Starting the day after her "incident" with Mr. Jones, Kitty was on her best behavior. She showed up to school on time, dressed as appropriately as her wardrobe allowed, and resisted the overwhelming urge to touch herself in school. She even stayed off the chat rooms, though she missed them dearly as she did her homework.

Math problems had created something of an unfortunate Pavlovian response, since the day she was forced to complete them without clothes on, while cum leaked from her asshole and her assailant threatened to shower her in piss. Now, every time she had to find the derivative of a function, her panties soaked and she salivated like a dog. In fact, just about everything reminded her of that fateful day. Most of all, she was reminded, against her will, how much she wanted it to happen again.

That was it. The truth. Kitty was starving. She'd had cock- real cock- in her hole, and needed more. She was an addict, a junkie. Worst of all, she was what everyone called her, what everyone reduced her to- a total fucking slut. She needed what her principal threatened to give her. Which was why she couldn't have it. So she behaved.

It had been about a month of chastity (or at least chastity during school hours) when she received a snapchat friend request from a user she didn't recognize during study hall. She looked at the handle- mrkittyowner99- and found herself intrigued enough to hit 'accept.'

She knew who her mystery pen pal was as soon as she read the first message: "teacher's restroom. Now." There was only one person that she knew of who was familiar her favorite spot- the person she was most trying to avoid. She wanted to ignore the message, but she knew that the app had already informed him that she'd seen it. She ignored it anyway, only to receive a follow-up notification. The snap was not accompanied by a message, but the threat was there all the same. It was a picture of those same transcripts he'd lorded over her in detention- her scandalous Literotica profile and all of the filthy conversations she'd had on the site.

She couldn't make out the highlighted words in the image, though she remembered them by heart: "I am so desperate to be raped. I deserve it, and whatever punishment you'll graciously give me, Sir." She was sure that those words, spoken privately to a man she could never had known was her school's vice principal, would haunt her for the rest of her life. She resigned, knowing that disobedience would be punished in ways she couldn't handle, gathered her things and headed to the teacher's restroom.

"I'm here," she texted him. "In the teacher's restroom."

"Prove it," he replied simply. She took a picture of her surroundings. "Not good enough," he scolded. "Show me what you look like in the mirror."

She took a picture of her unsmiling reflection, and looked it over before she sent it. She was wearing a long-sleeve shirt- something she hardly ever did before the incident, but almost always did after- though it did nothing to conceal the impressive size of her breasts. Her jeans clung to her figure like they were painted on, showing off the curvature of her ass. No matter how hard she tried to cover herself up, she saw herself as a sex object. She was one.

"Stupid bitch," the next message read. "Take your fucking clothes off. And would it kill you to smile?"

There was nothing ceremonious about the way she stripped. She discarded that wretched, oppressive top, kicked off her sneakers, and with some effort, peeled her jeans from her legs. When she stood in the mirror a second time, she was reminded of the unsexy underthings she'd chosen that morning: a heather gray bra and unmatching light blue cotton panties. She considered snapping a photo like that, but she knew what her owner wanted, and more than that, knew the consequences of denying it to him. To avoid his wrath, at least for now, she let her tits drop from their holder, then freed her cunt from its prison as well.

As she stood, naked and ashamed in the teacher's restroom, she was reminded of why she'd chosen to come here in the first place, back when it had been her choice. She felt a sexy shiver move through her body from her tits to her toes, a rush of adrenaline that soaked her like a tidal wave. She remembered, weeks ago now, forcing her asshole to gape on a fat toy, rubbing frantically at her clit, cumming like a freight train when she heard a knock at the door. No matter how hard she tried to deny it, she was a desperate, depraved little slut. And no matter how hard Mr. Jones fought to pry her autonomy from her, she was empowered by that. When she took that picture, her perky tits fully on display, her spine contorted to offer a sneak peak at her ass, she did smile, and that smile was genuine.

That is, until she received the notification that wiped it right off her face- Screenshotted!

"Good girl," the next message praised. It was followed by a video of that big cock that haunted her dreams being stroked to full hardness at his desk. In it, he spoke:

"You like that fat cock, baby girl?" he taunted in a hushed tone. "Bet you miss this weapon raping you open. Don't worry, little slut, you'll get to taste it at the back of your throat again soon. Are you hungry, Kitten?"

"Yes," she typed back. It wasn't a lie, or an appeasement. She was salivating as she watched that big hand move over the endless length of that big cock.

"Say it out loud, slut. Send Daddy a video."

She contemplated how to go about it, then resolved to reciprocate with the same kind of message he sent. She sat her bare ass on the floor, spread her legs, and angled the camera to show off her cunt as she fingered herself.

"I'm so hungry for your load, Daddy," she whispered as she stuffed her pussy with two fingers. "I miss that big Daddy cock raping my holes. My slutty cunt is so wet, Sir."

"Fucking slut," his voiceover said as he stroked his cock with even more vigor, "Daddy's gonna feed you a three course meal, little one. Gonna piss down that throat, a nice wet appetizer for your whore mouth, splash over your tits and cunt, too, for good measure. You know what Daddy's gonna feed those rapetoy lips next, little girl?"

"Cum, daddy?" she replied by text, only to be scolded and ordered to film a video. When she recorded herself again, she fed three fingers into her cunt, then upped the ante to four. "Are you gonna feed your baby girl cum, Daddy? I want to drink your load so bad, Sir."

"You will," his video answered. His cock was deeply blushed and leaking precum, and he was breathing heavy. She could tell he wouldn't last much longer. Good, neither could she. "But first, Daddy's gonna feed you his asshole. Would you like that?"

"No, Daddy," she lied as her cunt gushed with arousal. "That's yucky, I don't wanna."

"Good, good baby girl. Daddy likes making his little girl do things she doesn't like. You know why?"

"Why Daddy?"

"Because Daddy's little girl is nothing but a disgusting little pet, who deserves to be used and used until she's not even worth using anymore. You are so lucky, little dog, that I am so generous to feed you my piss, and my dirty asshole. Because if Daddy wasn't so fucking generous? Your little profile, and all your little conversations, and that dirty picture you just sent me, would be passed out as flyers for all the pervy boys in your class to fap to. And they'd be sent directly to your dad's email, and to every college you could ever dream of getting into, and to Facebook and Twitter and Instagram and fucking PornHub. But Daddy is so, so kind. So instead of ruining your reputation, Kitty Ryder, I'm gonna ruin that slutty little body of yours. And you're gonna let me."

As he spoke, he jerked himself harder and tighter, brought himself to completion over the course of his own villainous monologue. By the end, he was cumming in erratic spurts, painting his bared abs in hot, white stripes. She came as he did, making a mess of her own on the floor and in her hands.

"Thank you, Daddy," she replied sweetly, showing off the puddle of gush, then licking it up off the floor, ensuring her tits were in frame as she rubbed them in the wet. He didn't send another video. Instead, she received another text. It was an address, followed by a message.

"Your detention will be held at this address, beginning at 7pm sharp. You will stay the night. I advise that you tell your father you will be sleeping at a friends. If you show up in those frumpy clothes, you will be dismissed completely naked, and you will take the train home that way. If you do not bring every toy you own, I will have to force your holes open with my fists and feet. If you do not show up at all, your secrets will be public knowledge by Monday morning. Make wise decisions, Kitty Ryder."

The bell rang.


The first thing Kitty noticed as she stepped off the train was that Mr. Johnson didn't live in a very good neighborhood. She was dressed sluttily as instructed, her backpack emptied of everything but two dildos, a bunny vibe, and a bottle of lube. Her ensemble consisted of a plaid skirt so short it could hardly be called a skirt, as it showed off more ass than it covered, and would offer a clear view of her pussy if she did so much as bend over to tie her shoes, since she wasn't wearing panties. Her legs were elongated by a thigh-high pair of white stockings, with lacy frills at the tops that made her look even younger than she was. Her tits were concealed, though hardly- trapped behind a thin wall of almost-transparent white fabric. Her nipples hardened, advertising either the coldness or her reluctant arousal, or a combination of both. She was a walking target on a battlefield of pervy older men. Despite herself, she loved every second of it.

There was no answer when she knocked on the door. The wind kept blowing her skirt up, letting the pale globes of her ass be shown off to anyone lucky enough to walk by. Her asshole, lubed in preparation of the coming trauma, tightened in fear as a passing neighbor bellowed a sexy threat from across the street. She was forced to sit in wait on the stoop, the soaked lips of her ravenous pussy kissing the cool concrete. She had half a mind to leave, but knew she couldn't risk it.

At twenty-five past seven, nearly a half hour of sitting alone in the cold, her phone chimed. She shivered in response to the now-threatening sound of a snapchat notification.

"Running late," the message read, stating the obvious. "Remind me what those pretty holes look like."

Kitty blushed at the message. It was one thing to stand on display in her slutwear, accidentally offering a sneak peak of her most private parts to perverted passers-by. It was another thing entirely to put on a show for them, to spread her slender legs and let them watch as she took a photo of her precious pink insides.

Every ounce of rational thought told her to protest the instruction, to demand that her punishment occurred only in private spaces. In her mind, she enumerated excuses, threats, reasons why it was a bad idea. She even came up with some pretty solid ones, like the fact that she could get a public indecency charge that would put her on the record in front of his home, but she couldn't bring herself to deliver them to her principal for two reasons.

First of all, she knew from experience that even reason wouldn't sway him. Even if he did decide for the first time to rule in her favor, it would come at a cost. She might not have to do anything in public, but the things she'd have to do in private would be worse by an order of magnitude.

Secondly, and perhaps even more compellingly, the instruction simply aroused her. She was already hot from the eyes lingering over her body as she rode the train in her revealing little costume- the hands "accidentally" brushing over her breasts and ass, the men "covertly" sitting behind where she stood against the subway pole to take photos up her skirt. It turns out, Kitty liked being the object of public desire, nothing more than a body to ogle and grope. As she spread her legs to take the photo, she was exhilarated.

She took a look at the photo before she sent it. Her bald pussy looked nice and pink, sweet and young like a just-ripe fruit. Both of her nubile little holes were glossy with slick, her cunt glinting naturally in the light, her tight anal star shining with the help of a well-lubed finger (first her own, then the wandering digit of a stranger on the train who had been in the mood for a clandestine little finger-raping). It was both a shame and a pleasure to know those glorious teen pockets would be demolished so mercilessly in just a short while. She sent the picture.

"Sweet little rapeholes. You bring toys like Daddy told you to?"

"Yes, sir."

"Go ahead and stuff that asshole for me."

"There are people watching, Daddy," she informed him. It wasn't a complaint, just the truth. Since she spread her legs, two men had gathered to jerk their cocks at the sight of her, making lewd remarks and threats to paint her, rape her, and impregnate her. The comments only egged her on, and soon she was sucking two slick fingers past her tight rim.

"Give them a good show, little one."

Her asshole was well-trained in the art of stretched around a fat toy, and she eagerly showcased her talent to the drooling on-lookers. That girlish pucker unfurled easily around the hot pink mushroom head of the smaller of her toys, a firm six inches that had been treating her holes for all four years of high school. If that naughty silicone rod could talk, it would regale you with tales of that sweet, pubescent cunt just learning to accommodate its heft.

Slick cerise balls kissed the pale skin of her ass as the toy impaled her, drawing a moan from her lips. Her pussy drooled jealously, unused.

As she recalled the inaugural taking, that one afternoon in the principal's office, she realized that her soaking cunt had still never taken a real cock. Mr. Johnson had delighted in the reckless pillage of her virgin asshole, and stretched her past her limit with a toy in her pussy as he did, but she was still yet to feel the warm flood of human muscle driving home inside her the way God intended. With that knowledge, everything suddenly felt even naughtier.

Tight young virgin schoolgirl toys ass in public, awaits first penetration. Hell of a headline.

She wondered for a moment how young she looked to her audience, now of four jerking perverts with a hunger for teen snatch. She'd always been told she looked younger than she was, her little body and insubstantial height doing nothing to age her baby face. The only thing mature about her body was her DD rack and her nice round ass. Now, dressed in a schoolgirl uniform and pigtails, showing off her tight, bald cunt, she must not look nearly old enough for a single one of the men who viewed her. She wondered if that was simply a feature, or if it was a bonus.

There was a long pause before she sent another message as she prepared her hungry asshole for a dildo feast, and her instructor grew impatient.

"Show me that slutty little hole!" he commanded. She could hear the harsh sound of his voice even via text, and she obeyed immediately. A picture showed nothing mch but the round pink disk of the suction cup at the base of the toy, so she took a video, rocking the dildo in and out of her hole to the sound of squelching lube and echoing moans. She sent that video, then another of her sloppy hole winking, begging for more as she evacuated the dildo.

Her audience cheered her own with their feral moans and growls. If her daddy didn't show soon, she might have to invite one of them to keep her warm for him.

The creaking of a door opening sounded behind her, then a man cleared his throat.

"Come in, Kitty."

She obeyed.
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