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 Title: Alternate Ending for Christina's School for Wayward Girls
Summary: This is an unofficial alternate ending to another story by
another author.  Not interesting for those who didn't read it and perhaps
not even those who did.
Author: Bernd Lauert
This is an alternate ending to the story Christina's School for Wayward
Girls by Kenna.  It won't make much sense to people who haven't read the
original story.  The story and its original ending left open some questions
and I decided to write an alternate epilogue with a different twist ending
for personal carthasis after reading it.  It's unofficial (I didn't ask for

permission) and just for fun (for me anyway).

   The original story is here:
/files/Authors/Kenna/Lolita%20Bondage/Christina_s%20Sch
ool%20for%20Wayward%20Girls.doc



   Christina's School for Wayward Girls By Bernd Lauert Alternate Epilogue

   You all probably think I'm having the time of my life with my position
of power over the girls at Wayward.  And of course you'd be right.

   You all probably think I'm going to hold on to it for as long as
possible and never even dream of harming the school's reputation.  But
you're wrong.

   After that nightmare about becoming boytoy, I was very careful never to
let on to anybody, especially Dad and Emily, what I really thought about
the school and its unofficial business model.

   Punishing girls, character building, even the torture sessions for the
"bad girls" during the summer break wouldn't have done it for me.  After
all, these girls could always quit the school, but almost never did.  So in
a way, they paid the price they chose to pay in order to stay at Wayward.
At least that's what I'd told myself all summer.

   But after I'd discovered the unregistered girls and the depth of the
brainwashing for seniors and graduates, this last illusion of legitimacy
fell apart for me.  I could no longer see the tradition as worth saving.  I
just didn't want to end up in that basement myself.

   So while I was violating the rights of girls like Julie Ormond from
Chicago, Illinois, I very carefully and very covertly collected evidence
about the entire organization.  I tried to learn as much as possible about
the pipeline and the buyers, catalogued the names and faces of all the
girls, all the illicit activities both upstairs and downstairs that I could
get my hands on.  I even gathered video and photo evidence, not without
great risk to myself.

   I put all of it on a server with a time-delayed script to release it
automatically to various whistleblower websites in case I'd get caught.  My
goal was to bring as many of the criminals in the pipeline down as
possible, but at some point I just couldn't wait any longer.

   When they sold Julie, now trained to be tittoy permanently, and I didn't
find out who the buyer was, I pulled the plug on the whole school.  Various
newspapers, websites, police stations, hell, even all the parents of all
the students and the missing kidnapped girls, all received the full
information package within the same hour.

   Dad wanted to kill me but I was far gone by then.  I never set foot into
my home town again.

   All the teachers went to prison.  So did Emily, with a much milder
sentence and lots of counseling.  I had charges against me pending as well,
but since I blew the whistle and could plausibly argue I had to play along
out of fear of reprisal, I never saw the inside of a prison cell.  Being
underage myself helped with that, of course.

   I do feel bad about the Wayward girls who went through all this torment
and now see their future destroyed by this scandal.  But it had to be done.
At least the younger students were spared more pointless rape and abuse,
and even more importantly, the brainwashing that would have forced them to
become more and more detached from sanity to the point of being slaves to
codewords.

   As for mom and the other Wayward graduates, turns out success has to be
based on more than just corrupt institutions and violence.  The good name
of Wayward quickly crumbled.  A few online videos of upper class women
turning into doggies didn't exactly help the matter either.

   I have to say, I miss the access to young girl pussy.  Hell, what
teenage boy wouldn't?  I often regret blowing the whistle, especially when
I overhear people demonizing pedophiles who have consensual sex with
willing 12-year-olds.  Why the hell did I give up secret sex heaven in such
a society?

   But then I remember that nothing lasts forever.  Sooner or later,
something in the pipeline might have broken and brought us all down anyway.
And when that happened, I didn't want to be mafia headmaster.

   Good news, I did get my own gorgeous Wayward girl to date and later to
marry.  She no longer goes to Wayward, but she can suck wicked dick and has
the best puffy nipples you have ever seen.

   Oh, by the way, they eventually found Julie from Chicago in some rich
guy's basement.  It's been 10 years now, and she's still in therapy.  I
hear she often relapses to calling herself tittoy and speaking in third
person.  At least she wears clothes again now.  Yeah, wow.

   They never did find that kitten though.



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