Ir Relations Daddys Little Devil

Hello!

This is a short sequel to my previous story "Intro to Interracial Relations" and stars the same cast of characters. Reading the two parts of that story may be necessary to get everything you can out of this one.

I hope you enjoy!

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Juno Evans slowly crept up the trellis on the side of her house, carefully dodging the creaky board about two-thirds of the way up.

It could be stressful sneaking around like this, but it was necessary. Her father was a hard man in many ways, and if she hadn't learned to sneak out and in again, Juno wouldn't have any time with her friends at all.

She slid open the window she had left cracked and slipped inside, breathing a sigh of relief. Another successful trip outside her father's cold, controlling grasp. She was getting pretty good at this...

Her bedside lamp snapped on, revealing the long, gloomy face of her father, sitting on the edge of her bed with cold rage simmering in his eyes.

Oh shoot.

"I should have known," said her father quietly.

"Father, it isn't that big of a deal," said Juno desperately. "Father" was what she always called him since before she could remember. He insisted on it in fact. He said that names like "Dad" were too "Informal". "I wasn't even doing anything bad. Just going to see a movie with my friends!"

Her father ignored her as usual, rising to his impressive height and turning away with his hands behind his back. "I've tried my best to raise you to be a good girl, Juno. The kind of girl I can be proud of." He looked over her shoulder at her, disgust written all over his face. "But you're determined to become just like your mother. A temptress. A naughty girl who thinks about nothing but sinful pleasures."

Robert Evans wasn't the kind of man to beat his only child. His "mercy" was a point of pride for him in fact. But he didn't hesitate to hurt his daughter in ways that stung even worse than a belt would.

"That's not fair," said Juno in a small voice. "I'm... I am a good girl." It came out a lot less confident than she would have liked. By this point in her life, Juno knew that her father was a cruel man. He probably wasn't even capable of the love and approval that she craved. But she still wanted it badly. She wanted to prove to him that she could meet his impossible standards and be the "good girl" he demanded. "Good girl"...The words had been drilled into her before she could even talk. A shining example that her father always held just outside her reach, condemning her as a "naughty girl" unworthy of praise.

Her father simply snorted. Moving toward the door. "Your mother had everyone else fooled as well. But she was the same as you. Sneaking out at night. Meeting with boys to do unspeakable things. And where did that land her? A baby in her belly before she was married and the ridicule of society. And that's what you'll get too, you naughty girl."

Juno's face crumpled. Her father was trying to wound her in revenge for her defiance, and he knew just how to cut her to the quick. She had never known her mother, only the nasty things her father said about her. The fact that one of the boys she snuck out to meet must have been her father himself never seemed to matter in his eyes.

Juno's mother had gotten pregnant as a teen, faced the scathing ridicule of upper-class society, and then died in childbirth, shamed and disgraced. Pregnancy out of wedlock had become a sort of obsession for her father, and he had passed it along to her. Her boyfriend had convinced Juno to start having sex with him a few months ago, but she still made him wear condoms even after going on the pill. That was how much pregnancy loomed in her mind as the ultimate proof of "naughtiness".

"The trellis will be removed tomorrow," said Roger in his infuriatingly calm voice. "I will have a camera installed in your room to prove that you are asleep when you claim to be. I won't have any daughter of mine following in her whore mother's footsteps and getting pregnant."

Juno opened her mouth to try to defend herself, but her father had no intention of listening. He slammed the door firmly shut behind him.

Juno collapsed on her bed, her mind a raging torrent of anger and defiance and sadness and guilt. Even though she knew her father's view of her was warped, she still wanted his approval more than anything. In a way, he was even right. She had snuck out to watch a movie with her friends, but she also had sex with her boyfriend afterward. Sex with Noah was fun, but also terrifying and guilt-inducing. Even if she was being strictly careful about birth control, she knew what her father would say about it, and his cold voice seemed to ring in her head afterward every time.

But he was wrong. Good girls could cut loose and chase their desires every once in a while. As long as they went back to being good afterward, it was fine. In fact, having fun was a useful safety valve. Being a little naughty in a controlled way helped her to be even more of a "good girl" afterward. There wasn't any harm in taking a break from being a "good girl" for a little while, as long as she didn't do anything with permanent consequences. At least, that's what Juno told herself.

And soon, the ultimate safety valve was coming up... Juno would be off to Mulbrooke University with her friends and boyfriend. For four years she would be out of her father's controlling grasp. She could explore herself a little... Be a naughty girl consequence-free, at least for a while.

She couldn't wait... couldn't wait to see who she was once she didn't need to prove she was a good girl to her father 24/7...

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Juno Evans sauntered into Roderick Caine's office with a sultry smile on her face andher hips swinging. "Hi, Daddy!" She chirped cheerfully, her eyes sparkling with mischievous affection.

Roderick set aside the file he had been working on and smiled, appraising the girl who was his finest work. Juno couldn't have looked more different than the aloof little prude he had met the first day of her freshman year. Instead of dark shoulder-length hair, she now had long, wavy, platinum-blonde locks. Instead of little to no makeup, she now wore shiny pink lipgloss and dramatic eyeliner. Instead of timid and reserved, she was now brash, forward, and bubbly.

But those weren't the only things that had changed about his most loyal Snowbunny. The most important changes were the ones the public didn't get to see... yet.

"Come here, babygirl," rumbled Roderick, beckoning the little slut closer with a thick finger. "Show your Daddy some love."

Juno immediately rushed to her massive black master's side, knelt at his feet with worshipful eyes, and took his massive black hand in hers. She brought it to her pouty pink lips and kissed it tenderly... then took a thick, dark finger between her lips and sensually swirled her tongue around it, her upturned eyes soft and submissive.

"I brought you a special guest today, Daddy," she murmured with a wicked grin. "Dr. Cherry and I finally finished explaining to her what a terrible bitch she's been. She's anxious to... apologize."

Victor's smile widened. He had been looking forward to this all semester... Juno had transitioned over her four years at university from a corruption target herself to a sort of right-hand woman for Roderick's schemes. She used the position of student body president, which Roderick had secured for her, to infiltrate student organizations and white social spaces, then proceed to corrupt them from the inside. She had become frighteningly good at it... as evidenced by this latest conquest. Felicia Clarke had been a tough nut to crack, if Dr. Cherry's reports were to be believed.

"By all means then, show her in..." said Roderick, leaning back in his chair with his massive cock already swelling in his pants. "But first... I'm sure I don't need to remind you about your uniform, babygirl."

"Of course not, Daddy!" gushed Juno, standing to unbutton her stylish blouse without complaint. "I just had to give you a little kiss first!"

She had entered the office wearing fashionable clothes with just a hint of the sluttiness hidden beneath... the neckline of her blouse was just a little low... the jeans just a little too tight around her bubble butt. It was necessary for the time being that the world at large didn't see what Juno really was: a depraved Snowbunny slut, addicted to black cock.

But in the privacy of her master's office, there were no such restrictions. Juno could freely show off what she had become. In fact, she was required to show her true colors every time she entered the office unless there was someone uninitiated present.

Beneath her clothes, Juno wore a simple uniform that proclaimed her allegiance: more elaborate shows of submission weren't as easy to cloak, so she could only wear them when she had time for a wardrobe change. She wore a tight black sports bra with the word "BLACKED" repeated over and over on the white elastic hem, a slutty little black thong with the words "Black Owned" printed on the tiny triangle of material, and a shiny black spade necklace, one of her oldest and most cherished symbols of submission to the African race.

The whole outfit presented the curves of her tight little white body and decorated it to glorify her masters.

Perfect.

Well, almost perfect. By any right, Juno should have some tattoos marking her lovely pale skin as well... but somehow she had always managed to subtly divert her black Daddy whenever the idea came up.

"Shall I fetch your guest, Daddy?" purred Juno, preening and sticking out her chest a little, luxuriating in her master's appreciative gaze.

Roderick reached out and squeezed her plump ass fondly, then gave it a sharp slap, making his little white girl plaything giggle and bite her lip.

"Bring her in," he agreed with a broad smile. "I want to hear what she has to say to the man she protested for so long."

Juno pranced lightly to the door, cracking it open and beckoning to someone outside.

Felicia walked into the room, her face a picture of embarrassment and reluctant arousal. She had changed since the beginning of the semester as well. Once, Felicia had worn her chestnut hair in strict, tight ponytails almost exclusively. Now it fell in soft, feminine curls around her face. Her clothing had always been equally severe, and often baggy. Now she wore a tight little floral cocktail dress, heels replacing her combat boots. She had really cleaned up nicely now that she was dressing for the male gaze. Her breasts were particularly appealing. No one had ever got to appreciate them the way Felicia used to dress. They were big, round, and creamy white, lifted and showcased by the slutty dress Juno had squeezed her into.

The sort of tits that made Roderick think about how many black babies they could feed...

Roderick had a particular fondness for breeding the Snowbunnies that came under his control. Claiming their minds and loyalty was fun, but something about the physical act of conquering their soft white bodies with his seed turned him on like nothing else. Roderick made up his mind right there and then: this annoying young woman would leave the room today with his baby in her belly.

He would teach her to beg for it.

"Well this is a pleasant surprise," drawled Roderick with a smirk, making no attempt to hide the thick bulge pressing hard against the fabric of his pants. Felicia's frightened, doe-like eyes flickered downward to his crotch. Her delicate alabaster throat visibly gulped. He spotted twin points of lust suddenly denting the tight bodice of her dress. Oh yes... little Felicia was definitely ripe and ready to pluck. "And to what do I owe the pleasure," continued Roderick, pulling Felicia's nervous gaze back to his, "of a visit from the chairwoman of the Mulbrooke Feminist Society?"

Felicia had been quite the thorn in his side since she was voted into a leadership position at the beginning of the year, spreading the word that Chancellor Caine was promoting unhealthy patriarchal relationships through his policy initiatives. This was perfectly true, if you saw Snowbunnies submitting to black masters in terms of gender relations instead of race relations. Roderick would never allow disrespect to a proud African queen of course... but white girls? Disrespect was what they were built for.

Her message had unfortunately started to resonate. So Roderick had simply had Juno join the organization and his hypnotist Morgan Cherry come on board as a faculty advisor to the Feminist Society. The hard work had already been done. Felicia had already lost. Today was just a pleasant little ceremony allowing Roderick to rub her nose in her defeat before explaining the new policies of the Feminist Society. After Felicia's pledge of loyalty and humiliating show of submission, the Society would be spreading a message much closer to Roderick's point of view.

"Come now pet," giggled Juno, pulling the nervous young woman forward toward her doom. "Just like we discussed, right? You need to apologize properly for what a silly little cunt you've been!"

Felicia looked mortified at the stinging word, but Roderick noted that her nipples pressed even harder against her dress. Morgan had programmed the militant feminist to get off on misogyny? Roderick chuckled. The twisted mesmerist always had a wicked sense of humor.

When the two ladies reached Roderick's chair, Juno pressed down on Felicia's shoulders, sending her to her knees in front of the smug, superior Chancellor.

Felicia's eyes were submissive and intimidated and utterly, deeply aroused as she knelt in defeat beneath her conqueror's feet. Roderick put his chin in his hand and waited with gloating eyes for her complete surrender.

"I...I'm sorry for questioning you, sir," said Felicia in a soft, meek voice, her eyes failing to meet Roderick's in the depths of her humiliation. "You clearly know better than me what's best for... for white girls."

She looked toward Juno, who was now hanging on her Daddy's shoulder, looking down proudly at her newest Snowbunny sister. The grinning blonde nodded, biting her lip hard to keep herself from giggling.

Felicia gulped again, and slowly bent forward, leaning out to kiss Roderick's shoe. She couldn't help releasing a pitiful whimper as she did so, and it wasn't hard to tell why. Her actions went against everything she had believed up until a few months ago. She was degrading herself for a man's pleasure, putting herself utterly beneath him.

And it wasn't going to stop there.

"That was a pretty good apology," said Roderick grudgingly, grinding his foot softly upward into Felicia's soft lips, "But I think I know an even better way for you to show how much you respect your Chancellor."

Juno giggled and reached down to his lap, slowly unzipping her daddy's pants and freeing his massive cock. Felicia watched with an expression of mixed terror and arousal, her wide eyes locked on the meaty black pole of the man who had once been her worst enemy. Juno could practically see her begin to drool.

"Have you ever sucked a cock this big, baby?" rumbled Roderick, his voice dripping with amusement. Juno's slim, pale hand began to stroke him slowly, partially as a tease for the fascinated white girl on her knees before him, partially because she just loved the feel of him in her hand.

"N-no," said Felicia in a hazy voice, her eyes bobbing up and down, following the progress of Juno's hand. "I've never sucked a penis at a-all."

"Felicia gave the club a whole speech about how fellatio is a disgusting tool for the subjugation and humiliation of women by the patriarchy," said Juno mockingly. "But don't worry, Daddy, Ms. Cherry convinced her to practice a LOT on the big black you-sized dildo I bought her. She's practically an expert on this particular "disgusting, humiliating" act by now."

Juno moved to kneel beside Felicia, guiding her gently forward and rubbing the swollen, oozing head of the chancellor's cock over her soft pink lips.

"But," whispered Felicia, her eyes darting between Roderick and Juno, "if I do this... if I suck his c-cock... then... then..."

"Then the patriarchy wins?" Whispered Juno teasingly in her ear. "Then you've submitted completely to a man? Then you become one of the pathetic, black-owned Snowbunnies you used to call traitors to all women?"

Juno slowly licked up Felicia's ear, making the wavering feminist shudder with lust. "Exactly, sweetie.... And isn't that so fucking hot?" She had Roderick's stiff cock in front of Felicia's mouth, not forcing her, just offering the awful opportunity to embrace humiliation and corruption.

And, with a delicate little moan of defeat, Felicia took that opportunity, squeezing her eyes shut and wrapping her soft, innocent lips around the monstrous black cock, her pink tongue already eagerly swirling and licking, tasting the salty pre-cum leaking from its slit.

Now that she had broken her seal, the poor little white girl gave in completely to her programmed hunger for black dick. She bobbed her head wildly, greedily and loudly slurping all over the cock stretching her mouth.

Victor watched as Juno backed off and let Felicia give in to her desires. Roderick's favorite Snowbunny now wore a proud smile, absently rubbing herself over her thong. "You would think that Felicia's a champion cocksucker rather than a first-timer, wouldn't you Daddy?" she asked Roderick with a sly wink. "But with the amount of practice she's had with her new dildo... lying in bed, fantasizing about being conquered by the patriarchy while shoving a massive black dildo down her throat... Felicia's probably one of the most experienced girls on campus when it comes to sucking dick at this point."

Juno loved to dirty talk, but Roderick knew she could only watch for so long. Roderick was her Daddy, and he was the source of all Juno's pleasure. She couldn't keep her hands and mouth away. She dived in, licking and sucking his enormous dangling balls while Felicia continued her slutty submission.

Roderick simply enjoyed the moment. Two beautiful, yet pathetic little white girls, paying homage to the black race with their hot, wet, eager little mouths. One pair of delicate pick lips vacuum-sealed around his thick black cock while another pair softly kissed his heavy, hanging ballsack. This feeling of victory and superiority was why Roderick had started the movement in the first place. Everything was finally as it should be.

Finally, Roderick had had enough. He bent down, lifted Felicia with contemptuous ease, and laid her back on his desk as she squeaked with alarm. He flipped up her dress and tore away the gauzy, feminine lace panties that Juno had given her... exposing her flushed and dripping pink pussy, aching for black cock and desperate to be filled.

Felicia was breathing hard, hiding her eyes in her hands and blushing with the massive embarrassment of the moment.

Roderick gave her a wide predatory grin. "My my, little miss feminist," he said mockingly, "I thought you had been telling everyone on campus you're a lesbian! It certainly looks like you love dick to me!" He punctuated his mockery by tapping his cock against her pussy, hitting her clit softly and making her moan in arousal and humiliation.

"She told me a little secret, Daddy," giggled Juno, kissing the overwhelmed, displayed white girl softly on her blushing cheek. "Poor little Felicia is actually bi... but she is afraid of being with a man... afraid that it would be too degrading to get pinned down and penetrated... dominated by a dick."

"But you know what?" said Juno, looking up with glee into her Daddy's eyes. "I think the idea always kind of turned her on too... even before Dr. Cherry got to her."

Roderick chuckled, now rubbing his bulbous cockhead up and down Felicia's wet, quivering slit. "Is that true, Felicia? Are you scared?"