No. So it James turn.

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Authors note: There are some things said in the chapter (by the boy on the bus) that I strongly disagree with, but this is a story and a different society. Even at that, unfortunately, some people in our world have some of those philosophies. If you're one, YOU ARE WRONG AND FIX YOURSELF. If you do not, please enjoy the story for what it is.

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Britney mocks her father, "If that is what you want, I'll take my chances on James not being as big of a pervert as you are."

Five seconds later, Wayne comes stomping out of Britney's room in a huff of anger, and James mocks his father as he walks past. "Aw, someone got shot down; looks like you should have taken my offer."

Wayne just groans, "Shut up." before he turns into his room. James laughs inside his head, 'Well, where one man failed, another will succeed' Before walking straight into Britney's bedroom.

Britney is sitting at the computer, still dressed in the clothes that she wore to school. The moment she notices James's presence inside her room, she barks, "What the fuck do you want now?"

James: "Oh, not too much, just for you to stop taking your birth control."

Britney's lips curl up in disgust. "Oh, I see how it is; our perverted dad couldn't buy his way back into my pants, so he sends you in to **** me to let him."

James walks behind her and runs his hand along her long neck. "Of course not; that worthless old man couldn't afford to buy me." He leans into her neck. "I was thinking of it from more of a personal endeavor, if you get my drift." He watches as goosebumps run up her perfectly flawless skin before he leaves the room.

The moment his Mother gets home, James hears Britney run to her, crying, "Mom, James wants me to do something really gross. Is there anything I can do to make him not **** me to do it?"

Kimberly stares down at James as she gently consoles her daughter. "I am sorry, but no, this is just our fate now." James can't help but notice the fact that both of his parents are staring him down in anger.

Britney tried four times that night to dispose of her birth control. But she found herself in an uncontrollably sopping fit each time she was close. After the fourth time failing to dispose of the birth control that night, Kimberly 'kindly' did it for her.

James knew Britney was going to spend most of the night crying, so for the sake of his own good night's sleep, he let her spend the night in her own bed. It just met more room on the bed for James to spend fucking Kimberly on.

James made sure to wake Britney up in the morning. And by waking up, he literally ripped the covers off her sleeping body before shouting, "You had your one night; now get over it. Tonight you sleep with us, and we start fucking."

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Britney's heart dropped to the floor when she saw Richy holding his girlfriend's hand on the bus and saying, "Hay, would you like to go to the beach with my family and me this weekend? We are flying out to an island Friday night, and we'll be back Sunday night."

The girl giggled as she said: "I would love to, but I just don't have anything to wear." Britney knew that this was a straight lie. The girl had more clothes than most of the other girls in school, but Richy must have bought them, or at least not cared because he said, "Ah, don't worry about it; I'll take you shopping tonight for clothes for the weekend if you want!" The girl quickly jumped into Richy arms and kissed him while whispering, "Of course, I'll come them." Bitney couldn't help but notice the difference between the way she was being treated and the way the girl was being treated as Richy's hand reached around and supported his girlfriend gently on her ass as the girl sat facing him on his lap.

Britney thought to herself, 'Why does she get to be treated so nicely and get to go to the nicest places in town to shop while I'm being treated like a piece of meat for my brother's pleasure? Why does she get to go bath in the sun this weekend while I am likely going to be **** to be bathed in perverted James's cum.' Britney couldn't think of a single thing that she wouldn't give up right now to change places with that girl, even just for tonight.

She couldn't help but break into tears and run into the bathroom when she saw Khadija sitting in a harness with Mr. Ferguson's cock up her ass as he greeted everyone. Try as she might, Britney just couldn't stop herself from crying in the bathroom; she cried so long that she missed all of HomeRoom, prompting Ms. Middleton (the female gym teacher) to walk into the girl restaurant to find her "Britney are you in here, Mr. Clemon sent me to find you. He is worried about you."

Mr. Clemon is the school's principal, and Britney has always liked him because he is a kind, caring person, so, of course, he would notice when one of his students was missing. However, Britney never liked Ms. Middleton; none of the girls did, not because she wasn't kind or a good person. No, she was as kind, if not more kind, than Mr. Clemon. No, it was because she was a ****; to be exact, she was Mr. Clemon's ****, and even though she was a **** of a person everyone liked, the girls still didn't want to be associated with her, as if everyone thought 'being a **** is something you could catch from someone who is already a ****.'

However, for the first time ever, although she didn't want to admit it, Britney didn't find Ms. Middleton's presence revolting, as if she had a secret bond with her. A secret bond that she didn't want to have or recognize, but a secret bond that was **** on her. And knowing that someone was here with her, going through the same thing she was, someone that she could talk to about it, even though she would rather die than ever talk about it, was enough to cheer her up enough for her tears to stop.

From behind a stall, Britney calls out to her gym teacher, "I'm OK. I just wasn't feeling good for a second, but I think I am better now. Tell Mr. Clemon I'll be out in a second. "

Ms. Middleton calmly answers back, "OK, take your time, and make sure you are really feeling better before you come out. There is no rush; we were just worried about you and couldn't find you." Before exiting the bathroom to give Britney space. Space, which Britney used to privately wash her face clean of all the traces of her crying before leaving the bathroom herself.

In her last-period class, Britney got a text from her Mother.

Don't ride the bus home tonight; I'll pick you up from school.

Her Mother hadn't picked her up from school in years, so she was about to ask why, but her mind stopped her because she figured it must have something to do with James, and it was better she didn't know for now.

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Britney just couldn't keep her mouth shut when she saw the boy fucking the girl raw on the bus for the second day in a row: "You know if you keep doing it like that, she could end up pregnant. You might be her master, but you still would have to pay for the kid."

The boy reaches around and grabs her naked tits with both hands. "This bitch knows better than to not take her pills. And by some chance, if they don't work, I'll just turn her over to the cops for refusing to follow orders." The boy looks straight at Britney and winks at her as he cums inside the girl. "I did order her not to get pregnant after all." That was more than she could take. She laid the boy out with one punch across the nose.

The boy reached up and held his bleeding nose. Now, any intelligent person would just keep their mouth shut here, considering you just got laid out by one pounce, but this particular boy has never been known to be smart. "See, boys, this is why you have to start training them as soon as it is legal, too. Girls crave a heavy hand to put them in their place, and they will rebel more and more every day until they find it, just like she does." Britney pulls the girl off the boy's lap before beating him to a bloody mess.

Thirty minutes later, she was in the principal's office, and the boy was in the hospital.

Mr. Clemons (Principal): "Now, what are we going to do with you, Britney? You are our star student. Before yesterday, you didn't have a blemish on your record, and in the course of two days, you swore at a teacher and then sent a fellow student to the hospital. You realize that if his father wasn't so ashamed that his son got beaten badly by a girl, you would be going to jail right now. Now, what do you have to say for yourself."

Britney grumbles. "You didn't hear what he said. He provoked me."

Mr. Clemons said, "I am fully aware of what his family's opinions on females are. I, personally, may disagree with them, but their opinions are legal, and you are not proving them wrong by resorting to ****."

Britney cries, "How can you disagree with them and still have females as slaves? The whole school knows you have the girl's gym teacher as a ****, and the only reason she actually got a job in the school is so that you can 'do her' at work."

Mr. Clemons adjusts his tie in the way men do when they are caught and embarrassed: "Wow ah... Some people really enjoy the freedom of never having to make decisions and really like giving themselves to a man in a way that is more significant than getting married. But this is not about me; this is about you." He takes a breath." You leave me ****. I am going to extend your in-school suspension for two weeks. Until your in-school suspension is completed, you are banned from the bus. I will let your parents know that they have to pick you up from school today. Also, during your scheduled lunch and study hall periods, you are to report to the counselor's office so he can teach you how to deal with opinions you disagree with without resorting to ****. Now, if you would please, I have another meeting to get to." he motions toward the door.

Britney smirked and answered, "Yeah, the whole school knows what meeting you got. First Period is about to start, and Ms. Middleton (the girl's gym teacher) doesn't have a class first period."

Mr. Clemons grumbles, "You're not helping your case. I suggest you get going before I extend your in-school suspension even longer."

The in-school suspension wasn't actually that bad for her. For starters, she didn't have to see any male teacher (including Mr. Ferguson) or any male student (including the one that enslaved Mrs. Banks) fucking their female slaves. She also didn't have to hear the boy who she beat up friends lie about how she went crazy, jumped over the seat, and beat him with a bat. A bat that no one knows where it came from or went. Of course, they had to lie about a weapon and him being attacked from behind; they couldn't admit that their group leader got beat up face to face, fist to fist, by a girl.

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Her mother picked her up from school forty minutes after the last bus had left. However, instead of turning right out of the school parking lot (the direction of her home), she turned left. "Mom, where are we going?"

Kimberly: "Your brother went through all of your clothes and said you don't have enough underwear that he likes, and you don't have any lingerie. So he told me to take you to pick up some."

Britney's skin crawls as she pictures her brother going through her underwear drawer, his perverted fingers touching all her panties and thongs where they touch her most private of areas. "HE WENT THROUGH MY PRIVATE THINGS?!?"

Kimberly reaches out and grabs her daughter's hand. "You have no private things, at least not from him. The sooner you accept that, the better. If it makes you feel any better, he also went through my dresser and threw out most of my clothes. I am down to three pieces of underwear and one bra. he told me to pick up a few things for myself while we shop for you."

Britney turned her face towards the window as she couldn't get the image of her brother playing with the fabric that is designed to protect her privates: "Mom. DO WE Really have to go shopping for stuff that he will like?"

Kimberly: "Yes." she squeezes her daughter's hand harder. "Honey, you used to love going clothes shopping with me; just try to think of it like that."

It took her a while, but Kimberly managed to convince Britney to not think of it as they were shopping to impress James, but they were shopping to impress the most popular boy in school{if Perl's Master =0}, A boy like Richy{endif}. After that, they actually had a blast shopping together. Multiple times, Britney turned to her Mother and asked, "What do you think {if Perl's Master =0}Richy{else}Leon (the most popular boy in her school) would do if he saw me in this.{endif}" As she holds up some skimpy clothes.

{if Perl's Master =0}As they fourth store with Kimberly holding one bag and Britney holding three, Kimberly spoke up and said, "Isn't that Richy?"

Britney looked across the street to see Richy walking out of a designer store holding two bags with his girlfriend hanging all over him, and she quickly filled with embarrassment. Not only because of the fact that the most expensive thing in the store she just walked out of was cheaper than the cheapest thing from the store that Richy walked out of but also because Richy just walked out of a high-to-do upscale Designer dress shop while she just walked out of a shop whose clientele was mostly strippers and prostitutes. Ashamed, she quickly hid behind her mother while whispering, "Mom, can we go home?"

Kimberly looked down at her bag before saying, "Well, I was going to try one more shop, but I think we've got enough for now." Which oddly reminded Britney of the real reason they went shopping, which depressed her even more.

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By the time they were finished, Kimberly was able to consolidate all her purchases down to one bag while Britney struggled to squeeze down to no less than three bags.

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Kimberly looks at her daughter as she drives home. "See, honey, going shopping is still fun."

Britney's face turns from a smile to a frown. "Too bad it was all for lies."

Kimberly tries to reach out and grab her daughter's hand, but Britney pulls it away: "Britney, there is only so much I can do to make this easier on you. But you need to understand it is hard on me, too. He might be your brother, but he is also my son. HE CAME FROM ME! But we have one choice: we can rage, we can fight against it, but then we will be miserable. Or we can just try to make the best out of it."'