Goth Girl Humiliation

"Hurry up! You're going to be late!"

Kittie Carson rolled her eyes at the sound of her stepmom's voice calling out from the other side of her bedroom door. "Oh my fucking God, I know! I'm getting ready, Karen!" The anger and resentment she felt for the older woman were apparent in her voice.

The 18-year-old goth teen was in the process of applying her thick makeup, adding black lipstick, dark eyeliner, and eye shadow to the pale foundation she'd used to replace her skin tone. When she finally finishes a few minutes later, she sees her usual lovely face in the mirror. It was hard being the most alluring, sensual, mysterious girl at John Adams High School, but Kittie fit the bill perfectly. Adjusting her gray tartan skirt and black top, the pretty goth girl steps out of her bedroom and heads to the kitchen for breakfast.

When she arrives, she's greeted by her two least favorite people in the world. First is Chad, her stepbrother and star running back for their high school's football team. At 6'2 and 245 lbs, he was a big, cocky, athletic guy who loved to bully everyone else. And of course he had universities lined up to offer him fully-paid scholarships just because he could hold a ball and run at the same time. It was infuriating to see someone so uncivilized... and completely fucking stupid... have everything handed to him.

"Morning, bitch," the jock said with a chuckle.

"Fuck you, dipshit," Kittie replied, not wasting her good insults on a guy with a single-digit IQ.

The other was, of course, her vile, bitchy trophy wife stepmother, Karen. Karen was a 35 year old blonde who had made some poor choices in her life, including having Chad in high school. But she'd been smart enough to hook an older man with money, Kittie's dad, and had married him as a trophy wife. He'd passed away a year ago, and now Karen was living off of her dead husband's money, which made Kittie furious. The fact she was already banging other guys just poured more salt in the wound.

If it were up to Kittie, she'd move out now. Unfortunately, her dad had left a condition in his will: she wasn't entitled to her inheritance until she graduated high school. He'd done it to ensure his only child finished high school, but he had also made her a prisoner in Karen's house for the next few months.

"Let's go! Eat your breakfast so you can get going." Kittie snapped out of her trance as Karen checked her phone impatiently, trying to ignore this bitchy teenager who had never liked her. She was currently dressed in a sexy little tennis outfit that hugged her curvy body beautifully, showing off tanned, toned legs and big firm tits that Kittie's dad had paid good money for; the more slender Kittie couldn't help being a little jealous of her hot stepmom.

She grabs some scrambled eggs and toast and digs in, eating quickly despite how much she would like to spend time irritating her wicked stepmother.

"Shut up, Karen, I'm eating as fast as I can. And it's not even a big deal, I'm only going to..."