Please be warned that this story is quite dark and mean-spirited. While no pain or torture will be depicted, the series contains sadistic characters that have no respect for the protagonist. This continuing story will not end well for the main character. I do not condone the actions shown in this story, fetishes aside. If these don't bother you, then I hope you enjoy the story and feel free to comment.
All the characters in the series are over 18 years old.
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Amy Chandra was a high school senior girl who wanted a memorable 18th birthday. She was 5'3'' with a chocolate dark skin complexion. While her breasts were small, they were firm and perky. She had long black wavy hair, like her mother's. Her eyes were not dark brown, but green, the same colour as her father's. Before her birthday, she never wore makeup, as she was forbidden to wear it from her mother. She wore mostly long dress with straps, and a formal shirt, plus shoes and socks. She never had sex, or even showed her naked body to anyone. All of this changed when she turns 18, for better and for worse. She has been ordered by me to write in detail of how she became like this. When she finishes she will receive a reward for her good behaviour. Enjoy!
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Birthday Girl
It was my 18th Birthday. Mom gave me a silver necklace as a gift. She was not able to afford much in with her salary from Walmart, but it was a special moment for me, as I am now an adult, and I can do whatever I want. I can't drink alcohol, and I guess drugs are illegal, but that still leaves me with other stuff. Mom drove me to my high school, which daddy paid for, and dropped me off, and wished me again.
It was 8am, 1 hour before school started. I take a deep breath. Today was the day I will follow my dad's advice. I will say yes to whatever I am asked. It may seem like an odd thing to do, but let me explain.
Mother always taught me that self respect is most important aspect a woman should have. Not everyone would like me, but they would at least respect me. If someone asks a favour from me, unless I get anything from it, I must always say no.
This completely backfired. Forget being respected, I was the most hated person in my school. Teachers loved me because I was the most studious, but the students thought I was stuck up to the core. Some boys made lewd comments at me. Mom taught me I didn't have to take it, so I talked back at them. One of them grabbed my ass, so I called the principal on him, and got him expelled. It did not stop the comments however.
The girls seemed to hate me more, though. I caught a few girls having sex with other boys in the bathroom with, so I told on them to teachers. I didn't understand why they hated me for this. I was protecting their virtue, the most sacred thing a girl could have, as my mother have told me. I sent multiple letters to the class president to finally change the sports and cheerleaders uniforms as they exposed too much skin. The council laughed at it. I then complained to the principal about how the council picked on me, so they forced were to comply with my demand.
No one sat with me during lunch time, they would avoid me as much as possible, and they even vandalize my locker.
My mother told that is to be expected, but that one day I will be rewarded for not giving in. I started to doubt that as I got older. I don't know why my parents divorced, but they never got along even after 10 years. Dad blamed my mom for some reason, calling her a cheating cunt, but I remember he was the one who had a girlfriend every weekend I spend with him. Mom remained pure even after the divorce. However even after 10 years, she still worked as a cashier. Her other coworkers, either left for better jobs, or became a supervisor, like Bill. Though she does complain about how he's hardly there at work, to the point she got him fired. I don't think he ever forgave for that.
Daddy, however was rich. He was some lawyer, with lots of high profile clients. Every weekend I stay in his place, but he was hardly there. Instead I ended up staying with the girlfriend of the week. It was obvious they were just whores, but they also seemed to be well liked by daddy. He always insulted mom, but he talked very nicely with the girls. He would also buy them gifts, and they would always be happy.
I talked to them often, and they say that they get what they want, by being very nice to people. They never said no to what they were told to do. I asked what they do for my dad. They replied it's not for my ears to hear. Even my dad will do some stuff, which I think was illegal. I would sometimes see him destroy certain documents, to help his clients. However they all love him, and he received many awards for best Lawyer of the year.
When I went to his house last Friday, I decided to ask him what his secret was.
"Say yes to whatever people want," was his answer. "You're mom is a lying bitch. Whatever people want from you, just give it, no question asked."
"But if they want something that I don't feel comfortable with?"
"Did I fucking stutter?" he growled. He never really liked me either and I didn't know why. He always saw me as a burden. Honestly I liked his friends more. Especially Mr. East, my dad's business partner. He always smiled when I was around.
"Ok, umm, tell me what to do as a trial then dad," I asked.
He grinned as he rummaged through his bag and took out some medical container.
"Spit in this cup," he demanded.
While I spat with no hesitation, I thought it was weird. He smiled as he sealed it, and stuffed in his bag.
"What are you going to do with it daddy?" I curiously asked.
"You'll see next week," he smiled. "Since you did what I told you, would you like to go shopping?"
Overjoyed I said yes. It seems like already my life was a little better. This was the first time daddy volunteered to spend time with me.
Come back to today, as I walked inside the school hallways. The first challenge is, get someone to talk to me.
This took longer than I thought. The girls start walking away from me the moment I approached them. Some would even hiss at me. I would say hello to the boys, but most will tell me to go fuck myself.
My final period came, and it was a spare. I was in the library when I saw the Captain of the football team, Andy, sitting across from me. He was the hottest person in our school. I would always dream of marrying him, after he got a six figure job. I always stalked his beach photos on Facebook. No one else was in the library. I took a deep breath and walked towards him.
"H-hi," I stammer.
"Fuck off," he hissed. He also hated me, but I planned to change that.
"If I ever did something wrong, I am sorry," I sped. "I was just given very bad advice from my mother, and I just want to make it up."
"Well," he paused. "Talking like that, I can tell you don't talk to many people, but I'm trying to talk to someone."
"Who is it?" I quickly ask.
"None of your business," he coldly replied, as he started packing his bags to leave.
"Please, I-I just want to try to talk to a few more people," I pleaded, trying to find a way to get him to stay. "My dad and some others told me if I wanted to make friends, I just have learn to yes to anything they ask, but I can't do that if no one gives a chance."
He then paused.
