Chapter 1

Maybe things will be better here, she thought.

Kylie King jumped down from her father's ute and immediately regretted it.  The sun was fierce here. The short scraggly plants and red earth seemed to have surrendered to its oppressive gaze.  While speeding down the empty highways (read as long straight dirt roads) the breeze had kept her cool.  Kylie felt like a wilting flower in the heat.  It had to be almost 40 degrees.  Already she had been forced to continually anoint herself with sunblock to stop her milky skin burning to a crisp.  The driveways dark gravel was hot and sharp on her naked feet. 

“Hey Princess, find the key that opens the front door.”  Jack called from the back of the ute.  He tossed the keys toward his daughter, but a bit too far and to the side.  When she bent over to pick them up he caught himself peeking at her sweet little ass.  A scandalous amount of her tight, pale white bottom escaped her skin hugging gold hot pants.  Kylie had the sort of skin you would attribute to snow white. This meant she didn't have to worry about tan lines, though Jack had no idea what girls like her did before sunblock.  He figured they probably stayed inside doing women stuff while all the men did everything. 

Jack continued to watch as Kylie awkwardly adjusted her bright red g-string.  It was one of the last things he had bought as they left Melbourne.  He had tried to pass off some shit about them needing to travel light, but his daughter was no dummy, far from it.  In the end he just smacked her and told her to try the damn thing on.  He remembered following her into the change rooms, to protect her, and watching her pull the string up her crack.  Six years of dancing and gymnastics had gifted Kylie with a firm butt and great legs, great for a 13 year old.

Kylie turned around and waved and threw the keys back after opening door to their new home.  Jack could see her hard nipples pressing against her sweat soaked white boob tube.  Pity about her tits, Jack thought.  Still she had great big fat nipples and she was still growing. 

Kylie bounced up in front of her father.  She hated that they had to move, but what kid could help but feeling a little excited at being in a strange new world.  They had driven all the way here, but it sure felt like another planet. 

Jack cracked open a beer and began draining the cool lager.  “Start taking the stuff inside honey.” Jack ran a hand through her long hair.  It was like honey, a rich amber.  Golden and sparky; not blonde or red but something special and in between.  Jack could see the small stones were hurting her little feet, but she should have kept her shoes on.

“Are you going to help?” She sassed.

“Hey.” Jack landed a none too playful swat on her delicate rump.  “Did you just drive for the better part of two days straight?”

“No dad.”   Kylie brushed her sweaty loose hair behind her ears.  It wasn't worth talking to him when he got like this

“And did you pay for the petrol, or the food along the way?”

“No dad.” .  Kylie returned to work.

Jack liked how she winced as the heavy bags forced her feet down onto the sharp stones.  It reminded him how much his balls ached after driving all morning.

Damn it was hot.  Jack was sweating just watching Kylie drag the heavy stuff in.  At barely 5' most people wouldn't think it, but she was a tough little bitch.  All those gymnastics classes had given her slim body a hidden strength.  When she set her feet and strained to pull the heaviest bag from the ute's tray, he could see the muscles in her legs, back, shoulders and arms all go to work.  She definitely had a nice back. 

Kylie wasn't happy about the arrangement, but she had no one to complain to.  Her father could always list of a long line of crap that she owed him for.  Since her mother had been taken away she didn't have anyone else.  She loved him as much as she hated him.  What she didn't love was this damn g-string, and she knew her dad had wasted cash on a whole bunch of them in different colours.  What fucking importance was the colour if no one was supposed to see it?

The house quickly dampened Kylie's spirits further.  Though it was better than all the shit house one room rat traps the had been staying in lately, it was still pretty small.  The Kings had always moved around a lot, so Kylie had never had a house she thought of as a real home.  The place had a living room joined with a kitchen divided by a sort of work bench / bar type thing.  The place had some furniture: old tv, older couch,  fridge, oven, but no dinning table.  They never ate at the table since mum left anyway.

There was a small laundry which smelled really dank, and a used looking bathroom.  The bedrooms each had double beds and closets with big sliding doors, but nothing else.  Kylie had never had a double bed before, though she had to sleep on one with her dad recently, which was awkward.  Thankfully every room seemed to have an air conditioner, which Kylie began switching on.

“What are you doing?”  Jack asked, with what looked like a fresh beer.

“I was going turn all the ac's on and try an cool the place down dad.”

“Whats all this dad shit?” He asked, cruelly twisting one of her nipples for emphasis.

“Ow.  Well I was thinking, since you left the army maybe I could just call you dad?”  He didn't like that at all.

Kylie had enough time to realize she had made him made before she found herself over his knee's with her tight gold pants around her ankles.

It had been days since her last solid spanking, as it wasn't really easy to do in a vehicle, though Jack had tried a bit. 

SMACK

“Thank you sir.”

SMACK

“Thank you sir.”

SMACK

“Thank you sir.”  Kylie held back her tears despite the building pain.

On and on it went.  Jack really seemed to be getting it out of his system.  Kylie was glad she avoided the fact he had been kicked out of the army.  Jack paused long enough to play with his daughters panties.  He pulled them further up and sawed the against her sex until he could see her young lips part around them. He ran a finger along the red material, brushing her labia. 

“Your all wet.”  He observed.  Kylie didn't consider her dad a clever man, and he seemed to get downright simple when he had a few beers and got like this.  Her mother always tried to avoid him, or at least fight him off.

“Its hot, I've been sweating.  I really need to take a shower da.... Sir.”

After a long pull from his beer Jack answered “Sure thing babe, just a few more swats so you remember your place.  Do you think thats fair?”

“Yes Sir, very fair.  Thank you Sir.”  Kylie groaned inwardly.  She really missed her mum at times like this.

The few more swats seemed like a lot, but Kylie remembered to thank her father for each and every one. After all, as he would oft point out, spanking naughty little girls is hard work and for their own good.

Besides the throbbing of her bottom Kylie felt a new sensation.  Cold glass against her delicate folds.  She could feel Jack rubbing the mouth of his beer bottle against her sex.   He pulled down her panties and pressed the bottle against the virginal opening to her vagina.

“Please daddy don't”

“You know you like it.”

“No I don't its cold!”

“You love it.”  He forced the opening of the bottle into her ever so slightly.

“Daddy no this is wrong.”

“Tell me you love it, and I'll stop.”

She hesitated and he pressed the cold glass harder against her clenched sex.

“Ok I love it.”

“Love what?”

“I... I love having...”  Kylie wasn't sure exactly what he wanted to hear.  If she got it wrong things could get worse.

“Say you love your daddy playing with your tight little pussy.”

“I love my daddy playing with my tight little pussy.”

Jack stopped trying to force the open mouth of the bottle into his daughter.  Now he ran it up and down the length of her quivering slit.

“Yeah, you are a slut just like your whore mother.  She always thought she was better than me.  Your not better than me are you, you little bitch?”

“No Sir.”

“Yeah.” 

Jack brought the bottle up to Kylie's lips and began making her drink.  She could taste her sweat on its lip. 

He shoved the teen off his lap and stood up.

“May I pull my pants up please Sir?”  She knew to ask.  Jack had always been a firm believer in spanking, and he could find fault in any action his daughter took.  Now that it was just the two of them, his spankings grew more and more ritualized.

“Not yet.  Turn around, you know I like to see my work.”

Kylie turned around and with her legs together she presented her bottom to her father.  First she thrusts it out for his probing fingers, then she stood up tall and clenched it, making her tight ass almost disappear. 

Jack ran his hands along the red flesh of her sore ass.  “Damn you have a nice ass girl.”

“Yes Sir.  Thank you Sir.”

“Here,” He handed her the beer.  “You can finish this.  Run a shower too.”

You can finish this meant drink this or I will smack you around some more.   Kylie quickly imbibed the liquor.  She didn't mind beer, but it made her pee a lot.

“And don't lock the door!”  Jack called out as he went out to the living room.

That was probably only the hundredth time Jack had told her that since her mother left.  He said he wanted to get to her if something happened, and that a daughter can't have any secrets from her dad. Kylie knew he just liked to peek in on her while showering, or as she got changed.  He was always a bit of a pervert, but it was worse lately.  He could get away with stuff mom would have stopped him doing. 

Kylie stripped off and jumped in the shower.  She was always hot after being spanked, so she ran it cold. She kept her sore ass under the freezing water while she soaped up her small breasts.  Though she had stopped gymnastics, by necessity, almost a year ago her breasts still hadn't started growing.  Kylie had hoped they would quickly catch up to the other girls her age.   When she had finally worked up the courage to ask her dad to buy her a bra, he just laughed at her and twisted one of her nipples.  “You need a set of tits before you need a bra.”  He had cruelly said.

Jack opened the bathroom door and pulled out his dick.  Kylie dropped her soap.  It was huge.  Way longer than her hand and pointing straight out from his hairy pelvis like a flag pole.  Kylie wondered how he fit it in his pants.  Jack smiled as he watched his daughter eye his rigid cock.  He walked over to the toilet and began playing with it. 

A spurt of urine shot out of it, but it hit the raised toilet seat and went everywhere.  Again he shot and missed.  Kylie remembered jokes about how women had to sit down to pee.  She wasn't even sure how he could pee if he sat down.

“This is your fault you know.”

“Yes Sir.  I'm Sorry.”  Kylie had no fucking idea what he was talking about, but since mom went away pretty much everything was either god, the government or her fault, and she was the only one he could hit.

“Step back.”  He ordered.

Kylie backed away from the shower head just as her father turned and began covering the wall with his piss.  She was stunned.  The stream shot all the way across the room.  After peeing a circle on the dirty white wall Jack got playful and shot a stream at his daughter's chest.

Kylie squealed and turned away.  Jack directed his dick and its stream down to her punished bottom and then up into her gorgeous hair.  Kylie hadn't wet her hair wet and Jack laughed as it began to get heavy with his urine.

“Ok honey, I'm sorry.  I'm done.”  Jack apologized as his solid line of pee dwindled away.

Kylie turned around with tears in her eyes, she looked hurt.  Jack shot her right in the face with a pent up burst of hot piss.  Kylie spat pee from her open mouth and rubbed the stinging piss from her eyes while her father laughed. 

“Be sure to clean all that up won't you?”  He said as he landed a playful slap and grope on one of her soft ass cheeks.

Kylie made sure to cleanse her body and hair thoroughly.  It never happened.  He didn't just do that. 

Jack came back to the toiler just as Kylie was sitting down to pee.  She immediately covered her wet body as best she could.  Jack smiled and walked over to her. 

“I'm pretty sure I've seen it all before.”

He pulled her hand away from her breasts.  Kylie was smart enough to not struggle.  Then he pulled away her other hand.

“You see, the world doesn't end if we see each other naked, does it?”

“No Sir.”

“And remember, I have to do all the stuff mommy used to do..”  Jack reached down and petted his daughters pussy mound.  “I'm starting to think you are going to stay bald down here forever.  You know I probably wouldn't mind that at all.  Strippers always have hairless cunts.  Jack was adamant Kylie would start working as a stripper as soon as she was old enough, or he could find her good fake ID.  He had told her how Asian businessmen liked girls young and cute.  With great nipples and angelic face she would rake in the money, all she needed was a sexy schoolgirl outfit.  In his head Jack had it all planned.  Kylie wanted desperately to go to university.  She knew she was already way smarter than all the other kids in her grade. 

Kylie knew years of intense gymnastics had kept her short and delayed her pubity.  She would be going to high school this year, even though she looked like she was still eleven or twelve.

“Dad,”  Kylie asked while he player with her naturally hairless sex.  “,when is mommy coming home?”

The question seemed to ruin his mood and he stood up.  “She probably won't get out for a few years. Maybe you two can work together when she does.”

Kylie began crying. 

“Hey hey what's wrong?”  Jack touched her face, while he continued to pet her privates. 

“I miss her so much.”

“She should have thought about us before she got caught fucking an undercover detective, but your mother never was very smart.”

Kylie was angry.  She knew what her mother had been doing.  What her father made her do after he got kicked out of the military. 

Jack looked into her eyes and saw the accusation.  He slapped her hard across the face and walked out shouting.  “I'm hungry, quit paying with your cunt and cook up that steak I bought.”

Jack sat down and put in a porn DVD.  He liked to make Kylie watch them with him.  Her mother would break out if she knew the kind of stuff they did.  When Kylie came out she was wearing a long black t shirt.  It was much too big for her, but Jack liked it because it had two hot anime bitches kissing on the front.  The smell of burning steak quickly filled the house. 

“I'm sorry your mother had nothing but good looks to inherit you.”  Jack said awkwardly.  “I swear if I hadn't knocked her up by accident I would have found a bitch who could at least cook a damn steak without burning it every fucking time.”

Kylie turned the pan down and kept quiet.

When Jack needed a new beer he strangely chose to get up and get it himself.  He paused by the chef to cop a good feel of her ass.   Kylie slumped onto the counter and Jack pressed into her and fondled her behind.  He didn't like what he felt.

“What the fuck is this?”  He lifted up her long shirt and revealed white panties.   “You begged me to let you keep these so you could wear them to school!”

“I know, I'm sorry Sir I just forgot.”

“You have been forgetting a lot of things lately bitch!”

Jack began tearing the underwear off his daughter, despite her cries.

“Assume the position!”

Kylie wiped away her tears and placed her spread hands against the top of the kitchen bench. 

“Take the shirt off first.”

She shed the shirt, pushed out her behind and spread her legs.

Jack pulled the metal spatula out of the bubbling frying pan and gave it a practice swish.

Kylie bit her teeth together in anticipation of the beating.

SPANK

“Ahh.... Thank you Sir.”

SPANK

“Thank you Sir.”

The burning oil sizzled on her bottom and the sharp edges of the spatula occasionally cut into her skin. 

When Kylie's thank yous became pitiful sobs, Jack picked up her ruined panties and shoved them in her mouth before continuing his assault.

“Stand up and lean back”  He ordered.

When Kylie obeyed, Jack picked up the burnt stake with tongs and rubbed the still burning oil across his Thirteen year old daughters hard nipples and chest.  He brought it down and rubbed it along her slit before dropping it on the dirty floor.

“Pick it up you clumsy whore!  And fuck yourself with it.”

“What?”

Jack slapped her across the back of the head.  “Stick it up your dripping cunt!”

The charred steak was hot, but not that big.  Kylie ran it along her slit like her father had and then pretended to penetrate herself with it.  That was good enough for jack.  He reached around and squeezed and pinched her nipples.

Is he going to rape me today?

Kylie knew it had been building to this.  She remembered the awful things he would make her mother do.  Horrible degrading acts.  If she refused she would just get hit.  Eventually she just stopped refusing, even when Jack made her perform these acts in front of their only child.

Kylie felt Jack pour cool cooking oil across her chest.  It ran down her firm body and dripped from her shaved lips.  Jack worked the yucky oil into her skin and played with her slick flesh. 

With only a unintelligible grunt as a command Kylie was forced down onto her hands and knees in the puddle of oil.  She shivered as he poured more oil onto her lower back.  It ran down between her butt cheeks. 

Kylie was crying in shame.  Unable to even beg for mercy.  She felt a pressure at her anus.  The feeling quickly turned into a stabbing pain as her father forced the spatula's rounded handle up her ass.

“Your not smarter than me!”

Kylie nodded, biting down on her panties. 

Jack continued to viciously sodomize his firstborn. 

“You like this don't you bitch?”

Kylie nodded her head.  Of course she didn't.  She hated it.  Her asshole stung and she knew this was illegal.

Encouraged Jack fucked her harder.  Kylie regretted her decision and began vigorously shaking her head. 

“Bitches can't make up their mind.”

Kylie heard Jack get up and rush across the room.  She could hear him beating his meat while a whore screamed out in fake-lust on the tv.   She heard him grunt and finish. 

After he got kicked out of the army, they all had to move into this horrible one bedroom flat for a few weeks.  Kylie remembered hiding under her blanket listening to the awful fucking sounds her parents made.  The moaning, grunting and crying.  Her mom begged Jack not to call her bad names or make her do filthy stuff, but he loved it.  He mad her say awful things knowing Kylie heard every word.

“You can clean yourself up now.”  Jack said in a detached tone, while slipping down to horizontal position.  “Oh and I think you know which one of those steaks your eating.”

Clenching her ass, Kylie shot the spatula from her anus.  The spatula and the floor around her was filthy. She cleaned the area as best she could with the last of their paper towel before heading off to have another shower.

Jack fell asleep to the sounds of his daughters heart wracking sobs. 

Maybe things will be better here, he thought.

Chapter 2

After washing the cooking oil off, Kylie had a long hot bath.  It had been months since she had a bath, not since they had lost their home. 

A bath was warm, quiet, and a place where you can be alone with your thoughts.  Even though Jack was snoring on the couch, his porno continued to blare through the open bathroom door.   Kylie could hear the whores begging for more cock.  Always more cock.  What useless women.

Kylie still wasn't sure what she wanted to study at university, but she considered it her best chance of getting away from her father.  Her first hurdle would be getting a full scholarship, which is why she studied desperately.  She had heard gossip about these outback schools, but it was all over the place and she was trying to keep an open mind. 

Kylie used baths as a time to center herself.  After the terrors of her afternoon she took stock of her situation.  She was young, healthy and blessed with good looks and a keen mind.  The fact that she was poor, had no friends and considered each day her father didn't rape her a blessing was probably just the universes way of balancing things out.  Kylie wanted to cry out “Why me”, but she was smart enough to know there were millions of people who had gotten dealt a worse hand of cards than her.  Sometimes the fact that she was too rational to consider herself holding the short straw pissed her off.  Every now and then everyone has the right to believe their problems are the most important in the entire world.

Back in her new bedroom, Kylie was having trouble finding all her stuff.  She had packed two bags but could only find one.  She opened her bag and began taking inventory of her clothes as she put them away.

She had just the one pair of shoes, and they were battered old dirty white running shoes.  Also only one pair of short white socks.  Kylie could find her red g-string and a black g-string.

Besides her gold hot pants, white tube top and her lewd black anime shirt, Kylie had very little else.  One red and one yellow sun dress, the red being a little too small.   She had a set of black cargo pants, but the climate was much too hot.   One thin white shirt, with some stains on one side, and a very short denim skirt all frayed along the bottom.

Kylie was missing a bunch of clothes.  At least half her stuff.   She could barely make any outfits out of this stuff, not that she was one for trying to show off.

Kylie found a few tubes of sunblock, a necessity for someone with such pale skin in a sun kissed land. Her old mobile phone wasn't worth much now, being out of credit and hundreds of kilometers from service. 

Kylie was relieved to find her stack of textbooks; less relieved to find her stack of pornos    Jack liked to show her all the pretty happy women in his magazines.  He was convinced that was the way out for them both.  He made her keep the magazines with her stuff.  Kylie would just die if anyone found them.

Hours later Jack walked into his daughters room.  Kylie was face down on her bed, with her head in one of her stupid books.  Her black shirt must have been in the wash, as she wore a thin white shirt instead. Its length was not sufficient to cover her ass, nor did the red g-string running up her crack. 

“Good morning honey.” 

“It's still evening Sir.  You weren't asleep for that long.”  She didn't like to correct him.  The house came with blackened windows and thick draped to keep the hot, dusty bright outside, outside. 

Jack looked at the fresh cuts on his daughter's ass.   Her ass amazed him.  As a fair child, Kylie could bruise very easily, but Jack wondered if perhaps her ass was building up a tolerance.  Some small cuts remained from the edges of the spatula, but the rest of her rear seemed fine.  Even a solid canning would disappear after a week or two.

“How are you feeling.”  Jack sat down next to his daughter and ran a hand along her thigh.

“Fine.  Sir.”   She really wasn't in the mood for talking.

Jack devoured his scantily clad daughter with his eyes.   He knew looking was ok, and with such a hot little cock tease, who could blame him for touching her a little, so long as he didn't fuck her.  What happened in the kitchen wasn't fucking, that was just a father punishing his disobedient daughter. 

Jack smiled.  To hell with it.  Out her he was in charge.  This was as close as you could get to frontier living.  As uncivilized as it got without third world savages running around with AK-47's. 

“I know you find these uncomfortable honey.”  Jack said as he took hold of the waistband of Kylie's g-string.  “There is no need for you to wear them around the house when it's just the two of us.”  Before Kylie could protest her began sliding the panties off his daughter.

Is he going to rape me now?  Kylie wondered.

Jack patted her naked bum. “Don't worry about your clothes, I threw a lot of your old stuff out because we didn't have room, but I ordered you some new stuff, including a school uniform, and it should arrive soon, if it isn't already at the post office.”

Kylie gave a quiet thanks, but still avoided anything that could further a conversation.

“Haven't you read that one?”  Jack asked as he pointed at all the crazy looking balloon animal pictures in the textbook. 

“It's a senior chemistry textbook.  It's taking me awhile without someone to help explain certain parts.” 

“Oh.”  The conversation fell silent.  Jack remembered helping Kylie learn to read when she was three or four.  Pretty soon after that he found he never understood the stuff she was trying to learn.  Every parent knows that eventually their children are going to grow up and take their life in a direction of their own choosing.  Sometimes Jack felt he had lost his daughter before she even started school.

“Have you been masturbating?”

Kylie wanted to lie, but couldn't.

“No Sir.”

“When was the last time?”

“Um.”  Kylie thought.  “In the car.”

“Ah yes.”  Jack remember with a big smile on his face.   He had made Kylie take off her g-string and hot pants while they were thundering down the highway.  He made her suck on her panties, and he hung her shorts from the antenna like a flag until she came. 

The sight of her squirming around on her seat trying to finger herself to release was priceless.   He would reach over and twist her nipples or give her a heavy slap across the chest, to help her along.   Her gymnastics training sure let her get into some sexy shapes in the cramped vehicle.   When Jack made her remove her tube shirt, the sight of his ivory thirteen year old daughter finger fucking herself was almost too much.

Jack had to pull out his dick and beat away as he drove.  He made Kylie thrust her sex out towards the windscreen as she stuffed fingers into her wet hole.  Jack had taught Kylie to try and fit as much into her naughty hole as possible.  He discouraged her playing with her clitoris whenever her hands would unknowingly stray in that area. 

Jack had pulled over as orgasm rushed of him and his daughter.  Kylie cried as she covered her digits in her juices, she was a crier like her mother.  Jack grunted and swung himself over uncomfortably until he straddled his daughters chest.  He shot his load onto her flat white chest and hard nipples, before collapsing back into his own seat.

Kylie brought her slick hands up to her breasts and rubbed her and her father's sexual fluids into her pale skin, as she had been taught to. 

Jack had told her breasts are for babies, and babies come from fucking.  The more you fuck, the more your body will rush to grow tits.  Kylie knew rubbing the filth into her skin was just a bullshit perversion, but it wasn't so bad, and it was way better than a beating.

Jack got up and threw one of Kylie's dirty magazines over her textbook. 

“Not now please Sir.  I'm tired.”

“Masturbating will help you sleep better.  Open it and find a girl.”

Kylie flicked through the lesbian magazine.  She found a tall, pale woman with large firm breasts.  She had a kind face and reminded Kylie of her mother.  That wouldn't do.  She flipped on and found a Barbie Doll.  A tall firm golden skinned porn star, with long blonde hair and huge fake breasts.   Kylie snaked a hand under herself and began touching her naked pussy.

“She is very pretty isn't she?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Why did you pick her?”  Jack asked as he used both hands to massage his little girls bottom.

“She has nice breasts.”

'They are fake aren't they?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Do you think men mind that they are fake?”

“Some could.”  Kylie pulled her nipples through her thin shirt.   She preferred her own softer touch to Jack's.

“Do you think men want your nipples on ribs, or her big juicy breasts.”

“Hers Sir.”

“How do you think she got them?”  Jack loved talking to his daughter while she masturbated.

“Surgery?”

He spanked her.  “Don't be stupid.  How did she pay for them?”

“I'm not sure.”  Kylie began reading the interview that came with the pictures in case it held the information.

Jack spanked her again.  “Don't read it you dumb bitch.  Imagine it.”  He reached under his daughter and took over working her nipples.  “She had great legs, a killer ass and a pretty face.  How did she get the money for hr boob job?  Working at McDonald's?”

“More likely she was a stripper.”  Kylie offered, hot from her finger work

“What would a night on her job be like?  Talk us through it.”

“Well, she would take a cab to work.  It would already be late.  She would wear a big coat because she would have all her stripper stuff on underneath.” 

Jack smiled.  His daughter had never been to a strip club.  She could only draw on her magazines, the pornos they watched and the slutty clothes her mother had worn.

“She would go inside and go to some sort of dressing room with other strippers in it.”

“Are they pretty?”

“Yes, and they all have big boobs too.”  Kylie closed her eyes and rested her face sideways on the slick magazine, while she fucked herself with both hands. 

“What do you do after you put on your makeup?”  Jack changed gears.

“I wait for my turn to go up on stage, then I dance.”

“What are you wearing?”

“Um.”  She struggled to visualize.  “High heel boots, red ones.  A short red plastic skirt, and a mostly see through piece of red cloth wrapped around my breasts.  My hair would be loose, and I would have a pretty pink ribbon wrapped around my neck.”

“Why?”  Jack asked.  While he listened to his daughter he continued to work her hard nipples.  Now her began running his cock up and down her ass crack.  The feel of her skin on his penis was awesome. 

Kylie bit her lip and continued to fill her virgin pussy with the few fingers she could force inside.  Her position also allowed her to frig her clit freely.   “The ribbon around my neck serves aesthetically to break up an expanse of skin, it also symbolizes servitude or being owned.”

Jack kissed the back of his daughter's neck.  She was such a brainiac sometimes. 

“What would the men be looking at while you dance?”

“My breasts.”

“Call them something nasty.”

“Um.  My fuck juggs, with big gold rings in my nipples.”  By now Kylie was deeply out of it with lust.

“Just like I made mommy get?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Did you like them?”

“Yes Sir.”

“I'm glad I made mommy let you play with them.”

“Ahhhh.”  Kylie squealed.  “Mmm they would look at my shaved pussy.”

“Would it have any rings in it?” 

“Can they?”

“Oh yes.”  Jack let go of his daughter's nipples and pinched her labia.  “You could have on here, and here, and finally up here.”  He began tugging on his daughters tiny swollen clit like a penis.   

“Ah well then yes I would have rings in my pussy, and I would pull it open and show all the men my pink bits.” 

Jack could tell his little girl was approaching climax, but he wanted to hear the end of the story.  He grabbed her struggling hands and held them still.  Kylie tried to rub her nipples against the bed sheet, but it wasn't enough.

“Then what happens?”

“Huh?”

“What happens after you show the men your dripping pussy?”

'They want to touch it.”

“Do you let them?”

“Yes!  Hell yes.  Please touch it.”

“No.”

“Please.”

“They can't touch you unless you give one of them a lap dance.”

“A what?”

“Keep your eyes closed.”

Jack lifted his petite daughter and had her straddle him, facing him.

“Now you pull on your nipples really hard while you slide your cunt back and forth.”

Kylie gyrated her hips, and found her fathers cock.  It was warm and felt nice as the flat of it passed between her soaked lips. 

“Can I touch your pussy miss?”

“Yes!”

Jack pleasured his teenage girl as he had learned while on leave in Thailand. 

“Will you suck my cock for $100?”

“Daddy no.”  Kylie struggled against his touch despite her wanton lust.

“I'm sorry honey, but if you don't wrap your pretty little lips around my cock right now, I am going to rape you and I won't be able to stop myself.”

When he put it that way, Kylie agreed.

Kylie slid from her father's lap and engulfed his penis with her small mouth.  Jack had made her watch enough blow jobs  He had even made her pretend she was sucking cock with his fingers in her mouth. 

With her hands free again, Kylie quickly brought herself to orgasm, as her fathers cock erupted in her mouth.  Her first blow job had been over in less than fifteen seconds.

Jack wanted to last longer, but when his daughters tongue washed around the head of his penis he knew he was done.

Kylie tore her head from his dick, dripping saliva and sperm down her chin and chest. 

“Go on.”  Jack ordered breathlessly.

Kylie began rubbing the hot wet fluids into her burning skin.  Jack played with his flaccid dick, begging it to come back to life while he watched his little princess sully herself. 

“Now your filthy cunt juices on the floor.”

Kylie looked down and saw a puddle of her wetness  on the cheap lino.  She touched it and brought the hand up to her chest, but Jack wasn't satisfied.

“Rub yourself in it whore.”  Jack usually left his daughter alone once he came, but this was too good.

He watched as Kylie lowered her chest to the floor and washed it with her breast.    Jack spat on her and pulled his pants up. 

“That was a good one.  I want you to write it down for homework.”

“Yes Sir.”  Kylie grabbed a towel and wiped her crotch.  She felt like putting on some pants, but she knew she wasn't supposed to.  It was odd.  She usually touched herself with her panties on, or at least would quickly get dressed afterwards.  To stay naked was strange.

“I want it done before dinner.”

“Yes Sir.”  Kylie picked herself up from the floor and found a notebook and pencil with her old school stuff. 

Chapter 3

Jack had to go out and see about his new job the next day.  Kylie knew he would be gone for some time and was happy to have the place to herself.

Kylie threw on her red g-string, her cargo pants and her freshly washed anime t shirt  With the air conditioner on full ball she would be comfortable, and it was a nice, rebellious, change to feel fully clothed. 

Rarely having her own choice of what to watch, Kylie was bummed to find no television stations available.  She looked hesitantly through her father's DVD collection to find something non pornographic.  In the end she was stuck watching one of his dirty anime movies.  Kylie decided it would at least be like a cartoon in between the sex. 

It turned out there wasn't much time between sex at all.  Not one minute into the film, the goodly elf princess was watching in horror as the humans who invader her mother's throne room killed all the men and began raping all the women.

The royal family were made to watch as the rapists brutally fucked all the women of the court and the surviving female guards.   Then the princess, her mother, and her two little sisters were raped while everyone else watched.  The youngest of the elves way maybe thirteen, with huge blue eyes that cried massive tears as two men fucked her cunt and asshole wide open.  How does this not count as child porn?

Kylie wasn't sure about anal sex.  Sometimes it looked like being buggered with a knife (or a spatula). Other times it looked to be the most pleasurable thing in the world.  She knew her mom liked to be fucked in the ass, but only when she was using. 

The naked, cum covered elves were led away in chains to the invaders camp, where they saw their city burning and their womenfolk being raped.  After another public rape, much like the first, the women were brought before the enemy king. 

Kylie was about to turn off the movie after the good queen was beheaded for not agreeing to marry, when the rape started to focus on the little princess.  Her nipples had been pierced like the rest of her family, but Kylie liked the way the rings looked against  her flat chest.   Her pussy had not even the barest hint of hair, like Kylie's own.   They men had shaved the three daughter's heads down to short boyish haircuts.  Kylie bunched her own hair up and considered if that could be a good idea, seeing as it was going to be very hot outside when she started going to school. 

Kylie found herself stroking her vagina when a hugely muscled man pulled the little princess down against the flat of his cock.  She rode it just like Kylie had ridden her father.  They didn't even bother tying the little girls hands as she was too weak to stop them.  Kylie figured she could have given the man a good black eye, but then he would have probably hit her, so she decided that would be a bad move.  Thanks to her fathers constant pressure, Kylie found it impossible to watch sex without imagining herself in the starring role. 

The man pulled the screaming girl down onto his penis.  Her screams quickly turned into cries of pleasure, and Kylie found herself riding up and down on a finger.  When another bear of a man drove his enormous cock into the girls freshly sodomized asshole, she cried out in shock, not pain, before squealing with delight. 

As the two men pistoned in and out, another shoved his cock into her mouth.  Two more men made the princess stoke their cocks.  Somehow even more men managed to get close enough to run their dicks against her pierced nipples.  So many cocks.

Whenever Kylie watched porn with her dad, he made her tell him, explicitly, what she thought it would be like to appear in the current scene.  Kylie could not help touching herself more furiously while cruelly pinching her nipples and even sticking her fingers deep into her mouth.  Realizing she didn't have nearly enough hands Kylie dared to slip a single saliva covered finger past her sphincter while she bounced up and down on her fingers.   Kylie came, screaming into her shoulder.  She pulled her sticker hands from her pants and decided to wash them after taking one look at the hint of brown on her finger.

Kylie went to turn off the DVD before she got any more bad ideas., but hit the wrong button.  It jumped forward to the next scene.  The cum covered trio of princess' were squatting naked on the floor of their old throne room.  Each girl had a funnel in their mouth and men were peeing into them. Gross.

Each elf looked pregnant.  Kylie noticed, each girl had a hose shoved up their ass, and they were being filled with soapy water.  Their bellies grew bigger and bigger as the water flowed into them.  The gaged women continued to drink piss from their funnels and squirm as their bowels filled.   Other elf women rubbed and licked the bound princess' bellies and pierced nipples.   That's so hot.  Kylie had her pants around her knees and was touching herself again.  

The focus changed to the small princess, her belly looked so full.  Huge men continued to piss and spit into the funnel in her mouth and her tears flowed just as fast.  Between the little girls legs, her cute little cat from the start of the film gently licked her pink pussy.  The cat had big blue eyes and even wore a black leather collar like the princess'. 

Kylie waddled over to the sink and picked up the still unwashed spatula.  She rubbed it against her leaking cunt before forcefully thrusting it up her own ass.  Kylie stretched herself out with two fingers in her cunt.  She squatted down on them as she pulled her hand upwards.  The free thumb on the hand in her pussy pressed hard against her clitoris.  

The three elves were released.  They immediately began to wretch up liters of piss, and more liters of dirty water shot from their asses as a crowd of human men and women cheered.  Kylie squatted up and own, fucking herself, and came again.   Wow.  She dropped the spatula and stepped out of her pants on her way to the bathroom.

By time Kylie got cleaned up the movie had progressed.  When she walked out she could see the women had once again been filled.  Part of Kylie was sad she missed it, and she considered rewinding the DVD.  The gangly middle sister was squatting pregnantly over a large funnel.   On command she released her bowels and they exploded into the funnel.  This time it looked like milk and bits of turd.   The disgusting drink circle down the funnel, and poured into the little princess' captive mouth.  Her eyes were horrified as he throat gulped to take in the foul mixture.  Kylie dived for the remote and stopped the DVD, that was was too much for her.  She wished she hadn't even seen that.

By time Jack got home Kylie was walking around the house in her birthday suit.  She decided if he wanted to see her naked, maybe it would be less exciting if he saw her naked all the time.  Sadly, she didn't understand men too well.  True it could technically be less exciting, but still well within the bounds of excitement for her incestuous pedophile rapist father.

Jack was carrying bags of groceries home, which reminded Kylie she was starving. 

“Welcome back Sir.”

“Thank you honey.  I decided to try and make tonight special.  To celebrate.”

Kylie smiled.  Even when things aren't good, you need to find your silver linings. 

“So we are going to get dressed up and have a special dinner.”

“But.”

“Don't worry honey, I will find you something nice to wear.”

Jack rummaged around for some clothes and laid them out on Kylie's bed.   She saw he had picked her red sun dress and her red g-string.   Also he had dropped a pair of red high heels on the bed.

“The shoe's are your mothers.  I'm not even sure why I still had them.”

“Sir, I don't think they will fit.”

“You will be sitting down eating in them.”

“Then why do...”

Jack raised his hand and Kylie fell silent.  “Why am I explaining myself to you?  I go to all this effort and you act like an ungrateful bitch.”

“I'm sorry Sir.  You're right.”  Kylie shot over to the bed and began strapping the shoes onto her feet. 

“Paint your toenails first, and pretty up your face.”

Jack left his daughter to get dressed and saw about dinner.  A few opened cans of cold vegetables, a purchased pre-cooked BBQ chicken and the food was done.

When Kylie stumbled out of her room she looked like an angel.  A slutty angel wearing heels too big for her.  Kylie had learned to use makeup when Jack was sending his wife out whoring, so it tended towards thick and slutty.  She smiled at Jack and it warmed his heart.  Sometimes she was just the best daughter a father could ask for. 

She made her way over to the couch, as they had no table and Jack helped her sit.  Her food had been set in front of her and it looked good. 

“The fucking shop doesn't sell spirits.  I guess the locals would probably kill themselves with it.  Why we have to suffer is just bullshit.   They did sell orange juice.”  Jack pulled out two plastic champagne glasses and began pouring the juice.

Kylie smiled.  She liked orange juice.

“So we will be having screwdrivers.”  Jack pulled out a clear glass bottle that looked to be filled with water and he dosed the orange juice heavily

The food was good.  Plain but tasty.  Kylie would have preferred to drink her orange juice straight, but the screwdrivers weren't too bad.

Kylie remembered the meal fondly.  They talked about her school.  Which mostly was just warnings about the local kids.  “Don't trust them.  Don't try and make friends with them, and if I catch you so much as holding hands with one of them I will beat your ass so hard you won't be able to walk for a month.”  Jack insisted Kylie obey her teachers at all times.  “These people are either mercenaries, god freaks or fucking nuts.  Either way they have to teach some of the worst kids in all of Australia.  They don't need you fucking around in their classes.”

They talked about Jack's job.  He had been lucky to get such a great job after his discharge.  Jack says someone set it up for him after her fell on his sword, but he didn't really explain.

At the end of dinner Kylie was feeling drowsy.  She suspected it was the screwdrivers.

“This is a very important night honey.”

“Yes Sir?”

“We aren't just celebrating being in our new home, but out new life here... and our new arrangement.”

“Oh?”  Kylie guessed she wasn't going to like this.

“Our little deal.  I won't bust your cherry, if you suck your dad's cock whenever he needs to blow off some steam.”

“But daddy I thought that was just that one time?”

Jack stroked his little made up whores rosy cheek.  “When daddy empties his balls, it can be in your pussy or your mouth.  Your choice.” 

Kylie sat there while her father stroked her and played with her hair.

“Well?”

“Well what Sir?”

“What's it going to be bitch?  Up your cunt or down your throat?”

“Er, in my mouth.”  She said quickly, pointing to it cutely for unnecessary emphasis. 

“Ok.”  Jack pulled his semi erect dick from his pants.

“Now?”  Kylie asked.

“Hell yes now.”  Jack pushed his daughter off the couch and sat back.

Kylie placed a cushion on the floor and went to kneel on it, but Jack kicked it away. 

“Work for your desert whore.  I want to see your little bruised knee's when you go off to school and I want to know its from all the cock sucking you're doing.”

Kylie knelt down awkwardly, her shoes almost falling from her feet.  She waited between her father's hairy legs and took in several deep breaths.  This really was the better alternative she decided.  It's this, getting pregnant or a foster home. 

Kylie went to work on her fathers engorged penis.  She played with his balls and stroked his shaft while planting small kisses on the tip.  Ew, it tastes a little of pee.  Kylie held her tongue out stiffly, and used to stimulate the underside of the cock head.  While she tasted her father, she looked up into his eyes.

“On my fucking god.  You are a fast learner aren't you?” 

Kylie smacked her lips sensually and replied, “Yes Sir, but I'm still not as smart as my brilliant dad.” Kylie pulled her dress off her shoulders, letting her hard nubs breathe air.  “My big strong daddy.  I'm just a useless slut.  A place for him to dump his cum.”

Kylie took the head of her fathers penis into her mouth and licked and sucked away.  Her goal was to make this as fast as possible, and she was achieving it.

“Slow down baby...”

“mmmhmhmh.  Pwease daddy cum in my mouth!  I want to drink your hot cum.”  Kylie did not slow down.  She continued to massage her father's balls, work his shaft and furiously tongue his hot rod. 

“Oooh no, I'm cumming.”  Jack grunted.

Jack took a fistful of his ward's hair and pulled her from his dick.  He batted his dick and blew runny semen all over her pretty face.

Kylie spat cum from her mouth in disinterest.  She pulled up he shoulders of her dress and made to rise. The blow came without warning.  A mighty backhand felled Kylie when it took her about the face.

Kylie looked up into her father's face.  She felt confused, hurt and betrayed. 

“I wanted this to be special, and you rushed it like you had three other cocks waiting.”

“I'm sorry Sir.  Can we do it again?”

“Oh don't worry about that, you are going to get plenty of cock.  Get up.  Go over there and touch your toes.”

Kylie followed his instructions to the letter.  The slap to her face had been serious business.  She would likely be bruised tomorrow.   If she wanted to stay out of a foster home, she needed to keep her dad out of prison, which meant doing her best to make sure she didn't look battered.

Jack left, and returned with a long thin cane. 

“How many stings do you deserve bitch?”

“As many as you feel I need to learn my lesson Sir.”

Jack smiled.  “One hundred then.”

One hundred?  Kylie seriously felt that could put her in hospital, not that they had a hospital out here.

“Please Sir, not that many.  I will learn to suck your cock better.”

“Well lets just start and see how we go hmm.  Remember to thank me.”

“Yes Sir, than you Sir.”

Jack knew a hundred strokes was ludicrous.  He would probably stop when he got hard again.

WHACK

“Owww!  Thank you Sir!”

WHACK

“Thank you Sir!”

Kylie hadn't felt her father's cane in many weeks.  It hurt as bad as she remembered.  Her father really went to town on her poor little ass. 

By time Jack was hard again, Kylie was a sobbing wreck, and her bottom was crisscrossed with red lines. Her ruined makeup, tears and cum stained face looked beautiful when he made her give him a second, longer blow job.  This time Kylie had to swallow his teaspoon of cum.

After the headjob, Kylie sat on the floor, with her legs out to one side.  Already her knee's felt sore.

“You aren't done yet bitch.  I really want you to remember this lesson.  What should I do t punish you further?  You better pick something good or I may just fuck you.”

Kylie thought hard.  She wanted something bad, but something that didn't hurt lots.

“You could pee on me again?”  She offered, hating the idea.

“Hmm not bad, but too quick.  A shower and its gone, that's a minute tops.”

“Um ok.  How about you fill my ass with water?”

“An enema?”  Jack was surprised.

“Yes Sir.”  Kylie wasn't sure what it was called.

“Hmm.”  Jack considered it.  He didn't have an enema kit, but he was sure he could whip something up.  How hard could it be to pour two liters of warm water into a sexy thirteen year old gymnasts ass.

Chapter 4

Kylie wanted anxiously in the bathroom for her father to return.  She was sitting on the toilet trying to expel as much shit as she could. 

Jack was scrounging for the materials he would require to give his little girl an enema.   He had found a pair of latex gloves for him, an he had a set of steel police issue handcuffs for her.   He had cut off a bit more than a meter of garden hose.  The jagged edges may hurt as he rammed it up her ass, but he was confident it would do the job. 

He had an empty two liter plastic bottle.  He held the bottle against Kylie's flat stomach and figured it would probably fit inside.  It ought to look good that was for sure.  Jack filled the bottle with lukewarm water, and shot a long spurt of shampoo inside.  He shook it up to make the water all soapy, but found most of the soap seemed to form bubbles at the top of the bottle. 

Jack handcuffed his daughter's hands in front of her.  She looked so sweet and innocent standing there naked with her wrists locked together.  She looked like the cutest criminal he had ever seen.  Kylie saw him pull out a strange circle with some straps attached to it.

“I'm not sure what this is going to be like, so I'm going to gag you.  As this is our first adventure in water sports I thought I would make sure you can still drink things.”  Jack moved to gag his daughter.

She held up her cuffed hands and raised a single finger, begging for a word.  “Please Sir.   Whatever else, don't make me drink the stuff that comes out of me.  I would rather die than do that.”  

Jack smiled and gagged the bitch.  “Don't worry honey, I promise I will never make you do that sort of thing.  Unless you are bad.”

Kylie was already drooling through her ring gag.  She was here because she had been bad, at least according to her dad.  Oh god please don't make me drink that stuff.

Kylie felt a wet finger spread lubricant around her asshole.  The finger penetrated her and worked more lube inside.   Jack's finger felt funny inside her, maybe even good.  Jack had used the shampoo as lubricant and it burned inside her ass.  The sensation was manageable, but Kylie could feel her anus try to expel the soap.

Kylie stood high on her toes, with her handcuffed arms held high as her father pressed the hose against her sphincter.  The edges of the freshly cut length of hose felt sharp as Jack forced it against her soft flesh.

“Leh mmeh hep.”  Kylie offered as she lowered her hands, and helped guide the hose into her ass. On target, the hose still felt like it cut her a little on its way up her ass.  Jack lifted the other end of the hose high and began pouring the bottle of soapy water inside. 

Kylie felt a slight wetness inside her ass, but she could not discern a rush of water flowing into her. She held her hands against her abdomen, and could indeed feel a pressure building inside her.  As her father continued to empty the bottle, she began to feel it.  At first her stomach bloated as if she had just eaten a big meal, soon enough it did sort of look like an early stage of pregnancy.

Now Kylie began to feel it.  Her legs trembled and her ass wanted the foreign water out, now.   The last of the water flooded inside her and Kylie eyed the toilet desperately. 

“Now you better hold this in or you will be licking it up.”

Jack ripped the hose from Kylie's ass and water began escaping.  Kylie clenched her ass shut and slowed its escape to small spurts.

“Hold it in bitch!”

Kylie dropped to her knee's and lifted her ass lewdly into the air.

“Good idea, but you can do that out here.”  Jack lifted his daughter by her crotch and chest and carried her out to the living room.  He planted her in front of the tv and let her return to holding in her enema.

Kylie breathed in short gasps as she willed her ass shut.  How many other girls have to do this? Can I feel sorry for myself yet?

Jack sat back and absentmindedly switched on the tv and DVD while he watched his daughter.

Kylie doubted she could hold out long.   When the DVD sprang to life Kylie died a little inside. She could hear the anime she had been watching.  It had resumed from where she had left it.

“What's this?”  Jack pondered.

He watched as the little elf finished gulping her shitty milk and was gagged.  The poor creature looked severely pregnant as she rolled around on the floor while the court laughed at her.   Guards carried the princess out into the street where she finally released her enema in front of a crowd of beaten down elf subjects. 

“Was my little princess watching this while I was out working?”

Kylie nodded.  It was useless to try and lie.

“I can see it has inspired you.  Tell me, is it as fun as it looked?”

Kylie shook her head violently.  Kylie saw Jack pull out his dick and stare at her.  She got the message, crawled over and started sucking his cock.  It would have to be fast, she thought.  Jack had already cum twice in the last hour, it would not be as fast as before.

After two more minutes of frantic fellatio, Kylie shot to her feet.  She danced back and forth on her toes and begged Jack with her eyes.

Jack had no idea how long she could be expected to hold it.  He trusted his daughter had done her best.  No matter what she did, she would try her best.

“Ok princess come with me.” 

Kylie slipped her tiny white hand inside her fathers and tried to run to the bathroom.  Instead she found Jack leading her slowly through the kitchen and the laundry.  He started opening the back door and Kylie freaked. 

“It's dark outside.  If you calm the fuck down no one will see or hear us.”

Kylie followed her dad outside.  It was freezing here at night.  She felt cramps rip through her.  A few meters from the back door, she dropped to the grassy floor and moaned loudly from behind her ring gag.  The release was unstoppable.  Kylie felt herself soak the ground and her legs with her filthy expulsion. 

Jack looked around.  Despite houses only a few meters away, they were alone.   

The flow of water slowed dramatically, but it was a long time in coming out.   When Kylie was done she felt tired, but Jack wasn't finished.

Kylie heard her father turn on the hose, and he felt him wash her down gently with cold water. His finger poked around inside her ass.  Jack wiped his mostly clean finger on his daughters tongue, causing her to shake her head in disgust. 

“Don't be a baby.”  He whispered. 

Kylie felt the head of the hose stretch her bruised ring.   

“You aren't clean yet whore.”  Jack whispered in her ear.

Kylie felt the cold water begin to flow into her.  It just kept coming. 

Jack had no idea how much water she was taking in, and he didn't really care.  He played with the pretty marks on her behind while fucking her ass with the hose.  Occasionally he would rub her swollen tummy.

“Don't you wish there were people here too see you like this?  How about all your old friends.”

What friends?

Jack pulled the hose out and stuck it in Kylie's mouth.  The water flowed into her mouth and one look from Jack had her swallowing as fast as she could.  There was only so much room inside the little girl.  The water filling her stomach fought for space with the lake in her bowels. 

“I want to see if we can get you looking really pregnant.”

Kylie already felt pregnant.  She struggled to swallow any more water.  Her body shivered as the cold water on her skin and inside her lowered her body temperature.

Jack moved the hose back and forth from her ass to her mouth, filling her up like a car.  When as much water came out of her as would go in Jack spanked her on the ass.

“Crawl all the way around the house and then I will let you release it and come back inside.”

Was he serious?  He looked serious.

Kylie clenched her butt cheeks and cried tears of pain as she crawled around the house.  She could feel her big slutty belly rock from side to side as she went.   She had shat out a load before she made it back around the house.  Kylie hoped her dad would not notice.  By the time she got back, her hands and knees were sore, and she exploded without waiting for permission. 

Kylie looked at her father.  Her face was a mess.  Her tears had ruined her slutty makeup and the ring gag really made her look like a stupid bitch. 

Jack could tell she was sorry for going without looking to him first.  She expected to be punished and he would not disappoint.  Jack grabbed her smooth neck and forced her face down into mess. It was mostly just dirty water, but it smelt terrible. 

Jack pulled her to her knee's by her hair and pointed his cock at her open mouth.   Kylie held very still while he filled her mouth with his piss.  He painted her face and soaked her hair. 

“Drink it!”

Kylie had never tasted anything so disgusting.  Her mouth filled again and she swallowed it down. Kylie wondered if those poor elves got used to it see how much they had to drink.

“Now suck me and your done.”

Thoroughly defeated, Kylie took her father into her mouth for the fourth time.  It was long hard work getting him to cum.  By the time she finally did she was blue at the lips from the bitting wind hitting her soaked skin.

“Ahh my little princess, you are so good.”  Jack walked inside and closed the door on Kylie.  “I will come get you in an hour.  Don't go anywhere.”

Kylie crawled around to the leeward side of the house and lay very still in the darkness.  She would rather freeze to death than risk someone finding her.

Do you feel sorry for yourself yet you dumb bitch, Kylie thought.

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?

 

Chapter 6

It was just past four and Jack now had to decide how he would dress Kylie up tonight.  The choice was his not hers.  He couldn't decide whether to make her up like a brooding angst ridden slut or a virginal princess.

When Jack got home, he heard the shower running.   When he opened the door, something he made a mental note to punish Kylie for, he found her naked and dripping wet.  Kylie was standing on her tiptoes.  She had the green rubber garden hose up her ass and was in the middle of pouring a liter of warm water into herself.  Her poor ass looked so battered.  It was delicious.

When Jack opened the door Kylie looked like a Kangaroo in headlights. 

“You really like that don't you bitch?”

Kylie cried and dropped her head.  Her arms still held the bottle and hose.

“I will help you,” Jack offered, “but I want to see you tugging on your sexy nipples.”  Kylie's nipples looked bruised like much of the rest of her chest.  Jack began pouring the rest of the water down the hose.

Kylie didn't know why she liked doing this, but she did.  After the first night, she had expected her belly to sag like it had been stretched.  Instead she found a feeling of emptiness inside her after being thoroughly washed out.   Kylie liked being clean and this appealed to her.  As much as it could pain when she filled herself to the brim, it felt soooo good to let it all out.  It had become a part of her cleansing ritual.

Kylie took in small nasal breaths as she pulled her aching nipples.

“You need to have a shower after this.  Since you have been so good I'm taking us out for dinner.” Jack loved switching gears on his daughter.  He knew it was some sort of psychological thing to keep your subject off balance.  It had worked well when he was torturing POW's.  Well not real POW's, as in they never survived to see the inside of an official prison, but their information had saved lives. 

The bottle emptied and Jack refilled it at the tap.  If they were going out there was no harm in Kylie being extra clean.   Jack leant against the wall and bent lightly at the knees. 

“I want you to rub your cunt on my knee, but no cumming for you.  Not till after dinner.”

Kylie rubbed herself along his hairy thigh and knee.  Jack reached down and kissed Kylie on the lips.   Kylie kissed back.  Despite all the covert and overt incest, Jack rarely kissed her in such a grown up way.  Kylie hated all of this.  He hated pulling on her sore nipples.  Hated having almost two liters of water sloshing around inside.  She hated that her pussy was leaking on her father's leg ,and she hated how much she loved him kissing her.  Kisses felt like real love, and Kylie desperately needed to be loved. 

When Kylie was full Jack stopped kissing her. 

“You can go to the toilet after you go alphabetize my DVD collection.”

Kylie doubted she could last that long, but she knew he was serious.  She also knew he was unlikely to check too closely.  With her ass clenched tight she ran naked into the living room and set to work.

When her task was done Kylie sat on the toilet with a dumb smile on her face as her bowels released.  Oh this feels so much better. 

“Shit, shower, shave, brush your teeth and put on your makeup.  When you are done get dressed.  I bought you some new shoes.  Don't worry these ones aren't for school, I will give you those later.”

Kylie knew she would find clothes laid out on her bed.  Even when mom had been around Jack delighted in micromanaging their clothing.

“Yes Sir.” I'm not your fucking doll.

Kylie washed herself thoroughly.  The reference to shaving had been a stab at Kylie's immature body.  She knew she could expect changes to come any day now.  She knew until she was grown up, body and mind, she was stuck with Jack.

When Kylie looked for her clothes she found a cute pair of red high heels.  They were set on a platform at least an inch and a half high, and were open toed. I better paint my toenails.  The top of the shoes ran just up the ankle and strapped horizontally.  Kylie found small golden locks on the straps, which she nervously locked once they were in place. 

Kylie walked around naked in her shoes.  Her balance was, of course, exceptional, and the shoes were a perfect fit.  They made her taller and Kylie liked the way they tensed her legs.  Of all the perverted gifts her dad could waste their food money on, Kylie actually liked these. 

Thank god I get to wear panties. Kylie grabbed her red g-string and slipped it on.    Her red dress came next.  When she pulled it down it seemed even shorted than before.  Was it the heels?  No Kylie could see damage along the hemline where someone had shortened them brutally with a pair of scissors.   Kylie had no full size mirror, but as she twisted this way and that she felt her ass must surely be sticking out. 

On the bed, Kylie now saw several objects that had been hidden under the dress.  She recognized a butt plug and an egg vibrator, along with a bottle of lubricant, two pink ribbons and two rubber bands.

“Um, daddy?”

“Yes princess.”

“Daddy do I have to wear all this stuff?”

“Yes honey, even the rubber bands.”

“Where do I put them?”

“Why on your big fat nipples of course.  I think daddy better help dress you.”

First Jack made Kylie take off her dress and panties and walk around on the shoes for him. 

“Do you like them?”

“Yes Sir I do.  I really do.  Thank you daddy.” 

Jack smiled.  “Yes you really like them unlike the other presents I give you that you just say you like?”

Why did he have to ruin it.

Jack saw his daughter sadden, expecting punishment. 

“I'm just playing girl.”

Jack grabbed her burning ass cheeks and pulled her mouth onto his.  Jack squeezed, pinched and kneaded the welted flesh, eliciting whimpers of pain as he tongued his daughter.  Kylie pulled on her aching nipples, hoping to impress her father, and without thinking her cunt began humping his pants legs.

“Whoah not on my pants you little sex freak.  I can't go to dinner with your snail trail on my thigh.” 

Kylie was wet.  Enema's made her feel good, they also excited her, and for months Kylie had wanted to get to dress up sexy like her mother did. 

Jack had Kylie step into her panties.  He knelt before her planting kisses on her flat tummy, working his way down to her sex.  Jack kissed her wet slit and Kylie moaned.  Oh my god.

Jack had never done that before, and it felt really good.  Jack continued to lick her, and he worked a finger up into her clean ass.  With his other hand Jack landed smacks on her behind, each caused her to buck forward and fuck herself on his tongue.

“Oh daddy.  Oh daddy.”  Kylie was panting.

Jack stopped and stood.

“No daddy please don't stop.”  Kylie began frigging herself one hand in her pussy the other inside her ass.

Jack grabbed her by both nipples and lifted, stopping her masturbation.  As she was already on her toes she could not rise to get relief.   

“Naughty little slut.  You can masturbate after dinner.”

“Please daddy let me cum.”

Music to his ears.  “No.  After dinner, if you behave.”

Jack picked up the lube and discarded it upon second thought.  I think you are wet enough for this. Indeed he could already see a stain on the crotch of his daughter's panties.  Jack pressed the egg vibrator into Kylie's cunt.  A wire connected to a small rectangular box, which he attached to her inner thigh with one of the pink ribbons.  Seeing how short he had made her dress that would not work.  Jack returned with tape and secured it to the small of her back instead.

“This will make you feel good while we eat.”

Kylie had seen enough porn to know how to operate such a simple toy.  She switched it on herself, wanting a modicum of control, and felt pleasant vibrations.

“Keep it on low.  If you cum without asking you will be in trouble.”

Jack had Kylie pull down her dress.  He pulled on one of her hard fat nipples and bound it with the rubber band.  When he repeated the act her already impressive nipples stood an inch off her flat chest.  When Kylie pulled her shoulder straps up again, she found her nipples poked out even more obscenely than before. 

“You almost need a nipple bra don't you.”  Jack joked.  “Half done.”

Kylie was led into the bathroom, where Jack reached for the makeshift enema kit.

“But daddy?”

“I know how much you like enema's.  Just a small one that you can hold in while we eat.”

Jack couldn't have her blowing her load in Michelle's house.  Not yet.  He filled her up with about a can of beers worth of warm water.

Jack lubed up the black butt plug.  Kylie had seen far larger, but the widest part of this plug was still an inch which up close, and with the prospect of being rammed into her, seemed like a lot. Jack forced the plug into her quickly.

“Why?” She asked pitifully.

“Well seeing how much you like enema's you must subconsciously want me to fuck you up the ass, am I right?  We agreed no rape, we didn't talk about sodomy.  I will let you get stretched out a bit before we start.”

Does he mean tonight?  After dinner?  Damn my ass is sore.

In the living room Kylie saw a glass of green cordial poured on the bench. 

“Drink it.” 

“Does it have anything in it?”

“Just water and cordial you suspicious brat.  Drink!”

Kylie drained the glass quickly and Jack refilled it. 

“Drink!”

Kylie was forced to down glass after glass.  When she was done she had drunk almost an entire two liters.  She could feel it sloshing around in her guts.  The enema in her ass gurgled and swam up her bowels as she moved.  The butt plug was new, Kylie felt open and very full.

“Now the rules for tonight.  You will leave your vibrator in, on, and play with yourself whenever you get the opportunity.  Or else.  And no, you may not go to the toilet.  Not now and not tonight. Hold it.  Also, if I pour you a glass you will drink it in a prompt fashion

Jack pressed Kylie to her knees in front of the front door. 

“Now you better swallow all this, I don't want to spoil your whore make up.”

Kylie moved in to suck off her father.

“Not a blow job sweety.  Daddy needs all his cum for later.”

He is going to fuck me up the ass tonight.

“Say Ah.”

Kylie opened her mouth as the piss began flowing.  She gulped and tried to keep it all in her mouth.  It was hard with her stomach so full already.  When she was done she wanted to vomit.

“Now lick your lips and say thank you.”

Kylie, knowing they had time for another beating, licked her lips with enthusiasm and said “Thank you for letting me drink your hot piss Sir.”

Jack patted her head.  Such a good girl.

Jack carried a bag with a bottle of wine in it, and a surprise.

The evening was cool, and Kylie was excited.  Well excited horny and excited regular.   Kylie felt sultry in the heels, and the cold air on her legs and ass made her feel naked.  Each step bounced the water in her guts, and wriggled her anal invader.

Jack knocked on Mrs Dee's door and fingered his daughter.  When the door opened Mrs Dee was standing in a sexy nightgown.  The see through purple material barely covered her breasts and stopped at the top of her legs.  It was split down the from, revealing her pussy to her guests.  Kylie could see the neatly trimmed blond hair above her carefully denuded pussy lips.   Her breasts were enormous, bigger than her mums.

Immediately Michelle covered her Pussy.  Is this his girl, his daughter or some sort of mail order prostitute? 

Jack took Michelle's free hand and kissed it. 

“Michelle, I would like to introduce Kylie, my daughter.  You will have to forgive her clothes and makeup, her mother let her dress like that, now I'm stuck doing damage control.”  Jack discretely felt around on Kylie's back for the remote, and ramped her vibrations to the max.

Kylie clamped her legs together and could feel them shaking.  “Good evening Miss.  Thank you for having us over for dinner.”  Kylie's whorish cheeks flamed further as her pussy soaked her panties.

“Why thank you Kylie.  Please come in, I was just getting changed.”  Michelle had expected a short meal, a few drinks and a quick fuck.  This was bizarre. 

“Kylie I'm not sure if I remembered to lock up can you please go check.”

“Yes Sir.”  Kylie scampered off, her ass flashing as she went.

“Thank you.” Michelle sighed as he turned around exposing her juicy ass. 

“You mistake my intentions.  Here.”  Jack threw Michelle a piece of black latex.  “Put this on and wear it for dinner.” 

Michelle held in her hands a set of black latex panties.  They came equip with long back didlos for her pussy and ass. 

“But your daughter...”

“Will never know if you hurry up and put them on now.”

Michelle turned but Jack grabbed her arm.  “Right now.”

Kylie would be back any second.  Michelle stepped into the panties and guided the, thankfully, pre-lubed dicks into her waiting holes. 

Kylie got back in time to see Michelle walk into her room.  She didn't have those shinny black panties on before.  Oh my god.  Those are mum's penis underwear.  Is this woman some kind of slut?

Jack had ordered Michelle to were a short skirt, heels and a low cut top.  She came out looking stunning.  She wore a slinky black dress.  It was suitably short to please Jack, but not to scandalous as Kylie's.  In addition, the dress revealed ample ripe tit meat.   Looking at the massive hooters, Kylie felt very ashamed of her imprisoned nubs. 

Michelle's house luckily had a small table.  She had to race about, on sexy four inch blue heels, to find a chair for Kylie and to prepare her a plate of food.  All the while Kylie and Jack knew she was being rogered and buggered by long black cocks.   She knew Jack knew, but she didn't know little Kylie knew.

Jack had turned Kylie down, but her egg buzzed away keeping her pale skin flushed and a little guilty grin on her face.  When they sat down to eat, Jack adjusted his package and almost laughed out load at the thought that everyone at the table had dick in their pants, if you counted the stunted butt plug. 

Michelle had, quickly,  prepared a small roast pork, canned greens and baked potatoes.  It looked and smelt delicious.  Jack poured wine for everyone, which both women quickly drank.  It was like they raced to down their glass.  Jack had ordered Michelle to promptly drink any glass he poured her as well.

Jack laughed at the women.  “Well I'm going to try this lovely pork first.”

As they ate and talked, it turned out that Michelle would be teaching high school.  So Kylie would be in many of her classes.

This whore is going to be in my class?  I will have to beat the niggers off her with a stick.  Look at the way her nipples stab her dress its pathetic, and if that dress was any smaller I could put it on a Barbie Doll.

This slut is going to be my teacher?  What am I going to learn, advanced blow job theory or hi I'm a slut 101.  I doubt the boys will be able to concentrate with her big Barbie Doll udders hanging out.

Both women smiled and squirmed in their seats , as they each agreed how much fun it was going to be to go to school together in such a strange place.  Michelle had already had a few drinks and was actually looking forward to a good fucking.  Jack was well built and easily handsome enough.  It had been months since the last time she had been desperate enough to pick up a random fuck in a bar.  Michelle rolled her hips back and forth on the cocks as she ate.

Kylie already needed to pee.  This slut was drinking too much and Jack kept filling up all their glasses.  She couldn't possibly drink any more without wetting herself.  Every few minutes Jack would gently touch her back and change the speed of her vibe.  A few minutes on hard had her trying to suck the butt plug into her ass as her holes spasmed. 

“You know you will have to dress respectably at school Kylie.”  Michelle used her teacher voice. “A skirt that short wouldn't be appropriate.”  Whore.

“Yes Miss.”  Kylie replied demurely.  She playfully added, “You will have to dress more conservatively too Miss, or the boys won't get any work done.”  Slut.

Jack had Michelle explain how she was here so her daughter could go to a fancy private school. Jack had joked how much fun it would be if she was here too, which Kylie had affirmed.

“No, I don't think so.”  Michelle responded politely.  Throughout the dinner Kylie would often have one hand under the table.  Was this little skank masturbating at the dinner table.  Her father doesn't seem to notice.

'This is wonderful.”  Jack said as he cleaned his plate and poured the last of the wine, which the girls quickly drank.

“Wow you bitches much be thirsty.”  Jack laughed as he went to get seconds.

Each girl looked up in surprise.  Did he just call me a bitch in from of my teacher /student.

Both women looked at each other before dropping their heads.  They shared a bond of humiliation.

Jack had explained, at length how Kylie's mother was a no good streetwalker and had been locked up.  He blamed all of Kylie's failures on her.

“Little Kylie is cute as button and sharp as a tack, but I will be glad when she is out of this wanna be slut phase.  Do you know what I mean.?”

Michelle nodded around a mouthful of food.  “My Amy wanted me to buy her a g-string, she is fourteen what does she need a g-string for?”

“I know.  I picked up Kylie on the way out here, and when we arrived I found out she owns nothing but g-strings.  She is wearing one now, assuming she has panties on.  Do you Kylie?”

“Yes Sir.”

God don't made me show her it.  She will see the butt plug, or the vibrators cord, and definitely the wet stain.  Kylie could feel her underwear was saturated.  She hoped the back of her dress wasn't equally wet.

“Do you really?”  He asked, feigning suspicion.

“Yes Sir.”

“Show us, just a flash.”  Us! 

Kylie stood up and lifted and dropped her tight skirt in an instant. 

“I said a flash.  I need to have time to see it.  Again, but more slowly.”

Kylie stood up again and expose herself.   Everyone could see how dripping wet she was. Fortunately the lead running to her vibrator was missed by Michelle. 

Jack sighed.  “Damn it Kylie it looks like you have peed yourself.  I told you, you have to stop masturbating so much.  It isn't good for you.”

Kylie wanted to run away.  She bit her lip and cried a bit.  She would see this woman almost every day and Jack was embarrassing her. 

“How often does your Amy touch herself?”

Michelle was surprised at the forward question.  “I don't know.  I guess she probably does now and then.  Lots of girls do.  It's natural... just not in public.  You must learn to control yourself.”  Whore.

“Yes Miss.  Thank you.” Slut.

“Did you touch yourself at that age Mrs Dee?”

Oh no why ask me that!  She didn't want to lie and say it was sinful and wrong, it would fuck with Kylie's head even more.  “Yes now and then, but only in the privacy of my bedroom.”

“Should she be sticking things up there?”

“Dad!”

“No.”  Michelle answered.  “You could hurt yourself.  You should never put anything inside you that wasn't made to go there.”

“Like a dildo.”  Jack offered

“Yes.”

“Would you let Amy pierce her nipples?  Kylie keeps...”

“Daddy!”

Jack ignored his daughter.  “What you heard before was probably Kylie crying after I gave her a canning.   I caught her fucking  herself with one of her mother's dildos while watching a porno.  Now I know you don't have anything against pornographic films, but you must agree she is far too young to be watching them.”

Michelle was nervous at the link between herself and porn.  “Oh yes, much too young.”

“Get up and show her your bottom Kylie.”

Kylie sat there in disbelief.  She will see everything.

“Now Kylie.”  His voice was not playing around.

Kylie adjusted the wire of her vibrator before standing up, turning around and bending over.  Her ass was modeled scrumptiously for Michelle and her dad.  Long welts scarred its perfect whiteness and the base of an anal toy could be seen hiding behind her red butt floss.

“Kylie King are you wearing a butt plug?”

“Yes Sir.”  She cried.  Still displaying herself.

“Go to the bathroom and take it out at once.  I'm sure Mrs Dee's daughter doesn't walk around with a piece of rubber up her ass.”

Kylie ran off crying.  It had hurt to pull the plug from her ass.  She washed it off knowing she would have to carry it now.  When she pulled the plug out she could not stop her bowels from flowing with it.  She peed as well, unable to control herself any longer.

When Kylie got out of the bathroom she found Mrs Dee on her knees in front of Jack. 

“I dropped this fork.”  Michelle held up a fork.  That was her story and she was stinking to it.

Jack smiled at Kylie as he tucked his dick back in his pants.   “This has been great.  I'm sure Kylie would love to come over whenever you are willing to have us.” 

“Oh yes that would be great.”  Kylie agreed.  Food was food, and this was great.  It couldn't always be embarrassing like this. 

When kissed Michelle on the ear and whispered she could go pee.  She got up and went to relieve herself.  Jack gave his daughter careful instructions while Michelle was gone.  Jack had also had careful words with Michelle while Kylie was in the  bathroom.

When Michelle finally got out Jack told Kylie, “Michelle has invited me to stay the night.  Your a big girl so I won't keep it from you, we are going to have sex.  Are you ok with that?”

Michelle was embarrassed hearing Jack explain their upcoming, barely consensual, sex to his daughter.

“Yes Sir.”  Kylie added, though she wasn't.  “I know mum fucked a lot of guys while you were overseas.” Kylie felt bad lying about her mother, making her seem the whore, but a cheating wife somehow emasculated Jack.  “But Sir...”  She groaned inwardly.  “I don't want to go home alone.  What if those boys come back?”

Jack explained some local boys had come past banging on the windows and shouting things, and it had frightened Kylie.

Now it was Michelle's turn to grimace as she delivered her scripted reply.  “I have a spare room you can sleep in while me and your daddy have sex.”

“Would you like to sleep here Kylie?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Ok.” Jack announced.  “We will go get our stuff.  You can have yourself all ready for me when I get back.”

Michelle did not look at him, she hated Jack, but right now she needed a fuck anyway.  Her ex husband knew a few drinks and she was any man's, and this bastard had kept her horny all afternoon had been fucking her by proxy all through the meal.

Back at the King's house, Jack freshened up, while Kylie had a quick shower. 

“Kylie I want that plug back up your ass asap.  Do you hear me?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Good.  You will be sleeping with it in you tonight as punishment for going potty without asking.  Just be careful when you take it out in the morning.  Also, you can take those band's off your nipples now.  I have packed a pillow for you on your bed.  Your clothes are on it.”

Kylie stepped out of the shower, her sore chest looked great.  She always looked great with water dripping from her lithe body.  Jack noticed she was till wearing her platforms. 

“Oh I forgot to let you out of those.  Ah fuck it, you can sleep in them too.”

On her bed Kylie found her red g-string and white boob tube.

“Dad I can't just wear this over there.”

“Yes you can honey.  The surprise will be when Mrs Dee sees you go to school in just a little more than that.”

“She is really going to fuck you on a first date?”

“Yeah, what can I say, your teacher is a complete slut.  Just like your mom.  I seem to attract slutty girls.”

“So you aren't going to fuck me in the ass tonight?”

“No honey, we will save that for another night.”  Jack really wanted to feel himself inside his daughter.

Standing outside Mrs Dee's door.  Kylie felt exposed.  Her beaten rump was hanging out of her wet g-string and her awful nipples poked out from her tight top.   Kylie shuffled on her high heels. They were less exciting when she couldn't take them off, but she had enjoyed washing herself while wearing them, though it had seemed dangerous.

When Michelle opened the door she stood once more in her soft purple nightgown.  The gown split away at the front and only her well placed hand covered her naked pussy.  Why did he take my underwear, pervert.

Michelle looked at Kylie.  She still wore her high heels and had applied fresh makeup.  Whore. Michelle realized she too still wore high heels and had touched up her makeup, but she was about to get fucked by this stranger.  Michelle noticed Kylie wore only a g-string.

“She sleeps in them.”  Jack commented when he saw Michelle oggling his daughters cunt.  “For now I'm just trying to keep her from wearing butt plugs in public.  I may need you to check her when she comes to school.”

Both women were embarrassed by the subject.

Michelle led Kylie to the spare room.  Kylie moved awkwardly to make sure her plugged ass was facing away from her teacher at all times. 

Jack slapped Michelle's ample rear.  “We will try not to make too much noise honey.”  They went into Michelle's bedroom and closed the door.

Kylie unpacked her pillow case.  She pulled out a book and a pen.  Jack asked her to write down what she imagined they were doing.  Kylie found a small note in the pillowcase.  She opened it and it read. 'I love you'.  Kylie smiled warmly.  Everyone wants to feel loved.  She found a string attached to the note.  She pulled on it until a six inch black cock fell out of the pillowcase.  Kylie looked at it nervously but left it where it fell.  Kylie laid down by the wall and pressed her ear against it. Despite his claims, her father made no efforts to keep things subdued. 

Jack called Michelle all manner of filthy names as he fucked her.  Kylie could tell there was hair pulling involved and at one point Michelle's cried turned to frustrated grunts, so Jack must have gagged her.

Kylie heard Jack lead Michelle, presumably naked, out to the bathroom.  She heard the swish and tap of a razor, and she guessed he was probably shaving the remaining hair from her cunt.  Kylie stroked her own bald sex.  Kylie wondered was Jack fucking her so he didn't have to rape his daughter, or did he really prefer that big titted bitch.

The sharp sounds of flesh on flesh reached through the thin wall, and Kylie figured Jack had started slapping the whores big tits.  She could picture him doing that, straddling her chest slapping left and right.

When Kylie heard the distinct wish of a cane followed by a muffled cry of pain, she dropped her pencil and went to fetch the black penis laying on the floor.  Get it out of your system on her, Kylie thought as she placed the tip of the cock against her virgin slit. 

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.

Chapter 8

Kylie waited in the principals office.  There were no chairs on her side of the rooms desk, so she stood nervously with her legs clamped together. Ms Fitzgerald entered and locked the door behind her.  She sat down in the rooms lone chair and crossed her legs. 

“Stand up straight Miss King, and put your hands on your head.”

Lisa Fitzgerald had been thinking about this moment all day, but she still hadn't decided what to do.  She had fucked many more than her fair share of students, but never a girl as young as Kylie. She had sucked off a few thirteen year old boys, and even engaged in some kissing and petting with thirteen year old girls, but Kylie seemed different.  For one physically, she looked younger than any child Lisa had yet molested.  She was also by far the most gorgeous, and Lisa suspected the smartest.  She could see the fire of intelligence burning hot behind her eyes.

Kylie stood awkwardly as she was bade.  Lisa got up from her chair and carefully examined her student before talking.

“I would like for us to be friends Kylie.  Would you like that?”

“Miss.  I just want to keep my head down and do my time here.”

Lisa laughed.  “You speak as if you were in a prison.”  Lisa paused in thought.  “Perhaps that is a good metaphor after all.  If this is the prison then that makes me the warden doesn't it?”

“Yes Ma'am.”

“And as the warden I can make your time here far more enjoyable.  I can protect you from the inmates and keep the guards off your back.  Do you know who they are?”

“Yes Ma'am I follow you.”  Kylie could tell Miss Fitzgerald was selling something, but she wasn't sure what she could possibly expect in return.

“So I ask again, would you like to be my friend Kylie?”

“Yes Ma'am.”

“Very well strip, and place your clothes in that box.”  The small principals office also held the teachers stationary cupboard, and right now a number of partially unpacked boxes.  Thanks to the extreme decibel level of most of the classes, the office, and the principals office were close to soundproof. 

“But Miss...”

“You are a bright girl Kylie.  I am sure you understand that if I can make things pleasant for my friends I can also make things unpleasant for those who won't be my friend.”

Kylie had no idea what to expect.  She understood better than most the power that a tyrant in a position of power can bring to bare on their enemies.  Grudgingly, Kylie began to undress for her leering principal.

“Socks and shoes too my little fairy.  I want to see all of your pretty skin.”

Kylie stripped the last of her garments and stowed them away in a cardboard box. 

At the same time, Lisa had been undressing.  Under her power suit, she wore long black stocking attached to a lacy garter belt.  She wore a matching bra and a sexy black waist cincher.  Lisa threw Kylie a delicate brightly coloured light piece of material.  At first Kylie thought it was a kite, but it turned out to be a set of fairy wings.   Kylie slipped the invisible strapping over her shoulders and became a naked fey. 

Lisa sat back down and put a leg up on her desk.  She motioned for Kylie to come over.  Kylie walked gracefully as she could around the desk and knelt before the open pussy.

Without being asked, Kylie thrust her face into her principals sex.  She instinctualy held her hands together behind her back, pretending she was cuffed and being forced into this lesbian affair.   Her pussy was dripping and sweaty.  

Jack had made Kylie observe cunt licking as well as cock sucking.  Kylie drew from a long list of memorized tricks.  She licked and sucked and pulled on her principals lips gently.  She used her tongue as a small cock and fucked the drooling hole. 

Lisa was surprised by the expert cunnilingus and struggled to remain silent.  As she reached her peak, she ensnared her little fairy with her long black legs.  She imagined herself a cruel spider tormenting this delicate child.  Her legs crushed Kylie against her sex.   As Lisa came, there came a knock on the door.  For the first thirty seconds, neither her or Kylie responded.  Lisa was blissfully ignorant of the real world during her orgasm, and Kylie's ears where muffled by her powerful thighs. 

Lisa released Kylie, and Kylie came up gasping for air.   Her makeup was ruined, and her pretty face dripped cunt juice.  Lisa forced Kylie under her table as she quickly buttoned her shirt.

“Enter.”

Kylie huddled under the table, extremely conscious of the smell of sex in the air.  It was after all dripping from her nose and face.  Kylie could hear Emma Chamberlain, in tears.

“Oh Lisa they were absolute monsters.”

“Miss Fitzgerald please.”

“Uh, yes Miss Fitzgerald.  The students walked all over me.  I couldn't get them to do anything.  I tried some strategies I had read about but nothing worked.”

“That's because you are a bad teacher.  Isn't it Emma.”  Kylie could see Lisa signaling her to continue under the desk.

“Yes Miss Fitzgerald.”  Emma sobbed.

“None of your student's did any work today.  Should I punish all of them?”  Kylie dared to take long licks up and down Lisa's spread snatch. 

“No Miss.  That wouldn't help, it was all my fault.”

“Your right, which is why I am going to punish you.”

Emma stood with her hands crossed in front of her, and dropped her head in defeat. 

“Turn around, bend over, and pull that ridiculous skirt over your head.”

Emma didn't even complain.  Even Kylie recognized she screamed submissiveness.

Lisa was loathe to leave her little fairy and her exquisite tongue, but she managed to pull herself away.  Lisa didn't even bother pulling on her pants, as Emma could see nothing through her skirt. She strode around the desk confidently and stood with her legs wide and her dripping pussy on display.

Emma wore ugly cream full bottom panties, they were not at all flattering. 

“Oh dear.  Here is one of your problems.”  Lisa said as she stroked the crotch of the panties. “Children can smell weakness.  You need to know you are better than them.  You must keep secrets from them and draw strength from that knowledge.  Tomorrow I want you to come to school in a g-string.  You will find the feel of it under your skirt, and the knowledge that your student's are none the wiser, will make you more confident.  You do own a g-string don't you?”

“Yes Miss Fitzgerald.  One.”

“Well It better be a nice one or you will be wearing no panties at all.  Is that clear?”

“Yes Miss Fitzgerald.”

Kylie could hear scissors at work, and knew knew Lisa was cutting away the offending panties.

“Ugh whats this?  What decade is this Emma, do you not even trim this bush?”

“No Miss Fitzgerald.”

“No wonder you lack confidence.  Tomorrow I want to see this shaved, an your legs and armpits as well.  This isn't a zoo.” 

“Yes Miss Fitzgerald.  I will trim it for Tomorrow I promise.”

“Do you have hearing issues Emma?  I said shave it.  Bald.  Like a little girls.  You are still a little girl after all.”

“I am twenty one miss.”

Whack! 

“If I wanted to know how old you are I would have ordered you to tell me.  Do you understand me Emma?”

“Yes Miss Fitzgerald.  Loud and clear.”

Kylie could hear Emma's breathing quicken.

“Ah I thought I saw a glint of metal.  Are your nipples pierced too.”

“Yes Miss Fitzgerald.”

“Let me guess, a boyfriend made you do it?”

“Yes Miss Fitzgerald.”  Emma wiped her face on her skirt.  Was it that obvious, she wondered.

“Well I better get a good look at you.  Who knows what else you are hiding.”  Lisa quickly retrieved her pants.  “Strip immediately and place your clothes in that box.”

Kylie was getting even hotter listening to Lisa work.  She pulled hard on her nipples.  Kylie lay on her pelvis and brought her legs up over her back, almost to her shoulders.  In this position she rubbed her crotch directly against the carpet.

While still sobbing Emma slowly stripped and hid her clothes.  Lisa let Emma keep her boots on as they would take too long to remove.  Lisa looked at her appraisingly.  With some work she would be a hot piece of ass.  Lisa had not even bothered to retrieve her pants, and Emma had not balked at the sight of her redheaded principal mostly naked from the waist down.

Kylie heard the spanking begin.  She did not hear the whispered instructions, but after the first ruler stung Emma's bottom, Kylie heard her say, “Thank you Miss Fitzgerald.”

Kylie rolled her eyes and gyrated her snatch against the carpet like a bitch in heat.  She came, panting, as she listened to the spanking, leaving a small wet stain under her principals desk.

A knock on the door interrupted the spanking, and Kylie heard quick shuffling.  Lisa hide Emma behind the door and returned to her desk.  As she sat she removed her pants and summoned her dirty fairy. 

Hesitantlt, Kylie returned to cleaning her Mistress' wet cunt. 

“Enter.”

“Lisa, are the children always this... bad?”

“Yes, if they aren't properly controlled, and it's Miss Fitzgerald.”

“Ok.  Well do you have any advice?”

“Yes.  Be firm with them.  Better you get one tiny piece of information across by the end of the class than just spend an hour shouting into the wind while they ignore you.”

“I think I'm trying too hard to stick to my lesson plans.”

“You are Michelle.  If you can get them all seated, keeping their hands to themselves and quiet for even five minutes at a time within two weeks that's a good start.”

“Thank you Miss Fitzgerald.  I guess I was aiming too high.  Oh, and it's Mrs Dee.”

Kylie could hear her father's fuck buddy leave.  Emma came out and Kylie did her absolute best to make it hard for Lisa to properly scold the naked first year teacher. 

“You didn't call her a bad teacher.”  Emma complained.

“That's because she isn't a bad teacher, just out of her element.  You on the other hand, were never meant for this profession.”

“I'm starting to think your right.”

“Kneel.”

Emma knelt without thinking.

Lisa got up and walked out in front of her desk with her pussy still on display.  She walked up to the kneeling goth and pressed her cunt against her face.

“Please Miss Fitzgerald...”

“If you want me to help you, you can help me.  Put that tongue stud to work you little slut.”

Kylie could hear Emma crying and licking halfheartedly. 

Kylie fucked herself with her fingers, making loud squelching noises.  Kylie rolled on her side and stuck two fingers up her pussy and another in her behind.  The delicious sounds of sucking and slurping were a powerful aphrodisiac on her warped mind.

When Lisa came again, she fell back against her desk.  “You may go now Emma, but I will see you bright and early tomorrows morning for a private inspection.” 

Kylie giggled quietly at the double entendre. 

Kylie crawled out from the desk when Emma had finally gone. 

“You were wonderful little fairy.”  Lisa picked Kylie up by her slender waist and spun her about. Lisa was surprisingly strong.

“Thank you Miss Fitzgerald.  Can I please go home now?”

“Not just yet.”

Lisa retrieved a digital camera and spent the next ten minutes taking pictures and video of her naked little sex fairy.

When they were finished Lisa sighed and remarked.  “I wish I could put you in a box and take you home, but I suspect your father would miss you when it came time for his next blow job.”

Kylie was stunned.  She knew!

“How did you know about that?”  Kylie was worried Lisa would inform the authorities and have her dad locked up.

“I've been a teacher for eight years.  You get good at spotting the sign's.  Plus I know what to look for.  Your uniform is on the border of acceptable and your panties are slit down the front.   Furthermore, I can see your ass and less recently your breasts have been beaten hard.  Plus when you came to school this morning I smelled cum on your breath.”

“Are you going to report it?”

“No.  You are old enough and smart enough.  You know what is happening to you is wrong, but you don't report it.  I figure you either don't want to destroy what' left of your family, or you are starting to enjoy it.  Probably both.”

Kylie slumped to the floor and held her naked knees against her chest.  “I'm sick, and a coward.”

“It's better to feel pleasure than pain isn't it?”

Kylie nodded mutely.

Lisa, still scantily dressed began getting Kylie's clothes out of the box for her.  “I will tell you a secret if you promise not to tell anyone.  I was raped by my father when I was your age.  At the time it fucked me up, but looking back it was the best thing in the world for me.”

Kylie looked unconvinced.

“I'm serious.  It gave me a desire for freedom, and a fighting instinct.  You may take your father into your mouth whenever he chooses, but you remember it is your mouth.  You can always say no, but you know what would happen.  Still, you have a choice and that is important.  Emma doesn't have a choice.  You know what's happening to you is wrong and someday it will end, she lives where you are now.  I could have ordered her back to my house and had her sucking my pussy for the rest of the night, but then I would have to deal with her constant neediness,”

Lisa helped Kylie to her feet.  “Just survive it my little fairy.  There is always hope.”

“I think I'm going to get sent to the principals office a lot.”  Kylie smiled.

“Ah yes that reminds me.”  Lisa went to her desk and scrawled a note.  “Give this to your father the moment you get home.”

Kylie held the note in both hands.  “What is it?” 

“I explained you were rude to me in class and he should give you a few good whacks on the bottom.”

“Thank you Miss Fitzgerald.”  Kylie sighed.  “Miss Fitzgerald, may I please have my panties back.”

When Kylie got home, she sat on the front step of her house and waited for her father to arrive. She knew he could be a few hours, but he would never trust her with a key to the house.  Kylie pulled out one of her textbooks and started reading.  She was hungry, but after her time in the principals office, the itch between her legs did not bother her. 

It was dark before Jack arrived and Kylie's legs were freezing.  She raced over and kissed him on the lips as he groped her behind. 

When they went inside Jack was not happy about the note from Miss Fitzgerald.  He was also unhappy with the state of Kylie's panties.

“Did you even try to masturbate in school?”  Jack asked her as if not doing it was unthinkable.

“Yes Sir.  That's why I got in trouble.”

“You had hours just waiting for me to get home, you could have masturbated then.”

“I'm sorry Sir I forgot.”  Kylie did not want to tell him about her sex with Lisa.  It was private and special.

Jack placed ten fresh welts across Kylie's rump, the lower two lines would be visible under her skirt. 

Kylie cried as Jack sat her on his naked lap in front of the tv.  They began their usual open mouthed kissing, but this time Jack kept his child's legs spread wide open.  While they tongued, he rained down slaps on her sweet vagina. 

Tongue slurping and wet smacking filled the room.  It was not long before Kylie's pussy was red and swollen and she fell from her father's lap rolling in agony.  Jack left her there to go dump his cum in Michelle.

He didn't even ask for a blow job. Kylie crawled to her bed and cried herself to sleep.

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.

Chapter 10

Kylie stood tall on her heels and turned her upper body around to get a better look at her butt.  Bastards.  Sure enough, the most recent groping she had suffered had left two black paint hand prints across her golden hot pants and her peeking ass cheeks.  These kids should be learning how to not be assholes, not wasting time learning how to paint. 

At least Miss Chamberlain was doing better.  She was still a lousy teacher, but she hadn't had a mental breakdown yet.  Her classes were beginning to accept she required they produce at least some work each lesson.  Still, she would quickly lose control of the class when they were excited.  Scissors, glue, someone walking past the windows... pretty much anything could set them off.

The class was painting in the undercover open area between the classrooms.  Kylie moved over to one of the large sinks to try and wash herself.  She tried to clean off the pink nipples one of the other girls had helpfully painted on her white shirt.  The shirt quickly went see through and the paint ran.  Kylie had to back away from the sinks when other students started a quick water fight.

When Kylie turned around, she found Teshana behind her with a lock of gold hair and a pair of scissors.   Teshana looked like she had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.  It took Kylie a moment to realize the bitch had just cut her hair. 

With a release of pent up anger, Kylie threw out her hands and pushed the black girl hard over into the metal cage surrounding the school.  Before Kylie could decide what to do next, two of Teshana's friends jumped her.  Kylie had given up trying to work out who was related to who.  She knew almost no one lived with their real parents, and half the kids here were blood relatives.  This meant what may otherwise seem like a private matter with one child would quickly expand as their relatives were honour bound to assist them.  To complicate matters, there was also some clan war stuff going on in the community.  The politics were inscrutable to Kylie, mostly because she didn't care.

By time Emma had dragged the two girls off Kylie, she was dirty and crying.  Emma sent Kylie into the staff room and told her to get cleaned up.  Kylie knew nothing would happen to the students.  It's not like you could send a note home or take anything away from them.  Lisa seemed to be able to control the kids with her overpowering presence, but unfortunately she was over at the primary school for the day.

Kylie helped herself to one of the towels Lisa kept to make into nappies for Emma.  The staffroom held a disabled toilet with shower facilities and Kylie was filthy with paint.  Kylie made sure she locked the door before stripping off and turning on the water.

Kylie soaped up her smooth white skin under the cold water.  It seemed the shower wasn't connected to a hot water system.   The icy water was a welcome relief from the heat of the day.  The cold water made Kylie's skin seem glowing white, and she wondered if she could camouflage against the rooms white tiled walls. 

While Kylie was masturbating (Thanks to Jack she didn't even consider NOT masturbating during a shower) she ran a finger gently across her mound.  She could feel just a few small soft hairs.  Jack will be happy, Kylie thought.  She knew he was waiting for her to grow pubic hair just so he could make her shave it off. 

Kylie had her index fingers deep in her pussy and asshole when the door suddenly opened.  Two of the grade 7 girls were standing in the doorway, with their mobile phones in hand.  Kylie thought again how stupid it was for more than half of the students to have mobile phones when they aren't even able to bring books and pens to school.  Kylie knew it wasn't because they couldn't afford it, just that their parents wouldn't bother or the kids would forget, but what kind of fucking excuse is that.

While Kylie continued to contemplate some of the problems facing the education of natives in rural area's, she finally remembered she was stark naked, finger fucking both her holes and being watched.  Worse she was standing in front of two functional cameras.

Quickly pulling her fingers free, Kylie ran for the door to slam it shut.  In a horrible instant, she remembered the soap she dropped during her fingering.  Her first footfall landed on the soap and she spun out of control.  Kylie wasn't sure if she heard or imagined the sickening crack when her head struck the tiled floor.

When Kylie woke up she was starring up at an unfamiliar ceiling. 

“She is coming around now.”  An unfamiliar female voice remarked.

“Thank god.”  Jack said.

The ceiling was replaced with concerned faces.  Jack, Emma, Lisa and two more women.  A stunning Asian woman and a young looking cute redhead. 

“You took a nasty fall Miss King.”  The Asian offered.  “We don't have very good facilities I'm afraid, but I would like to keep you here for the night just to make sure you are fine.”

“Thank you... Doctor?”

“Doctor Sukai.”

Kylie sat up quickly and found her head spinning.  The nurse lifted up the sheet to cover Kylie's nakedness.

“Don't try and get up just yet.”  The doctor ordered Kylie.

Kylie heard Jack yelling at Emma for a long time, and she heard the doctor and the nurse talking quietly.  It was a long time before she recalled what had caused her to fall over.  Those fucking kids would have pictures of her naked!  By now they would be ethereal.  Kylie imagined they were probably on the Internet somewhere already, but perhaps that was a little premature. 

Jack came back into the room and asked for some time alone with his daughter.  He still looked angry.  The room was nothing more than a single bed, a locked cabinet and a few chairs.   When everyone had left, Jack immediately pulled out his dick and thrust it at Kylie's face.

Kylie rolled her eyes and her father took offense.  He grabbed her hair and yanked her head toward his cock.  Kylie still had a splitting headache and the sudden movement made her vision swim.  Instinctively she took Jack into her mouth and began to pleasure him.  Jack didn't try to hold back and he quickly shot his seed. Then came the father talk about how she needed to be more careful and all that.

They talked for a little more, but Jack had heads of his own to crack so he kissed Kylie on the head and left.  With nothing else to do it wasn't long before Kylie was fingering herself again. 

Left alone and naked in the recovery room, Kylie continued to play with herself on and off for the rest of the afternoon.  The building had grown very quiet and she assumed all but a skeleton crew had gone home.  She was up to her knuckles in herself when the pretty nurse came back in. 

“Hello.”  She said.

Kylie had time to disengage as the door was opening.  She hoped her face wasn't as flushed as it felt. 

“Hello.”

“My name is Kim and I'm one of the nurses at the clinic.  I have brought your medicine."  Kylie remembered Kim from earlier.  She was very pretty with pale white skin and short fiery red hair.  Her uniform seemed rather scandalous.  It looked to be made from a white latex adorned with a single red cross above her breasts.  The dress appeared to be stretched tight everywhere and only barely covered any of Kim's legs.  Kylie was almost certain it wasn't the same dress she was wearing earlier

Kim handed Kylie two small white pills and a tall tumbler full of cool water.  Kylie unquestioningly accepted the drugs.  Despite being something of a cynic, Kylie just assumed doctors and nurses were all trustworthy people.

"I wanted to have a talk with you.”  Kim continued.

Kylie waited.

“About the marks on your bottom and on your breasts.”

“What about them?”  Kylie asked nervously.

“Does your father beat you?”  Kim asked bluntly.

“Only when I'm bad.  It's nothing.”

“Does he ever touch you?”

“Of course he touches me, he is my father.  What are you getting at?”

Kim remained patient and concerned.  “Does he touch your naughty places?”

“What?”

“Your breasts.”  The redhead reached out a milky white hand and let it rest on one of Kylie's breasts.  It was above the thin white sheet, but the slight movements of the hand were rubbing against her nipple. 

“No!”

“How about your ass?”

Kim reached under the sheet and ran a hand up and down the side of Kylie's bottom.  Kylie squired uncomfortably under the nurses touch.

“No never.”

“Your lying.”

“No I'm not.”

“He has to touch your breasts and ass to spank you when you are bad doesn't he?”

Kylie bit her lip and though.  “Well yeah, but... of course.  But thats ok, because I was bad.”

“Right.”  Kim agreed with a smile.  “And its ok for me to touch you because I am a nurse, right?”

“Yeah I guess.”  Kylie agreed.

“Does your father ever touch your cunt?”

“What!?”

Kylie felt the nurses hand brush across he top of her mound.

“Does he stick things in your wet cunt?”

“No!”

“But your cunt is wet?”

“What?”  Maybe it was the concussion, but this nurse was strange.

“You are dripping wet.”  Kim accused as she stuck a latex covered finger inside Kylie. 

Kylie squeezed her legs together, which made her vaginal muscled hold the finger tightly.  She grab the nurses hand and tried to pull the hand away.

Kim let go and held up a wet gloved finger.  She wagged it at Kylie comically and asked her “Have you been fingering your juicy slit?”

“Yes...”  Kylie admitted weakly.

Kim looked concerned.  “Is it always that hot?”

“What?”

“Feel inside.  Is it always that temperature.”

Kim pulled the sheet off Kylie and brought one of her hands down to her pussy.  Kim encouraged Kylie to insert her fingers into her snatch.

“Is it always that hot?”  She repeated.

“Yeah.  It seems pretty normal.”

“Hmmm.”  Kim said thoughtfully.  “I better get a reading.”

Kim went away and returned with a thermometer.  A very large thermometer.  It was clear and at least and inch thick and maybe 15 inches long.  Kylie had no idea it was just for educational purposes.

“Does it have to be that big?”  Kylie asked.

“The bigger the better.”  Kim smiled.  “We want a good reading on one of the first few tries.” Kim held the glass rod up to Kylie's face.  “If you lick it it will go in easier.”

Kylie unenthusiastically licked the tip of the shaft. 

“I have to make sure your hole is unobstructed.”  Kim used the excuse to finger Kylie for almost five minutes before she declared it was safe for the thermometer.

The glass rod felt cold against Kylie's wet sex lips.  It was smooth and not very stimulating inside her.  Kim repositioned the thermometer a lot, always trying to get it to the 'optimal depth'.  Kim gave Kylie a good fucking with the glass dildo.  Kylie was already hot when she felt Kim's slick gloved fingers begin to tweak her engorged clitoris.  Kim muffled Kylie's cries as she came.

“Ok there we go.”  Kim pulled the thermometer free, and after wiping the slime onto Kylie's panting tongue she read out the temperature.

“Is that ok.”  Kylie asked breathlessly.

“Is what ok?”

“The temperature of my pussy?”

“Oh yes, oh I mean no.  We need to run more tests.”  Kim suddenly had a thought.  “Roll over please.”

Kylie was already rolling onto her stomach as she asked why.

“I need to take a base reading to compare your cunts ambient heat levels with.”

“Huh?”

“I need to stick this in your ass.”

Kylie took fistfuls of the pillow as she raised her ass obediently.   She felt the cold glass against her sphincter, but it was pulled away.

“You need to lick it again.”

Kylie could see her juices running down the long rod.

“It looks wet enough.”

“Fine don't worry.  I will go get the lubricant.”  Kim turned around and walked out of the room, taking Kylie's cover sheet.   When she returned Kylie was crouching behind the bed for cover.

“Get back up on the bed.” 

Kylie got back up onto the bed and immediately assumed and all fours position.  A cold finger penetrated her anus and began to meticulously lube her muscle. 

"Has your father ever put anything in your ass Kylie?  Its very loose back here."

Very loose was a gross overstatement, but Kim correctly suspected Kylie's ass was not completely virgin.

Kylie felt Kim's finger pull out, and a small probe enter her rear.  It was too small to be the thermometer.  Kylie could feel a coldness spread inside her ass and she recognized the familiar sensation of an enema.

"What are you doing?"

"Its called an enema.  Its to make sure you are clean.  You don't want to get the thermometer all dirty do you?"

The enema wasn't as large as Kylie was used to, but to be given one by a stranger in a strange clinic was nerve wracking. 

When Kylie was full, Kim made her roll onto her back.  She played with the little girls swollen tummy for awhile before moving onto a breast exam.  Kylie shut her eyes and concentrated on holding in the enema while the nurse groped and massaged her chest.

"Your breasts seem to be developing fine.  I will need you to come in again soon for another checkup though."

"Yes Ma'am."  The combination of the drugs and the enema made Kylie happy and cooperative.

"I need a urine sample as well."

Kim helped Kylie down from the bed and handed her the same plastic tumbler she had drunk from when swallowing her medicine.

“Is there a toilet here?”

“Just squat and pee.  If you mess up the floor I can just mop it.”

“But...”

“I am very busy Kylie, and it's important I get a urine sample from you.  It's ok.  I'm a nurse.”

Kylie squatted awkwardly with her bloated belly and held the cup underneath her vagina.  Closing her eyes, she directed a stream of warm piss into the cup, but much of it splashed her hands and dripped to the floor.  Kim, squatted down carefully on her heels and enjoyed a front row seat.  Her eyes were locked onto Kylie's young slit.  Kylie found it doubly awkward to pee while being watched, and to pee without releasing the enema.

Kylie placed the tumbler on the ground.  It was brimming with rich orange piss and had a noticeable head. 

“Please can I go to the toilet now?”

“Very well.”

Kim went over to the cabinet and pulled out a large metal bowl.  She minced back across the room on her dangerously high heels and gracefully bent at the waist to place the bowl on the floor in front of Kylie.

Kylie starred at her in disbelief.  “You want me to do it in that?”

“Yes, and try not to get any on the floor or you will have to clean it up.”

Kylie wanted to protest this indignity, but the rumblings from her belly told her she was out of time.  The young girl sat on the bowl and relaxed her anus.  She flowed into the bowl and tried her best to ignore the disgusting noises.

Kim had Kylie stand up and pull her ass cheeks apart while she wiped her down with some baby wipes.  Finally Kylie found herself back on the bed on her hands and knees with a finger up her ass again.

“Still too dirty for our most expensive thermometer.”

It took fifteen minutes for Kylie to receive a second, larger, enema.  Kim made Kylie do jumping jacks while holding the enema in, theoretically so it would swoosh around inside and clean her better.  Kim liked watching the little girls bouncy tummy, but she made Kylie face away from her so she could masturbate freely.

After Kim checked Kylie's ass again, she held two fingers up in front of Kylie's face.  “Do these look clean?”

“Yes Ma'am.”  Kylie wanted all this to stop.

“Oh really?  Well then you wont mind sucking on them for me will you?”

Kylie didn't respond, and Kim chose to wipe the relatively clean fingers on Kylie's lips.  When she was done she brought the latex fingers to her ow mouth for a taste.

“Hmm that's certainly very clean, but I want a closer look.”

Kylie waited while Kim rummaged around in the cabinet.  When she returned she pressed a cold metal probe into Kylie's rectum.

“What is it now?”

“I'm just trying to get a good look inside you to make sure you are clean.  Hold still this may hurt a little.”

Kim began to open the speculum and Kylie exhaled sharply.  Soon her little asshole was stretched more than ever before. 

“Please stop it!”  Kylie begged.

“Shhh.  You don't want someone to walk in here wondering what the whining is about.”  Kim knew no one else was left at the clinic and it was all locked up.

Kim played with Kylie's clean insides for awhile before announcing she was ready for the thermometer.  After having Kylie lick it again. Kim quickly slid the long rod into her ass as soon as she withdrew the speculum.

It took even longer for Kim to get a anal temperature.  Kylie felt like she was being sodomized, and she was.  Kim indiscreetly played with Kylie's pussy as she worked the smooth shaft in and out of her asshole. 

Kylie whimpered as Kim began working two fingers into her pussy while continuing the anal reaming.  Kylie lowered her head to the bed so she could use her hands to pull on her fat nipples. 

As Kylie felt the orgasm wash over her, she cried out “Wait, wait wait....”  But it was no use.

“Remember, I need to take the temperature exactly when you cum.”

Kim pulled the thermometer from Kylie's ass, and wipes it along her juicy sex lips before passing it up to Kylie's mouth for a thorough cleaning.

When Kylie had finished licking her leakage from the shaft she said, “But... I thought you wanted a base reading?”

“Oh yeah...”  Kim remembered.

“Well I guess we will have to start all over again.” 

Chapter 11

Kylie woke up with one of her fathers arms thrown protectively around her naked body.  She could feel the tip of his engorged penis resting against her rump.  Jack and been genuinely concerned for his daughter's well being and was relieved to see she was free from any permanent harm.  It had been three days since the accident and Jack had Kylie sleep in his bed since returning from the clinic.

Between the drugs and the blow to the head, Kylie convinced herself the night in the clinic was one of her sick dreams.  It was the sort of thing her twisted mind was filling her nights with more and more.

When he awoke, Jack and Kylie showered.  Kylie was wrong about Jack making her shave her emerging pubic hair.  He actually had her pull them out one by one with tweezers instead.  Jack spent a lot of time caressing and licking Kylie's mound.  He said he was trying to enjoy it while it was still so smooth.  Jack ate breakfast while Kylie gave herself her morning enema.  After her morning exercises, Kylie masturbated; making sure to wipe up her mess with her little panties. 

Jack  dressed his little princess and enjoyed his morning blow job.  He wiped Kylie's mouth and chin with her cute little split white panties.  Actually, her panties were getting a bit crusty from all the dried semen. 

Kylie was happy when Jack offered to walk her to school.  He had never done so before, so she got to show him her little shortcut.  It wasn't really a secret, but after living in the city cutting across scrub land as a shortcut was an adventure for Kylie.

It had been awhile since the last fire, so the brush on either side of the downhill rocky trail was almost a meter high.  Kylie was eating some dry toast and telling Jack what a great idea it would be to enroll her in some distance education courses.  Jack had not been listening to Kylie for the last few minutes.  He interrupted her words with a hand on her shoulder.

“Squat down.”

Kylie did as she was told.  She expected Jack to point something out to her, but what he had in mind was less educational.

“Pee.”

“What???”

“You hear me.  Piss yourself.  ”

“But...”

“Now!”

Kylie spread her legs and began to piss through the opening in her panties.   In her mind the sound of her urine splashing on the rocks would surely wake everyone in town.    As she was peeing, Jack grabbed her remaining piece of toast and waved it under the yellow stream.

Jack loved embarrassing his daughter.  She just looked too fucking cute. 

When Kylie was finished, she stood up and looked at Jack for his approval.

“Thats a big puddle.  I wonder if the locals will know its white girl piss.”

Kylie felt so ashamed.  This ground beneath her  held a slight dip, so the piss pooled well in the stone bowl.  Jack dropped the toast in the smelly puddle and told Kylie to eat it.  Kylie bent down and went to pick up the toast, but Jack scolded her.

“Did I say you could use your hands bitch?  Get your face in there.”

“Thats disgusting.  I wont do it.”  Kylie protested, though she realized she was about to eat the urine soaked toast anyway, she just hated the idea of putting her face in the puddle to do it.

“You will do it if you want your skirt back!”  Jack deftly undid Kylie's skirt and tore it from her.

Kylie squeezed her legs shut and used her hands to try to cover her shinning white ass and slit.

“If someone sees me like this.  You go to jail.”  Kylie warned Jack sternly.

“And you go to a foster home.  I'm sure one of the old nigger grannies will take you in.  They have to look after all their alcoholic slut daughter's kids, whats one more mouth to feed.  Would you like to fight for food with ten brothers and sisters?”

Kylie got down on her hands and knees and pressed her nose down against the wet toast to anchor it while she nibbled.  It broke apart pretty easily now that it was all soggy.  The worst part for Kylie was the smell, and getting piss up her nose.   That and when Jack pulled out his dick and started pissing on her face. 

Kylie finished the toast and looked up.  She saw a dirty black man standing beside her father.  They were busted! 

“Ey wat the fuck?”  The drunken man pondered.

“Morning.  Would you like to pee on my daughter?”

“Can I fuck her?”  The stranger slurred.

“No.  Not today.  But you can pee on her.”

“Errrr shure.”

“Daddy!”  Kylie was frightened. 

“Don't worry honey. He is so drunk he wont remember, or if he does who would believe my little angle would do such horrible things?  Now unbutton your shirt for the nigger before he pees all over it.”

Kylie quickly unbuttoned her shirt as the drunk wiped out hit flacid dick and began emptying his beer bladder onto her milky white skin.   He must have been drinking a lot.  Kylie felt like he was peeing on her for a solid minute.  Jack had time to jerk off to the degrading spectacle.  There was something raw and forbidden in watching the strangers piss strike his daughters white chest and face.  When at last the drunk was spent, Jack slipped him a twenty and told him to fuck off.

Jack looked down at his daughter, squatting almost naked over the natural bowl full of mixed piss, crying her eyes out. 

“Now drink it all up.”

“But daddy there is too much!”

Jacks look was not open to negotiation.

Kylie knew the longer she delayed, the greater chance of her being discovered again.   She brushed back her wet hair and started lapping up the hot piss.

“And fuck yourself while you do it!”

It took Kylie almost two minutes of furious slurping and frigging to drain the whole bowl and bring herself off again.  When she was done she was filthy, and her belly felt bloated with piss.

“Can I go home and have a shower please daddy?”

“You just want to give yourself another enema don't you slut?  “Take off your panties and clean yourself up.”

Kylie rolled her panties down and squatted again to clean herself.  She wiped down her arms, legs and her slick face and chest.  Jack made sure she did an exceptional job before letting her dress again.  Kylie's panties were completely soaked.  She went to wring them out, but Jack stopped her.

“In your mouth.”

Kylie hesitated before wringing the dirty pee from her panties into her open mouth.  She shivered as she swallowed the disgusting liquid.  Each mouthful made her gag.

“But I still stink of piss daddy!”

“Just run around in the sun a bit before school starts.  I'm sure it will dry.”

Thankfully, Jack didn't come into the school.   Kylie was able to wash herself a little with a hose before more kids arrived.  She hoped that and her sun block would cover the smell of piss.

Kylie was sad to learn that Lisa was out of town at a conference.  She expected another lousy day.  As the other students began to arrive, Kylie seemed to be the subject of much snickering and sideways glances, even more than usual. 

One of the girls walked over to Kylie, very purposefully.  She quickly blurted.  “Morning pink bits.”  Before running back to her friends.  It seemed Kylie's nickname had changed from white girl to pink bits. 

It wasn't until halfway though the day that Kylie realized what was going on.  It was a maths class and Kylie was in with all the older children.  She was coming over to help Peter with a problem when she happened to see him looking at his mobile phone.  He was looking at a picture of her standing naked in the shower!

Kylie was stunned.  Somehow Peter sensed her eyes on him and turned around.  When he saw her he jumped in his seat and closed the phone.  He could see tears welling up in her eyes already.  When she fled across the classroom he got up to follow her.

“Kylie's it's not me.  Someone keeps sending the pictures to everyone.  I'm sorry.”

“Everyone has them?”

“Yeah pretty much.”

Once the students realized Kylie new about the naked pictures, they made sure someone was waving one around at any given moment.  Worse, it never went more than five minutes without the sound of  shower and a girl's echoed panicked screaming coming from some corner of the classroom as the kids took turns playing the video clip of the incident.  Towards the end of the clip, after Kylie's fall, one of the unseen watchers actually crept over to Kylie's unconscious form and had the audacity to spread open her closed labia for the camera.  It was apparently from this act that her new nickname derived.

Michelle knew better than to try and take the phones from the class.  She had tried that before only to have tables flipped, chairs thrown at wall and children waving scissors at her.  There were some things the children simply would not surrender.

That afternoon, Kylie went home in tears.  When her father finally arrived, and had time to listen to Kylie after his afternoon blow job, he was furious.  Jacks first action was to spank Kylie thoroughly for letting herself be photographed naked, and for not masturbating in class today.