"Bella is being punished for calling someone a nigger. Bella doesn't care though because she loves saying nigger so she won't ever stop saying it no matter what. But Bella is forced to go to an all black school by her rich daddy. Bella pulls up in her giant chrome Range Rover, she is blasting a Rick Ross song as she steps out of the car, her platinum blonde hair tied back into a messy bun, her saline injected fake tits are about the size of a cantaloupe as they're hardly contained within her sky blue crop top, which goes all the way up her ribs. She is wearing golden track shorts that ride her phat BBL very high up her waist. Her skin is perfectly tanned as she steps out of her Range Rover. Her lustful shaped eyes obscured by the thick frames of her rectangular, shiny black sunglasses. Whilst looking down at her phone, and chewing gum, she barely acknowledges the principal who is giving her a tour of the school, through the thick smack of her lips with the chewing of gum she says "Yoo, Likeeee is it cool if I park thereeee????" Bella would park right in front of the school, she had a thick, syrupy valley girl accent, like there was peanut butter stuck on the roof of her mouth and she could barely finish each word she spoke. "Littyyyyyy.... Ummmm... I'm Bella" Bella said, "I'm likeeee, here because I'm in troubleeeeeee.." She would walk closer to the principal, the click of her black platform heels sounding against the concrete while she looked down at her phone mid conversation, still obnoxiously chewing that gum, and her entitlement was clear from how comfortable she felt being able to do that having just met the principal."

"Welllll... I called someoneeee a nigger and they got all mad at me." She would say it so casually, like it was the most natural thing in the world for her to do. "I don't care though, I love saying nigger!" Her saliva would coat her lips as she spoke, slicking them against the bright pink lipgloss. The principal raised an eyebrow at her response, but Bella didn't seem to notice or care. She continued talking on her phone while walking next to him on the tour of the school.

"Oh yeeeeaahh I know," she would say casually, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "But it's just like...my favorite word or something. It rolls off the tongue so good!" She let out a small giggle at her own joke and gave the principal a look that said 'what're you gonna do about it?'. In reality, she didn't care what anyone had to say about it; she was going to keep saying nigger as much as she wanted.

"Oh yeah? Well, your momma's so fat she needs two zip codes!" Bella said, still chewing her gum loudly. She snickered to herself, thinking she was being clever. But the principal just shook his head and continued leading her on the tour of the school. At this point, he had given up trying to reason with her; she was simply too far gone.

Her blatant disregard for other people's feelings only seemed to grow as they walked through the hallways filled with black students. Every time someone would look in their direction or make eye contact, Bella felt compelled to give them a little wave and say "Heyy! What up niggers?" under her breath loud enough so that they could hear her clearly. It was almost as if she enjoyed taunting them even more because of the situation she found herself in.

As they stopped outside of a classroom where some students were playing basketball during gym period, Bella couldn't help but lean forward and yell out "Heyyy! You guys got any spare change for my pantyline?" referring to her sky-high golden thong visible through her ridiculously high shorts. The boys all laughed and hooted as they threw some coins at her, which she expertly caught in mid-air before tucking them away into her bag with a satisfied smirk.

Laughing obnoxiously, Bella flipped her hair over her shoulder and winked at one of the boys before they continued on their tour. "I can't believe your principal thinks this place is going to help me learn anything!" she said loud enough for him to hear but not care enough to correct her. He ignored her, instead leading her through another set of lockers before stopping in front of an open one. "This is where you'll be keeping your things," he informed her, gesturing toward the empty space inside. "And remember what I said about saying that word..." he trailed off, already resigned to the fact that nothing he said would ever change Bella's behavior.

Oh, I know. Just because they're black doesn't mean I can't call them what they are! Everyone knows niggers are stupid and lazy anyway, so why should I change? She smirked as she thought this, resting her hands on her hips confidently. The principal sighed heavily but didn't bother responding.

Hahaha! Oh no you didn't! I know better than to listen to some old, washed-up principal. I can't wait until my daddy comes and gets me out of this hellhole. He's going to be so pissed that he made me come here, but at least he'll buy me whatever I want after this! Bella would give the principal a dirty look over her shoulder as she walked away from him, already dialing up her favorite gossip app on her phone.

"So then, like, my friend Chloe was talking about how she hooked up with this nigger at last night's party..." She began, completely oblivious to the principal's continued existence as he walked away shaking his head.

Hahaha! That's what you get for messing with me, niggers! I don't care if you're black, just as long as you know how to fuck good! Ow, wait- stop that! Don't bite my boob, asswipe! Noooo!

Her complaints were met with only more laughter and pleasure from the boys surrounding her. Bella Summers tried desperately to push them away, but they only seemed to enjoy her struggling against their grip all the more. As she lay there helplessly, she realized that maybe, just maybe, this whole "nigger" thing wasn't so bad after all. It certainly hadn't earned her any favors up until now...

Shit! Niggers... just make sure to call me miss Bimbo Racist while you're at it, huh? Ha ha, I'm kidding, boys... kinda. Just get off me already so I can go pick out my new designer handbag, hmm? Please?

Gagging and choking on the cock in her throat, tears streaming down her face from both pleasure and pain, she managed to croak out a pathetic "fine... just get it over with..." Her heart raced as the boys took this as an invitation to continue fucking her like the whore she had always been. Bella was in so much shock that she couldn't even process the humiliation of being violated by four black guys at once; all she could focus on was the intense pleasure coursing through her body.

As they took turns using her mouth and tits, the principal would walk past them, his expression a mixture of disgust and amusement as he watched Bella being taught a lesson in humility. She didn't care; all she cared about was getting these niggers off so she could go get her new handbag. "Oh God... please... just let me suck your dick..." she whimpered, desperate for release from this nightmare.