Chapter 16: Seeing Red

Kira shifted uncomfortably, causing the wooden chair to creek. The classroom was too warm, the teacher spoke in a drone and all she could think about was the night before. Mr. Tucker had violently taken her anal virginity as her atonement for disobedience, and her memories became fuzzy about halfway through until the morning. She had vague memories of being taken up into his arms like she weighed nothing and had walked to his big shower.

She had luxuriated in the feel of his hands holding her up, and cleaning every inch of her body. Her legs had refused to fully cooperate, and he had toweled her off, being so tender and gentle it made up for everything. His fingers applied cool cream that dulled the throbbing pain to a gentle quiet tingle to her sore ass, and then he had given her that amazing massage that had left her drooling on his pillows.

She woke up swaddled in blanks and his arms. His breath was heavy and warm on the back of her neck and she hadn’t wanted to move, so cozy was her situation. The morning was languid and relaxed with coffee and bathrobes with nothing underneath. Miku’s presence had been awkward but she said nothing, sitting in her school clothes at the breakfast table waiting for them to finish and dress.

Kira was becoming more and more aware that her ass was still healing into the school morning as the soreness and itching made it impossible to sit still. No matter how she shifted she just couldn’t get in a position that offered any release.

The lanky redhead who shared a desk near her smirked and leaned over to whisper quietly. “Got railed pretty good last night, huh?”

Kira felt the heat rising to her face and gaped, taken aback by the American’s bluntness. “I do not know. I uh, what are you? The girl grinned, “Don’t worry about it, I’m a feminist. Own your sexuality, don’t let people put you in a box!” Kira stammered again, “Why? ... What box am I in?”

The girl studied her, still smiling. “I’m talking about being sex positive. Looks like your man really went to town last night. Pussy still sore?”

“No, my pussy” Kira whispered “Is fine.”

“Oh damn, he gave you the back door treatment!?” A brunette across the isle looked over at the pair sharply.

“Slut” the brunette hissed.

“Prude” the redhead whispered back, lowering her voice again to address Kira, who had gone deathly still.

After a moment of silence, Kira asked, “How ... How did you know?”

The redhead snorted as she tried to suppress a laugh, unsuccessfully. The sound broke the warm oppressive droning of their teachers lecture. All eyes of the class turned to stare at the laughing redhead. The tired looking man turned from the board where he had been writing and studied his podium.

“Miss ... eh ... Julie Plantgost. Please try to pay attention and stop distracting your desk mate. She may have the grades to ignore this lecture but you.” he intoned with a very pointed glare “have a very large learning opportunity.”

“That means she’s failing” the snippy brunette said.

“Miss Wexler, I would remind you that those in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones. You actually need to see me after school today to discuss your own opportunities to improve your grade.” With one final sweeping gaze to make sure no one else wanted to comment, he turned and resumed his monotone lecture

The brunette’s pale skin glowed red in shame and fury and she stared murder at Julie and Kira.

Julie waited for a few moments then leaned over and whispered as quietly as she could. “So you really did have ... anal sex?”

Kira stared straight ahead but slowly nodded her head.

The redhead’s eyes went wide. The chair gave a quiet protest as she moved it several centimeters closer to Kira. “What was it like? I’ve had a thumb in mine a couple of times. My ex really wanted to put it in, but I didn’t ever let him.”

Kira wanted to sink into the floor and disappear. “Please, I can not talk about it.”

Julie whined quietly, “Oh come on please! I’ve never talked to anyone who’s done anal.”

Kira shook her head, “I can not! We are at school, we can not.”

Julie cut in excitedly, “Then after school! My stepmom doesn’t give a shit what I do and my dad is too busy to notice. I can just come to your house after school today!” Kira opened her mouth to say no, but then she paused. This was the first girl who wasn’t openly hostile to her, she may have the opportunity to make a friend at last. “I will ask my dad ... I will ask.”

The rest of the class was uneventful. Lunch snuck up and the cafeteria was humming with student conversation during their brief respite from classes. The smell from the grill mixed with the disinfectant to create a disturbing odor that permeated every school lunch room. During lunch Kira and Julie sat together, and Kira texted her mother to see if she could have a guest over for the night. Mr. Tucker was a little more difficult as she didn’t want him to think she was disobeying his instructions in any way.

“You still call your dad, daddy?” Kira nearly jumped out of her seat hearing the redheads voice in her ear. She pulled the phone to her chest out of reflex when she realized Julie was looking at the screen where the contact Daddy was prominently displayed. “I just call mine dad, I guess you two are closer than us.”

Kira’s fingers went numb and she mumbled something noncommittal in reply. Her phone chirped not 2 minutes later, Mr. Tucker apparently not overly busy that afternoon, “That’s fine darlin, you deserve a day with your friend. I’ll drop ya’ll off at home for a girls night. I rode you pretty hard last night.”

“It is okay for you to come home.” Kira told her, “but please the things you ask. We can not speak of this at school. We also can not speak of it where my mother can hear. She does not know...” She trailed off.

“It goes without saying!” Julie agreed. She smiled and looked at her hands, “To be honest, I’ll just be happy to have someone to talk to. I’m not exactly popular here. Kinda got a reputation and most of the girls avoid me.” As if to punctuate her words, a group of girls walked by giving Julie a disdainful look.

Kira eyed the girl who, as far as Americans went, seemed to be pretty normal. Even her aggressive forwardness seemed to be pretty common in American girls. She looked normal too. Much taller than Kira, long slender limbs and a freckly face that was framed with her shoulder length red hair. She wasn’t especially pretty, but probably wasn’t considered unattractive either. She was dressed modestly, and didn’t seem to be overly developed in the curves department.

“Eto ... Why do you have reputation?” Kira asked curiously.

Julie leaned back, taking a deep breath before blowing it out slowly, “Welllllll ... I kinda went through a goth phase in junior high. You know, everything was black; boots, hair and personality. I kinda also dived deep into that BDSM scene.” She looked over at Kira who raised her eyebrows in confusion. “Oh, BDSM. You know, the sex stuff with slaves and masters, collars and leashes and spankings?” Kira nodded. She had definitely seen these things on the websites Mr. Tucker gave her, and thinking of last night in real life too.

“Anyways, I met an older Dom online. Looking back he was totally a creep, but...” Julie looked around to make sure she wasn’t overheard. “I totally loved it. He made me do stuff to him all sorts of places, kept trying to stick it in my ass but I never let him.” She sighed, “I’m curious though because I ended up really loving some of the weird stuff.”

She coughed and leaned forward again. “Anyways, one day when he told me I was going to suck off a buddy of his while he fucked me from behind. I really didn’t have a say, since he was my master and I was his slave, even though the other guy was kinda gross. Well short story, we were caught by a couple of the kids at this school. We got the hell out of there, but there was a video and investigation and he told me we couldn’t be seen together because he could get jail time for fucking a minor.”

Julie frowned at her hands and continued in a more somber tone. “My dad lost his shit and told me if I didn’t get my shit together he’d send me off to disappear somewhere.” She mocked a male voice, “No whores in this household.” She paused, still not looking at Kira, “except for my stepmom. The things I’ve seen him do to her...”

Julie trailed off and Kira sat in uncomfortable silence. She shifted, sore bottom still not relenting. Julie finally picked up her story, “So that was it. He chopped off my black hair, threw out my black clothes and told me I had better stay in line. He really doesn’t care if I get around with boys, just as long as they’re my age and I don’t get pregnant.”

Julie wiped a misty eye with her sleeve and sniffed. Her tone had remained light throughout the story but it very obviously still pained her. She faced Kira with a small smile that looked so wrong in place of the normal mischievous grin. “So that’s the story of the Gang-bang Goth Girl.” she laughed a little and Kira felt immediate kinship to her. Julie went through the worst case scenario of what she would if she was caught with Mr. Tucker.

Kira leaned over and hugged the startled redhead. Julie stiffened for a moment and then leaned into the hug. Both girls had found a desperately needed friend in an unfriendly place and recognized that value.

The snippy brunette from their previous glass oversaw the two from across the cafeteria and muttered, “Great, now they’re lesbians.” Both Kira and Julie started laughing as they broke apart the hug, the torment and pestering seeming so much easier when they wouldn’t have to bear it separately. The rest of the day passed slowly, as Kira and Julie only had the one class together. Kira finally made it through the tedium of another school day and was anticipating seeing her new friend again, but still felt nervous as Julie waved and ran over to Kira. The two girls almost collapsed as the much taller girl tackled her in a wild hug. Girls continued by, the judgement obvious in their glances but the boys seemed more fascinated with the affection the two girls showed each other. This of course, only annoyed the judging girls passing by even more.

Miku slowly trudged up from her equally long day at school. While Kira’s ass was sore and used and been on the forefront of her thoughts through the day, Miku’s mind had been equally uncomfortable and focused on her own experience. While her sister lay in the room next to her, cum leaking out of her used asshole, Miku had used her mouth to clean the man’s dirty cock. He hadn’t forced her, she had just known she needed to do what the man said.

It had been disgusting, degrading, dehumanizing and the most electric feeling Miku had ever experienced. It was the difference between seeing a cake on TV and eating one in real life, the TV couldn’t compare. She had imagined him doing all the things she had seen on those vulgar websites to her as her tongue swept his big thing clean.

She wanted him to spit on her, call her a little whore and shove his big thing inside her. She didn’t care where he put it, as long as she was the total focus of his attention. She would do anything he wanted at all, literally anything just to get the same level of attention her sister got from him.

He had done none of that though. She had cleaned his cock off and he had called her a whore and that was it. He hadn’t said anything more, just walked back into the garage, picked up Kira and took her into his bedroom. He hadn’t even glanced at her when he walked by on the way to the bedroom. She was invisible again. She had sat in the hallway, in a stupor until the burning of her knees brought her back to reality.

Miku pulled herself from the reverie and watched as a red headed giant of a girl tackled her sister in a hug. The girl was so tall! She must have been twice Miku’s height, but not fat like most American girls. Still, Miku couldn’t help but wonder what they put in the food here that allowed people to grow to these heights.

Kira didn’t seem too surprised by the hug, but Miku was. She had never seen this girl before, and the school wasn’t too big. Even with the American 7th through 12th grades, there was probably less than 800 students total in the school. Her sister acted like they had been friends forever which just made Miku more jealous. It wasn’t enough to be pretty with big boobs, she had to make friends easily too.