers.

“No.  My mum is... She isn't here.”  Kylie dropped the bags to the ground and opened up the bin's lid, careful to hold her skirt down.   One by one she lifted the bags in.  She could feel the wind blowing up her skirt and anyone behind her was probably catching glimpses of her bruised bottom.

Kylie continued filling the bin and found the boys had moved in close around her.   They didn't exude the threatening feel of a gang, and Kylie didn't exactly feel trapped.  Rather, this just seemed to be a more natural range of conversation for the boys.   As Kylie put in the last rubbish bag, one of the older brothers reached out and gently stroked her arm.   He turned around and spoke to his friends.  If it was English it was too fast and whinny for Kylie to decipher.

The others waited just a bit, and then began touching Kylie also.  It was not teenage groping, just childish curiosity.   Kylie knew they would have seen white people before, but she realized the word white was a poor descriptor of most Caucasians skin, especially those living in the outback. Her skin was smooth and white as clean paper.  Kylie became agitated when one of the boys began circling a finger through her honey coloured hair. 

“Ey I can see her nipples!” One of the boys pointed excitedly at Kylie's chest.

Kylie quickly went red in the face, a change that seemed to surprise the boys.

“I have to go.”  Kylie pushed past the boys while covering her breasts with one arm and using the other to hold down the front of her skirt. 

As she ran the dozen meters to her front door she heard one of the blacks say  “Look.  She's got painted bum.”

Kylie quickly opened the door and threw herself inside the cool dark house.  Her dress must have flapped up as she ran.  From what Kylie had heard, there was every chance these children were beaten as much as she was, but their bottoms did not make as pretty a canvas as her white tight ass. The long purple bruises crossing it would have been painfully obvious to the boys.

Kylie ran to her room.  She was sick of this and was going to put on her underwear no matter what her father said.   She pulled the g-string up her legs but stopped when she realized how futile it was.  It would cover nothing of her behind anyway. 

“What's your problem?”  Jack asked.  He stood in the doorway with a beer in hand.

“Nothing.”  Kylie wouldn't tell him that she had exposed herself to the first boys she had met.

“Yeah?”

“Yes Sir its nothing.”  Kylie wiped away her tears and sighed.

“Aw my poor little princess is unhappy.  I know what will cheer you up.”

Jack pulled out his dick and Kylie sighed and rolled her eyes. Is that all he thinks about?

Jack saw his daughters reaction and was not pleased. 

“Ohh so today your too good to suck my cock?”

“No Sir.  I will suck it.”  Kylie dropped to her knee's and let her sun dress fall from her.  Kylie moved her head forward to do her duty, but Jack yanked her hair back away from him.

“Oh no.  Remember this was your decision.  I could be fucking you right now would you prefer that?”

“I'm sick of playing your bullshit games!”  Kylie stood up and looked her father in the eyes.   The only reason I don't report your pedophile ass is that I don't want to get sent to a foster home, but right now that's looking more and more appealing.  So maybe you should just leave me alone and we can live together until mum gets back.”

Five minutes later, Kylie was laying curled up in a fetal position in the corner of her room. Emotionally, she had needed that small rebellion, but she had payed for it.   Jack had caned her bottom until Kylie felt it must surely burst like a split melon.   His strokes had strayed down to the tops of her thighs.   When her ass stopped showing sign of new attacks Jack had switched to Kylie's breasts.  His leather belt made a slapping sound as it landed across her nipples and bruised her budding breasts.   Kylie had never had her breasts beaten before, but Jack had promise it would not be the last time.

Jack only stopped when there was a knock on the door.  Dressed only in shorts he answered it after stopping to crack open a new beer. 

The hot blonde bitch from next door stood angry, and just a little nervous outside his door.   She wore a long flowing dark green skirt and a white button up blouse.   She had no bra on and Jack suspected she had dressed in a hurry.  He could see she even had a nail file concealed in one hand.  At least she wasn't an idiot, Jack thought.  Putting her tits in someone else's business was risky business.  She wore new white thongs, basically in town you wore thongs or work boots it seemed. 

“Sir, I want you to know that I have called the police.  I suggest you cease beating your wife or girlfriend and you calm down before they arrive.”

Jack was unfazed. Kylie had been screaming an crying a lot.  It was his fault for not remembering to gag her.  He took a long pull from his beer before replying.   “Does it look like I need to calm down?”  He was cool and collected.  His anger had quickly faded after battering his child's face, something he honestly regretted and in his own way would make up for later.   The assault on her ass and tits was not born from anger, but a desire for discipline and order.

“No ring?”  Jack asked, looking down at her hands.  He had stopped wearing the wedding band when his wife went to jail.  He threw it out, but was pretty sure Kylie had rescued it and kept it somewhere safe, maybe up her cunt her wondered.  Anyway it was kind of cute so he let it slide. 

“You want one?”  Jack offered the offended woman a beer.

“Didn't you hear me, the police are on their way.  Do you think I'm joking?”

“Lady, there are three cops in this town.  I guarantee you only two are on duty now, and they don't like to travel alone in case there is any violence.  So think about that.  One set of cops to police hundreds of drunk violent niggers,  many of which would gladly start spearing each other due to any number of bullshit blood feuds recent or imagined.  Do you really think a bit of playful slapping between loved ones even gets on their radar?”

The woman looked like she had both listened and believed Jacks words.  Her confidence wavered until the sound of a phone ringing came from Jack's house.

“That will probably be them now.”  She smirked confidently.   Using the opportunity as an escape.

Jack sipped his beer and watched her ass retreat.  He whispered to himself “I've no doubt, as he went inside.”

After answering the phone, Jack got dressed and checked on Kylie.  She was still shivering on the floor.  Normally she was so resilient, but Jack had gone a bit overboard this time.  He would apologize later. 

“Honey, I have to step out for a minute.  I want you to suck on this till I get back.”  Jack threw her a long pink plastic phallus.   Jack didn't need threats or warnings.  Kylie took the dildo with a shaking hand and began licking it like a lolly pop. 

“I said suck not lick, stupid bitch.”  Jack said as he walked out.

Still crying and in pain, Kylie popped the cock in her mouth and began going through the motions of a real blow job on it. 

**

The doorbell rung.   Michelle had made sure to lock it after her confrontation with that awful man. She had waited but heard no sirens.  Maybe the cop's didn't have sirens or maybe he was right, and people could get away with such barbarism here.  Not for the first time Michelle regretted her decision to teach in such a remote place.  She didn't wave any flags about taking knowledge to those who needed it most, she was like the majority simply drawn here by the various financial incentives.  Why else would anyone live in such a god forsaken place, she thought.  Since her divorce she had needed the money.  Her daughter was safe in a great boarding school, which was one of the main reasons she needed money.

Michelle went to the door, and wished it had a peek hole.  “Who is it.”  She asked cautiously.

“Mrs Dee, it's the police.  We are responding to your emergency call.” 

Thank god.  Michelle undid the deadbolt and unclipped the chain before opening the door.   When the door opened and she was momentarily blinded by the light, she was struck full in the face by a closed fist.  Michelle fell back onto the floor, conscious but stunned.

She looked up and saw a policeman standing in the doorway.  He closed and locked the door. Michelle touched her sore face and looked up into his.  Oh my god!  It was the man from next door. 

“I bet you feel pretty stupid now, don't you bitch?”  Jack laughed.  “I suppose it was an honest mistake, how were you to know I'm the local police chief.  I had neglected to wear my badge during my domestic.”

“I'm sorry.”  Michelle begged.  This could get very bad.  It was going to.

“That's why I'm here.  I just wanted you to apologize.”  Jack seemed calm and friendly as he squatted down beside the fallen woman.

“I'm very, very sorry Sir.”  Michelle offered.  She didn't care that he had hit her, that would sink in later.  Right now she just wanted him to leave so she could lock all the doors and hide under a blanket.

“Good.” Jack nodded.  “That's a start.”   Jack could see the teacher was terrified of him.  “Oh don't worry I won't rape you.  After all you said sorry didn't you.”

“I did.”  Michelle agreed emphatically.

Jack helped her up, though she was hesitant to accept his hand. 

“While I am here I guess It's a good time for me to search your house.”

“You can't just do that because you feel like it!”  Being on her feet again gave Michelle a dangerous confidence boost. 

“Check the local laws bitch.  All homes and businesses are subject to random inspections to ensure compliance with local alcohol and pornography requirements.”  Jack loved the law.  It was brilliant.  The law is something everyone has to obey from the day they are born.  They didn't make the laws, they never agreed to follow them, but if you step out of line the system will fuck you up. 

“Is this really necessary officer?  I am really sorry about before.  If I knew who you were I would have left the matter in your hands.”

Jack smiled.  Left the matter in his hands?  She meant she would have hidden under a rock while he beat up whomever he pleased so long as it wasn't her.   “Sit down before I knock you down.” Jack ordered.  She complied.

A quick search of the house gave Jack what he needed.  Two bottles of bourbon and a small pile of soft core pornographic DVD's. 

“Ma'am.”  Jack loved his new job.  “Are you aware that spirits are prohibited in town?” 

“Yes sir but..”

“... and it is a $1000 fine per bottle?”

Oh fuck, Michelle thought.  I don't have that kind of money to loose. 

“Also, this is a lovely collection of porno's you have got.  Jack looked through the stack.  Why not just watch Baywatch.  Seriously I could give this crap to my daughter.” 

Michelle was embarrassed but still defiant.  “I am a mature woman and if I want to have a few adult video's then that's my right and the government has no say in the matter.”

“Actually Michelle, it does.  You see the local elders have decided that not only does hard liquor cause their menfolk to beat and rape their wives and children, but pornography puts the idea in their heads and fires them up.  When a nigger gets drunk and raped his daughter, thats booze. When a nigger gets drunk and rapes his daughter along with five of his friends, that's porn's fault. At least thats what the elders and the pussy ass government thinks.

You know what I think?  I think all these laws are bullshit.  Why should us white folk have to suffer to stop these cavemen destroying themselves.  Why not just cut the PC bullshit and make laws for these blacks, and laws for us?  I think you should be able to watch all the porn you want. With a rack like that I'm sure you are used to getting all the cock you want.  Unless you like filthy nigger cock, you better have some dicks stashed in your panty drawer.”

Michelle agreed with some of what he said, but her focus was on getting out of this without a thousand dollar fine. 

“Well to cut to the chase, owning five or more pornographic DVD's or magazines is tantamount to trafficing porn.  I guess the locals would bust a nut if they ever discovered the Internet.  So that's another $500 per video and I suspect the department of education wouldn't take kindly to it.”

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.    Michelle wasn't an idiot.  She knew what was coming. 

“So do you want to fuck on the couch or on the bed?”  She asked bluntly.

“Both.”  Jack smiled.

Michelle walked over to the couch and Jack joined her with two glasses.  He poured them straight bourbon and said “You will feel more comfortable with a few of these in you.”

“Thank you.”

As they drank, Jack continued to make small talk. 

“So I bet a hot piece of ass like you had to be at least a bit concerned about getting raped in a crappy town like this?”

“Yes I suppose.”  Michelle answered.  “I imagine most women would at least consider the possibility.”

“So I guess you needed the money.”

She nodded.

“So this is your first day in town?”

She nodded again, downing her third glass in rapid succession.

Jack laughed.  “Ah well I guess you can get raped now and have it over and done with.”

Michelle didn't find it at all amusing.

Jack began to undress his conquest.  He unbuttoned her shirt and took a good long look at her breasts.

“What are these 38-DD?”

“36.”

Jack lifted the breasts looking for clumsy signs of surgery.  They were good, but still definitely fake.

“So what, did you strip your way through university?  Or maybe some porn.”  Light's came on in Jack's head.

He got up and checked the porn DVD's.  “Holy shit this is you?”  Mrs Dee was Mandy Double D. He naked tits were covered only by little stars on the cover of all seven DVD's.  Jack scanned the back of the DVD's.  “So did you have to fuck any niggers on any of these?”

“Oh god no.”  Michelle said pouring another glass.   Not on any of those, but I did fuck a black guy once. He worked in the business too.  A hot African American.   Tall, smooth dark skin.  Bald.  No chest hair or pubic hair.  Muscled all over.  Great legs, strong back.  Built like a greyhound.  It was the best fuck of my life.”

Jack smiled.  Michelle was a professional.  She wouldn't go squealing once this was all said and done.  The drink had calmed her down.

“So are you going to fuck me or not?”  Michelle asked as she stood up and shed the last of her clothes.

Jack thought about it.  “Nah.”

Michelle thought he was joking, but he wasn't.

Jack began packing a plastic bag.  He took the bourbon and the pornos,  He emptied out all Michelle's ID and bank cards, leaving her cash.  Jack went into her bedroom and returned with a picture of a young blonde girl, definitely her daughter, and an armful of panties. 

“We will make a date of it.  You fix us a nice meal and then afterwards we will put on one of your video's snuggle up and fuck.  Oh and you have lost your phone privileges by the way.”  Jack said this as he tore her phone cord from the wall and stole the phone. 

Jack headed to the door, leaving the stunned naked teacher standing with her mouth open.

“Oh and make sure you set the table for three.”

Oh my god.  Is he bringing another man to fuck me?