LILLY WHITE 1 by Regis

Disclaimer: The following is fiction. The content of the story is not representative of the writer’s beliefs, opinions, or attitudes. This story is intended for adult entertainment only. The characters and events depicted in this work are fictional. The author does not condone or promote any unlawful activity such as is depicted in the story. By continuing to read this work you acknowledge that you are an adult who wishes to read works of fantasy and fiction for the purpose only of fantasy. All the characters in this story are adults. They may play different ages for the fictional character that they are depicting but they remain at all times adults.

Feature Writer: Regis

Feature Title: LILLY WHITE 1

Published: 08.02.2024

Story Codes: Racial Discrimination, Interracial, Scat, Young Ones

Lilly White 1

INTRODUCTION

Allison Wayward had done a lease-to-purchase agreement on the lavish home in the upscale neighborhood of Oak Lawn in Dallas two months earlier and had spent a great deal of time installing herself into the community. She had put her focus on getting accepted by the many young mothers, who had far too much time on their hands, as most of their husbands worked in the high-tech sector, with incomes in the high six figures.

Although the men were all still in their twenties, they liked younger women, and had married girls years younger than themselves. With their income, they could date whoever they pleased, and the teenage girls were always swept away by being attractive to wealthy young men, and they learned to never say no.

Allison worked at getting more of them more deeply involved in useless tasks that took up most of their time, and through that, ensured their young daughters were not well cared for. She then presented to them a woman new to the area, introduced as Ms. White, who they were told operated day programs for girls, leaving the young mothers free to do what educated uninvolved young women did to waste time.

She held a catered afternoon tea and wine party at her home, and the young ladies were very impressed at her professionalism. The caterers were under strict instructions to ensure every guest had at least three drinks before she got her program for the afternoon underway, and ninety minutes later got things rolling.

“Ladies,” she began, addressing the group who had all had at least four drinks and were feeling it, “I want to thank you all for interrupting your busy schedules, and trust you will all find it worthwhile,” she turned to the hallway from the bedrooms, and another young woman appeared, dressed entirely in white, including her spike heel shoes and a white purse over her shoulder, “I would like you all to welcome Ms. Lilly White!”

The alcohol was working, and they obediently burst into applause.

“Good afternoon,” Ms. White said amicably as she stepped in front of the group, “My name is Lilly White, but you can call me Ms. White. I am an educator of young girls, and teach them not only the entire kindergarten and elementary school curriculum, but also get them started with good manners, poise, and the type of behavior we all expect of young ladies.

“My business was in nearby Fort Worth, and I am starting a new facility here, where I believe active young mothers could use more free time for their hectic activities. I am pleased to accept new applications, should any of you be interested. I know how frustrating it can be to remain active while caring for youngsters.

“Here’s how It works. We pick up your daughters at 8:00 AM with our van, feed them breakfast, teach them schoolwork throughout the morning, including giving them supervised exercise at recess, give them a nutritious lunch at noon, provide ballet and gracious charm classes in the afternoon, with more supervised exercise activities during the afternoon break.

“We teach them manners and respectful behavior before giving them dinner and return them home in time for brushing their teeth and climbing into bed at 8:00 PM. This gives you time for your own set of activities, with freedom from worrying about your girls, as well as a special time with your husband alone before the children are returned in time to get into bed. Are there any questions?”

“How much?” asked one of the younger mothers, a girl of twenty-two and not yet used to her new affluence.

She had married a man five years older than herself and had not yet come to understand that if you have to ask, you probably can’t afford it.

“$2,500 per child per week, all in.”

There was a murmur of approval. Hearing about all that was included, they thought this was a very fair price.

“Do you take boys?” one asked.

Ms. White was prepared for this question.

“Yes, but no more than ten percent of the class. We have found that boys who attend with mostly girls will, after two or three years, turn out to be quite effeminate. If this is satisfactory to you, indeed, send us your boys, and we’ll take good care of them.”

The young ladies chuckled; they were certain she was fooling. They believed boys were either born queer or were not. Creating gay boys by putting them with so many girls made no sense to them. For example, they were sure male figure skaters were not gay, as they believed they wore no underwear to impress their female partners. That was what guys were like.

Their thin, tight groin-gripping costume made their rigid erections and full scrotums quite apparent in the spotlights, when you looked for them, which was the main reason the young ladies attended figure skating shows in the first place. They believed the male skaters were so passionate they always ejaculated in their tight pants while skating with a beautiful young girl. Gays would never do that. She had to be fooling.

Ms. White had brought along all of the necessary documentation, and all of the women signed away the youth of their daughters, as well as a few sons. They were very pleased with the new freedom this would bring them, and none of them guessed that after the second day, the morning pickup would be the last they would ever see of their two dozen little girls and three boys.

That same morning a limo arrived at three of the homes to pick up three young mothers selected by Ms. White as delectable, simply based on their youth, attractive looks, and outstanding full-breasted figures. They were delivered to the same spot as the children, having willingly gone along when they were told they had won an all-expenses all-day shopping trip to Dallas.

CHAPTER ONE

Derek Crane, who was in the logistics and transportation business, and was the founding owner of Lami Pi Productions, an extreme kiddie-fight operation, had his corporate jet ready when the bus load of youngsters arrived with Lilly White, one of his assistants, at the industrial area of the airport. This was the best place for departure, as there were only two customs officers in that section, and both were on Crane’s payroll.

Once the twenty-seven little girls and three boys were loaded, the doors were closed and the jet began to taxi. Ms. White sat in a plush lounge chair at the front with Crane, and they made plans as the jet made its way to the end of the runway they would use, after a brief pause for an incoming passenger jet, they took off.

After refueling in Miami, where Crane also had customs officers in his employ, they made a two-hour flight to a private island among several hundred in the Caribbean. Here Crane belonged to a syndicate of very wealthy people with similar interests – free-reign sexual abuse of naked females, primarily little girls. They now had obtained a fresh stock for their stimulating sport.

Crane and several of his associates met for cocktails in a spacious lounge where, as entertainment, they called on a specially trained nigger boy to be brought in to do his thing. The twelve-year-old black boy and a seven-year-old Nigerian girl came into the lounge, pushing a pair of round cocktail tables.

One table had a vertical inch-and-a-half thick shaft sticking up from the center, and it was imposing, at more than two feet long. The upper end of it was sharpened. The boy instructed the girl to get out of her clothes, all of them, and he stripped as well. The girl took longer, as she neatly folded hers as they came off, and put them on a chair.

The boy’s garments were piled on the floor, where they fell. She put her shoes together side by side beneath the chair that held her clothing. He was a typical black American boy, likely raised in the ghetto, with no sense of decorum. As was usual, the entire world revolved around him.

“Where you from?” the trainer asked.

“Houston,” he answered.

“No, I mean where did your great-grandpappy immigrate from?”

“Oh, he came here from Niger. It’s in the middle of the top half of Africa, I looked it up. He came to America to get a job working as a slave, and he did.”

“Niger,” she responded, “Then I guess it’s okay if we just call you nigger, right?” She had known the boy for more than a year, and had acted as his trainer, but wanted to denigrate him in front of her audience.

“Nigger’s not a nice thing to call anybody,” he said, knowing she would do as she pleased.

“It works for me, nigger boy,” she replied, “Now get on with it.”

The beautiful female child with rich ebony skin was instructed by the boy to climb up onto the table that had no post, and she did so, on her hands and knees as he told her to. He climbed up beside her, his little penis rising as he did, and grasping it, he stroked it with a fist until his erection became rigid.

He looked to the side, where the trainer watched him, and she nodded for him to proceed. She was a matronly white woman who went by the name of Hildegard. She was experienced in this work, as she had been a sex show and pornography video star, with extensive experience in planning and performing in the most graphic and obscene acts imaginable.

Had Derek Crane not hired her away from the filthy smut production company, she was on track and scheduled to become a snuff star. That was the nature of the business, and she was a knowing participant. Her life belonged to her employer, and the woman who ran the company Crane bought her from gave little value to the life of her sex workers.

Crane had recognized the need for a woman with her experience to act as a trainer for the young performers in his possession, and having first proven herself at his Lami Pi Productions resort, he had brought her here to be in charge of preparing children in the fine art of obscene, profane and disgusting behavior for the entertainment of his associates.

Hildegard was a fair-haired beauty of German extraction, and although at the age of thirty-five, her body had somewhat filled out, sexy for her age, she maintained a shapely figure, with substantial breasts. She possessed a highly active imagination and created new erotic and filthy acts for the children she trained to perform, to continually amuse her employers.

The nigger boy stood over the girl, and bending forward, used his hands to spread her slender buttocks, giving the men in his audience a view of her groin and its pink-on-black anus. It was a pretty little orifice, from which she regularly produced her digested food, her human excrement, commonly if crudely called shit.

“Finger,” Hildegard said, and he obediently thrust his index finger into the young black girl’s rectum as far as it would go.

By turning his wrist, he conspicuously moved the finger around inside her. He nodded toward his trainer, as a signal her colon contained a firm stool, and then he withdrew the finger, smeared with her fecal material. The men could see the naked seven-year-old nigger girl’s colon was full.

He shocked the girl when he thrust his shit-soiled finger into her mouth to clean her offal from it, then positioned himself behind her and mounted the child, pressing the head of his rigid little prick against her recently opened rectum. With a forceful forward thrust, his penis slid into the finger-prepared sphincter muscle, and his entire young boy’s erection was quickly buried inside her.

The aroused nigger boy began pumping his cock in her fundament, and everyone watching knew he was muck-fucking her occupied colon with his extra-long rigid penis. Both her shit and his invasive cock were swelling the child’s lower digestive tract, and painfully competing for space in her restricted colon. Her shrill screams voiced her extreme discomfort.

“Switch!” the trainer barked, and the nigger boy promptly withdrew his now richly soiled erection from her anus.

The opened rectum of the kneeling young negress promptly produced a large lump of her offal, which immediately followed his extracted penis, and without hesitation, he picked it up and put it into his mouth.

The twelve-year-old nigger boy was following a script prepared by his trainer. A year ago, before he was old enough to ejaculate, Hildegard had toilet-trained him, but with a different meaning of the phrase. She had trained him to willingly consume freshly produced human waste, in particular that of little girls, most of them not of Anglo-Saxon lineage, and she did it with a well-planned behavior modification technique.

For two days prior, she had fed special diets to several little girls, including a pretty Japanese eight-year-old girl she had been working with since the child was five. All of them were trained to shit on command. The nasty little nip girl was given a diet to make her offal highly alkaline. Hildegard had learned a lot about shit production when doing shit shows in her teen years, performing in a filthy sex circus.

In those days her specialty was to spend a couple of hours working a small cantaloupe smeared in KY jelly into her womb, a painful but rewarding process since her boss told her he didn’t care how she did it, but she would have to be ready to give birth to it during a late-night show, or he would have his bodyguards break her neck or back, whichever she chose. Neither option appealed to her.

Three of the girls she worked with were required to take a shit directly into each other’s mouths and cunts, an act their fans loved to watch. To give her a break, one of the others would do the cantaloupe trick while she switched places and would take part in the active shit act. They all learned a lot about human waste and how to make it less offensive to smell and taste, just to make their lives bearable.

The girls doing the shit act always ate a whole roll of Rolaids each day, which reduced the production of methane, the gas that was responsible for the obnoxious odor in shit, and made it disgusting to eat. They found that by manipulating their diet, they could make the repulsive offal a bit less nauseating to eat.

Hildegard had learned to make a show of it, by using the tip of her tongue to swipe across the pointed end of a stool emerging from another girl’s anus, not really in her mind tasting it, and then she would open her mouth wide, and bite off a piece about an inch long, and without letting it touch her tongue, quickly sallow it, which was always qualified by the discriminating scat fans as eating shit.

One girl was evasive. She regularly got on her back, raising her hips and lifting her spread legs on tiptoe, presenting her finger-stretched open cunt as a ready receptacle for other girls to get their anus aligned, encouraging them to shit into her open vulva, to avoid having to take their shit into her mouth. It worked for a while.

Hildegard got her number, and instead of shitting into her cunt, she sat on the bitch’s face, with her cunt covering the nose, with her anus in line with the evasive girl’s mouth, and when she opened it to breathe, released a stool directly into her mouth, putting her weight onto the jaw, forcing the cunt to swallow it to get air.

One day the filthy bitch, still on the floor after taking Hildegard’s shit into her mouth, kicked out and struck the back of Hildegard’s knee, causing the leg to buckle so she fell. The bitch was still on her back, and Hildegard did what came naturally. As she was getting up she drove a knee into the bitch’s throat, which was freshly filled with her shit.

The face of the cunt lying on her back began to turn red, as the harsh hit of the knee had done some damage inside. Without missing a beat, Hildegard got to her feet, took off a spike-heeled shoe, and suddenly drove her bare heel repeatedly into the exposed throat, properly completing what her knee had started, crushing the cunt’s larynx.

The kicking was severely damaging. Hildegard put the missing shoe back on, then danced on the downed bitch’s belly, her spike heels stabbing her big breasts and belly meat, jerking them out to stab them in again. The crowd screamed approval, seeing that now the scat show included a merciless cunt killing.

During a show for the owners, Hildegard had put her knowledge to work when she gave the nigger boy his first lesson in what she referred to as toilet training. She had a well-trained ten-year-old black cock sucker take the nigger boy’s penis in her mouth while she fed the young nigger a salad of chopped red devil’s tongue and Thai green peppers, both varieties extremely hot.

The peppers took several seconds for the heat of their sharp acid to hit the boy’s palate. As that happened, he had the naked nip kid with the alkaline poop squat on a table and take a shit onto a plate. The nigger boy screamed as his mouth exploded with pain, and Hildegard told him the nip girl’s shit would make it seem less hot and soothe the pain. She was using positive reinforcement to have him accept putting fresh girlie shit in his mouth.

He was getting pleasure from the oral work on his penis and relief in his mouth as he chewed her stool, and the alkaline offal from the girl somewhat mitigated the acid of the peppers, making it more tolerable, bringing some relief. This brief lesson taught him eating a young girl’s fresh shit was not as disgusting as one might otherwise think.

With that single simple event, she had made the nigger boy in her charge a willing shit eater. He had learned that the anal excrement of little girls was not entirely unpleasant to eat, as on that first occasion It had eased the pain in his mouth, but he had only experienced eating the shit of negresses, nips, Asians, Hispanic border bunnies and what Hildegard called Mexicunt greasers.

He was curious to see if the shit of white girls was as interesting as the feces he ate from the rest of them, but although he’d been able to fuck several young white girls, he had never had the chance to sample the taste of their shit. Under the tutelage of Hildegard, he was certain that would soon. He was ready to try it, emerging fresh from their warm white rectums.

The kneeling seven-year-old virgin nigger girl squealed in disgust with herself for having taken a shit in public, even though it was invoked by being ass-raped. Without pause, the nigger boy thrust the offal-smeared head of his stiff dick into the vestibule of her puffed-out cuntlet. With a series of sharp pounding thrusts, he rammed the glans of his filthy cock against her tight hymen, and her piercing scream told everyone of his success in breaking through.

He had popped her cherry, and with that single act, the young cunt was now a woman. For the enjoyment of the men watching, he rapidly fucked the kneeling child, ramming his shit-smeared cock into her cuntlet in a speedy gratification of his carnal lust. Within two minutes he reached orgasm, and began to ejaculate through her cervix into her uterus, seeding the child’s immature ovaries with both his semen and her excrement.

When at last the nigger boy had disgorged his entire load of cum, he pulled his cock out of her. Two of Crane’s associates wanted to participate in the child rape and came forward, removed their pants and undershorts, and climbed up onto the table. Their erections were firm, but they increased their rigidity by pumping them with their fists, and then one thrust hist into the young black girl’s mouth.

He rammed his long prick forcefully into the child’s throat. She gagged, and he withdrew it, seeing he could quickly choke her to death. That was not part of the plan for her. The men stood, lifting the naked child between them, and the one who had caused her to cough thrust his penis into her well-prepared rectum, sinking it into her at its full depth.

He did this quickly, and the other thrust him into her cunt. They wanted to enjoy the squeezing action of her anus and vagina contracting with her coughing. It worked. They felt the repeated tight embrace of the little black girl’s sphincter and fuck shaft on the base of their erections and began to pump their cocks powerfully into her, until they rapidly reached orgasm, and ejaculated a flood of semen into her twin portals.

Each man had found there was nothing more satisfying than jacking himself off in the tight asshole of a little girl. The nigger boy had prepared the way, and now they were enjoying the tightness of the delightful child-asshole and cuntlet. Their daughters had outgrown their usefulness to the insatiable lusting of their cock as they grew up, and now with their friends, they had procured an endless supply of children to molest.

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The adult men ejaculated great gobs of semen deep into the young black child’s colon and cuntlet, and when they were finished pulled their penis free of the tight grip of her twin fuck-holes. Then they both moved once more in front of her. The first thrust his filthy penis again into her screaming mouth, and gave her the treat of sucking her shit off his erection, which was still dribbling his cum.

He grabbed her ears, jerking her head forward and holding her face on his erect penis. With two brisk thrusts, he spurted the last of his cum down her throat and pulled out of her. Immediately the other man also gave her a rapid face-fuck, and when he pulled out they returned to their seats, satiated.

“Good job, Jim and Ralph,” Crane said, “with two full loads of semen, her little ovaries and colon will be swollen and ready to burst from the pressure. Pretty little black girl’s gonads need to be flooded with seed from time to time with a great power fuck. That’s the kind of treatment that makes the little cunts sweat.”

Two of the facility’s handlers appeared. They climbed onto the table and lifted the little black girl between them. They moved her over the stake standing up from the other table and carefully lowered her so that the stake’s sharp point entered her anus and slid up into her cum-filled colon. It was immediately apparent they were preparing the child for self-impalement,

They lowered her so that she stood high on her tiptoes on the table, an enforced position due to the stake that stood up between her legs, its sharpened tip embedded deep in her colon. Only by remaining up on her tiptoes could she delay its further entry. The child’s bald, swollen cuntlet was open and flared from fucking, so that its pink inner meat was on full display.

The men received fresh drinks from the naked ten-year-old waitresses, white girls in spike heels, as they watched with approval the nude young nigress with the stake buried very deep inside her. The twelve-year-old nigger boy stood beside the table, his flaccid penis flopping as he used a whip to tire the girl.

He knew from many such similar operations that her destiny was, when she was no longer able to stand, to drop off her toes, and when he got a great shot to her cunt with the tip of his whip, so painful her knees would buckle so she would abruptly sit down on the table, with the shaft running up her through.

His job was to tire her with the whip, lashing her nakedness everywhere to sap her strength as she flinched from the brutal thrashing he would give her. He had done this same act, assisting with the killing of maybe as many as fifteen little girls for these same men. He had lost count, but they had all died beautifully violent deaths.

Ms. White was busy in an outbuilding used for human stock, attending with two assistants to the little girls, boys, and three mothers, getting them used to being naked in public, as the men enjoyed their drinks and the extreme dilemma of the naked little nigress under the harsh ministrations of the nude young nigger with his whip.

The nigger boy knew his business well. He worked the whip up and down the black girl’s bare back and buttocks, whipped her face, chest, tummy and in particular she puffed bare cuntlet, snapping the end of his brutal whip as it made contact with tender pussy-meat, to make the most of each lash.

Bit by bit the seven-year-old nude girl’s screams diminished, showing she was weakening. This excited the lad, and his erection grew to full firmness again. He grasped in his free fist and pumped on it vigorously as he lashed at the bleeding meat of the young girl standing on tiptoes over the rectal-invading shaft.

Just as Ms. White entered the lounge, the nigress child’s knees buckled and she sank to the floor, sliding down the impaling pole, her buttocks and cuntlet kissing the floor with the tip of the shaft running up inside her, emerging from her little torso beside her neck. Her head slumped to the side, announcing the nigger boy’s work as complete.

During the time of the extensive whipping, his balls had regenerated their stock after filling her cuntlet with cum, and fresh jets of semen began to spurt from his rapidly masturbated rigid erection. The men and Hildegard were impressed by the black child’s performance. The shit-eating nigger kid was proving himself to be a developing stud.

At the tender age of twelve, young nigger had just completed what was probably his fifteenth kill, and with it his intense sexual excitement was apparent. A pool of blood began to spread under the carcass of the impaled girl, leaking from her ruined groin and running down from her pierced shoulder.

The boy’s free fist continued to pump furiously on his erection, coaxing more cum to spurt. At last, his second extensive production of semen within an hour was complete, with a substantial pool of his cum spilled on the tabletop and dripping onto the floor. After a full minute of impressive ejaculation, his penis sagged, his energy spent, and now only small dangling drops of boy-cum dripped to the floor.

His trainer had done her job well, ensuring his growing young testicles were capable of extensive production of semen, thanks to a strict regime of four times daily masturbation, in addition to at least three child-fucks each day. Seven full orgasms daily did the trick, increasing his capacity to produce semen.

As a last parting shot, he slashed his whip viciously across the face of the dead girl. His long but limp penis flopped wildly with the motion but showed no sign of sexual stimulation. Ms. White crossed to where he stood.

“I missed some of the action,” the woman in white said, “So I need you to pump your cock up to full erection, getting it stiff again so that I can watch you cum again, nigger. I love to watch naked nigger boys jack off and spurt their semen. Do it now. NOW!”

The boy was startled. Such an unreasonable demand had never been made of him before. He grasped his flaccid penis in his free fist and attempted to jerk it back to life. It was far too soon, and he failed to get any action. He reached between his legs and thrust a finger into his anus as if that would stimulate him. It did not.

Ms. White reached into her purse and brought out a DiamondBack DB9 miniature 9mm pistol. It was clear she was serious.

“I don’t think you understand me,” she said, “I need you to get that little nigger cock of yours erect, pulsing, and spurting boy-cum again, and I need to see it now, not later. Is that clear?”

The young nigger boy nodded and continued to jerk on his limp penis, without luck. In this failed attempt to rejuvenate his erection, he was pulling his penis upward as hard as he could. She aimed the gun between his legs and without hesitation pulled the trigger, putting a bullet through his scrotum, neutralizing his testicles.

“You fucking little lump of black shit,” she said over his scream, and pointed the gun at his face, at point-blank range. His eyes went wide, and with a sharp bark, the pistol put a 9 mm bullet through his right eye. The slug rattled around inside his skull, thoroughly mashing his brain, but not exiting his head.

As he sank toward the floor, his knees buckling, she put a third bullet into the naked young nigger, this one through his heart, certifying her kill. In that single perfunctory execution, the vivacious Ms. Lilly White proved herself to be a cruel, merciless killer. Like the trainer Hildegard, she was the kind of woman this group required for the success of their special facility’s operation.

THE END OF CHAPTER ONE