Please note: this story is a work of erotic FICTION, and it will more than likely contain explicit sex scenes involving relationships that could be considered socially unacceptable; if you don't want to read something like that, then please, for your own sake, don't read it, for all others, please read, enjoy, and review my work if you feel like it. Also, this story is (hopefully improved) remake of an earlier version under author's name of Lude. - Lude2

Story Codes: minor, f-m, f-m-m, F-f, F-m

The Unauthorized Un-Rated Version of

Lizzie McGuire Movie

Based upon the novelized version of the screenplay

Adapted by Lude

Chapter 6

The story of Lizzie, our heroine, now resumes with her about to depart from the airport on her class trip to Rome, Italy.

Even though Lizzie actually enjoyed Matt fucking her up the ass, she didn't want him, of all people, to know that. Especially now, since Lizzie in an intriguing, yet incestuous way, looked forward to her homecoming. After giving her family a final good bye, Lizzie was swept by a wave of students heading excitedly to Flight SM#1.

Just then, the blare of a horn cut all conversation short, and the little crowd parted to make way for a golf cart driven by an airport employee and carrying one very special passenger. Her long blonde hair was meticulously coiffed and held in place by a flaming red headband. Nicely filling out a Flair Ise sweater, she wore matching black leather mini shirt and hip boots. When the cart came to a stop and the woman stepped out to join the group. It was clear to Lizzie that this woman was no shrinking violet.

Gordo spotted Lizzie and her family and came over. "That's Miss Dominatrixmeyer," he explained. "She's going to be our high school principal for the next four years. If you're on her good side, it's a one-way ticket to an Ivy League school."

"What if you're on her bad side?" Matt asked.

A janitor with a mop and wringer pushed past them, heading for the men's room. "Excuse me, people!" he said. "I need to mop up some puke!"

Gordo pointed at him.

"You end up that guy?" Matt asked.

"He'll mop up what's left of you," Gordo said seriously, shaking his head.

But studying Miss Dominatrixmeyer, Lizzie somehow felt dominated by her. She was carrying what looked like a heavy black pointer with steel spikes on one end. Geez, Lizzie had to wonder, what kind of woman was she? Perhaps, part principal and part pit bull. The woman radiated confidence and control as parents shouted at her. She was unlike any other women Lizzie had ever known. Well, besides for Kate, Lizzie realized. All the students who were going on the Rome class trip were gathering around Miss Dominatrixmeyer.

"Can you make sure there's no garlic or soy products in anything my Brittany puts near her mouth?" asked one mother.

"Luke has tennis elbow," said a father. "Could someone carry his luggage?"

"Make sure little Steven takes his crabs medication," asked another.

On and on the parents prattle until Miss Dominatrixmeyer had heard enough. She pulled out a megaphone. "Attention, parents!" she shouted. "SHUT YOUR FUCKEN HOLES!"

That stopped the chatter. Lizzie wasn't sure if she should laugh or run away now, while she still could. But at the same time, Lizzie could feel a burning fascination grow deep inside of her even as she grew moist between her legs.

"I am on a mission to drag your progeny to thirty-one historically significant Roman landmarks in two weeks," Miss Dominatrixmeyer said. "When these back-talking miscreants return to you, they will have dipped their panties into a lake of culture before assuming their destiny folding shirts at the outlet malls, taking orders at the drive through or giving lap dances at strip clubs.

Nobody said a word. Except for Matt, that is. "She seems nice," he said with a satirical scowl.

Miss Dominatrixmeyer cast her laser-like scrutiny on Lizzie and the students around her. "Many…actually, most of your classmates opted for a thirty-six-hour bus ride to Waterslide Wonderland and a week of decadent frivolity and debauchery at the Water Wonder Motor Inn were there probably filming the next Girls Gone Wild video." Her voice dripped sarcasm. "But you, who are not bastard-breading trailer trash, will get to experience the delights of La Citta Eterna."

Everyone stared, uncomprehending.

"Rome…the Eternal City," Miss Dominatrixmeyer explained. Then she exclaimed, as if to herself. "Did none of this brood of ass licking children read the info packet?"

All the students scrambled to open their packets. Gordo leaned close to Lizzie. "Watch and learn," he whispered, raising his hand. "Miss Dominatrixmeyer, I just want to let you know that I'm looking forward to this exciting and both academically enriching trip."

Their future principal narrowed the full force of her gaze on Gordo. Lizzie realized that her best friend had just put his balls in a nutcracker. Gordo had seriously stepped in it.

"Name?" Miss Dominatrixmeyer barked at Gordo in utter contempt.

"David Gordon."

Miss Dominatrixmeyer scribbled on a little pad. "David Gordon, sneaky brownnoser with hidden agenda, and…," her eyes drifted downward, "a cute ass that needs my special attention."

Gordo blanched. "But…"

"Do I detect a bit of attitude. Hummm…" she showed a wicked smile. "Bring your little prick to my room tonight to receive punishment. In the morning, we'll see if you're still looking forward to this trip, little man!"

"But…"

Smack! Miss Dominatrixmeyer cut him off with a crack of her pointer across his face. Gordo was left speechless, his hands grasping his bloody nose.

"Now all of you little bastards embark on the plane NOW!" roared Miss Dominatrixmeyer. "STAT! LET"S MOVIE!" Of course, everyone moved.

Lizzie wasn't sure exactly what happened after that. Her father and mother tearfully babbling away, her brother pawed at her. As a parting gesturing of sorts, while her parents weren't looking, Lizzie took Matt's right index finger and inserted it inside of her pussy; letting him poke her one last time. Then she taunted him, "I know what you'll being dreaming of. See you later LITTLE brother!"

Standing besides her, Gordo laughed. "Good one Lizzie, put the little dip-shit in his place."

Soon Lizzie stood in line to board their flight. "Hey," said a voice in Lizzie's ear. Ethan Craft draped one arm across Gordo's shoulders and the other reached down to Lizzie's ass. "We're going to the land where they invented spaghetti, pizza and Sophia Lorena!"

And Ethan smiled when he realized that she wasn't wearing any panties.

Then both Gordo and Lizzie looked on in horror when Ethan said. "Did you check out Miss Dominatrixmeyer? Gordo, that bitch, kind-a fucked you up, didn't…?" Smack! He'd realized too late who was right behind him.

"Ouch! What the fuck…! Stop hitting…" Ethan cried out.

Smack! Smack! Smack! "Come with me little boy…" Smack! Smack! "Time for your first private lesson how to properly address your superiors in pubic!" With one hand clenched around the back of Ethan's neck and the other in his pants between his legs, Miss. Dominatrixmeyer dragged him to the first class section of the plane and slammed the door behind them.

Lizzie couldn't hold back a grin. While Ethan might need a good kick in the balls, the best part of the trip still was that Kate, and all her cocaine addicted friends who'd be ragging on her for messing up graduation, went to Waterslide Wonderland!

But that happy thought suddenly burst into flames as another voice said, "How many Lizzie's does it take to screw in a light bulb?" It was Kate of course. "I don't know," she answered herself merrily, "but it only takes one to fuck up a graduation!"

Fourteen hours later, Lizzie, Gordo, and all their other classmates trudged out of the plane and entered Rome's Fiumicino Airport. Lizzie hoped she didn't look as bad as she felt, because she felt like shit. But the flight had been a lot of fun. The high point of the flight had to have been the wet t-shirt contest!

All the girls had entered of course. But instead of water pistols, the boys got to lick them down with their tongues. Every one on the plane must have licked Lizzie's t-shirt including, to her surprise, Miss Dominatrixmeyer who was judging the contest! Lizzie had thought she had a good chance of winning, that is, until Kate stripped off her shirt and let Miss Dominatrixmeyer suck on her bare nipples as everyone howled! But after a good start, the rest of the trip had made her feel like a lemon in a juice press. "Did we have seats, or did we fly in the hull of a slaveship?" she asked Gordo, wondering why her tongue felt like a wadded-up sock.

In reply, Gordo sniffed his armpit and rubbed his crouch. "Eww. Hold your noise if you come near me."

Gordo still had a big smile painted on his face. He'd had it since he received his own punished from Miss Dominatrixmeyer during the night. Lizzie had also noticed that Ethan, despite his own shit-eaten grin, walked like his balls had been threw a meat grinder.

"Like anyone would ever," Kate chirped.

Lizzie gawked at her ex-best friend in disbelief. How did Kate do it? She looked perfect. Kate looked pristine and as energetic as ever. "That's not the outfit she wore on the plane," Lizzie whispered to Gordo. But how did she do it? Her carry-on bag was microscopic! But what if…Kate had been in first class hadn't she?

Kate strutted past Lizzie like a peacock. "People who haven't traveled…shouldn't."

Gordo surprised Lizzie, when he retorted, "Kate. Go fuck off!"

Kate face grew storming, but Gordo raised his hand threateningly to hit her if she said anything more. To Lizzie's greater astonishment, Kate retreated without say a word. Lizzie smiled. Impressed by Gordo's boldness, she felt herself grow wet between the legs, again.

Half an hour later, everybody was packed in a yellow tour bus that swept through the streets of Rome. The late afternoon sun shone brightly on the beautiful city, but Lizzie couldn't focus on anything. Despite the fact that she'd had little to do during the flight except sleep, she still felt totally exhausted. And what time was it, anyway? Shouldn't it be dark out?

The bus stopped, and everybody filed out. Acting like tired sheep after a long day's graze, the students followed Miss Dominatrixmeyer into the lobby of a small, but completely charming hotel and, at her signal, gathered around.

"Welcome to the Hotel Cambini, you unfit scum," said Miss Dominatrixmeyer. She continued to talk as she took a quick head count. "Lest you think there are more of you and less of me and therefore you will be able to pull anything over me, think again." Miss Dominatrixmeyer padded her right side to where she was packing a very large .44 Magnum Desert Eagle Automatic. All shinning chrome and walnut, the gun was tucked into a black leather holster, of course.

"In addition," Miss Dominatrixmeyer continued, "beside for being smarter, faster, and better armed…I have enlisted help." She indicated a short man with a dark mustache, wearing a wide smile, who stood attentively nearby. "The assistant manager of this hotel, Gigolo Averni, was a commander in the Italian navy and is as on top of his game as I am on mine. Gigolo, feel free to brief my students on security procedures here at the hotel."

After a lengthy speech about everything off limits and nothing they could do, in his heavy Italian accent Gigolo add, "We serve…dikes and…the bitches at five."

Trying to puzzle it out, Lizzie shook her head. Huh?

Miss Dominatrixmeyer cried, "They'll serve drinks and sandwiches at five." The women paused for a moment, a look of fury on her face before shouting again, "Room assignments!"

Gordo and Ethan were paired up. Then she turned to Lizzie. "Lizzie McGuire, seeing how Margaret Chan and Miranda Stanches were unable to make the trip, you'll be rooming with…Kate Sanders.

'KATE!' Lizzie couldn't believe her rotten luck after Miss Dominatrixmeyer finished her sentence. But shortly thereafter, as Kate claimed the bed by the window in the room the two girls were forced to share, the horrible reality was undeniable.

"Lizzie," said Kate brightly, "seeing as we're roomies now and we're going to have to spend a lot of time together, I want you to know that I understand that you want to put all that really 'em-bare-assing' stuff behind you and just move on and have a fresh start."

Lizzie continued to stare at Kate, but now feeling less horror and more curiosity. "You do?" she asked in disbelief.

"Yes," said Kate. "I understand your dream. It's a big dream. It's a huge dream. And you can't do it alone. In fact, I don't think you can do it at all." Putting her hand on Lizzie waist, Kate smiled sadly and contemptibly. "Let it fucken go."

Lizzie felt her cheeks go red and wondered how the universe could be so cruel, so often and to her. But, noticing the warm feeling of Kate's fingers on her bare skin, Lizzie grew wet between her legs, again.