Chapter 3
The taxicab deposited Gloria in front of a large, white, stone mansion with marble stairs. Four huge carved marble columns formed a balustrade in front of the enormous oak door.
The pretty teenager stood perfectly still, holding her bags, her wide blue eyes surveying the mansion that housed the school which was to be her home. It looked like a nice well-kept building, but all of the shutters were closed, and, somehow, the mansion had a strange, forbidden aura about it.
The place gave her the creeps.
"Hey, what the hell are you doing out here?" said a deep growling voice from behind her.
A clammy. long-fingered hand clamped down on her shoulder, the sweaty, hairy fingers digging deep into Gloria's tender flesh. Quickly, she turned and looked into the chest of a very tall, angular man. Glancing up higher, she looked into his face. He had extremely sharp features and looked as if he were chiseled from stone. His face was pale and expressionless. A deep long scar traversed one cheek, running from just above his thin nose to the middle of his wrinkled neck. He wore a dark pair of wraparound sunglasses that hid his eyes, a dirty pair of blue denim coveralls and a wide-brimmed straw hat, tilted so far to one side that it appeared ready to fall off his narrow face.
"What's your name, girl?" be asked in a deep, guttural voice that betrayed no emotion. He spoke like a robot-an unthinking, unfeeling machine, incapable of sincerity or trust.
"I-I'm Gloria Travis," she stammered in reply. "I just got here a moment ago. I'm supposed to see ... uh ... uh ... my Uncle Richard ... Havermeyer. My Uncle Richard Havermeyer ... I think he's on the board of directors."
"Yeah, okay. Follow me," the tall cadaverous man said abruptly, speaking in a cold monotone. The man led her up the marble stairs and opened the door to the mansion. "Wait right here," he said. "Don't move-just wait." Then, he went back out the door.
Gloria stood still for a few anxious moments, waiting. But no one seemed to even know-much less care-that she was even there.
Suddenly she felt a wetness on the back of her thigh. She jumped in fright, spun around and found herself looking into the sharp-toothed mouth of a vicious-looking German shepherd. The dog growled at her, baring its front row of wickedly sharp white teeth, then resumed licking her creamy thigh.
"Oh, good God!" she exclaimed as she instinctively moved away from the nasty dog.
But the German shepherd followed her, his lapping tongue pressing against her thigh and moving further up her leg, licking his way up to her crotch and pushing her skirt-hem up with his cold wet nose.
"Okay, little doggie," she whimpered, knowing full-well that this dog was hardly a little, harmless doggie, but a big mean animal who was easily capable of chewing her to bits. "Okay, now, leave me alone."
She reached down to pet the dog's head, but the big German shepherd snapped at her hand, almost biting her. He growled, hissed, bared his teeth again, and resumed licking her thigh, lapping all the way up to her panty-crotch, which he sniffed eagerly, his wet nose burrowing between her legs, tickling her pussy.
"Uncle Richard? Are you here, Uncle Richard? Please, help me ... this is your niece, Gloria Travis. Please answer if you hear me."
Gloria's anguished cries reverberated off of the thick white walls of the mansion's outer hallway. She tried to speak loud enough to be heard, but whenever she raised her tremulous voice, the nasty German shepherd growled and began to nibble at the flesh that bordered her pussy-mound. Gloria was afraid that the growling dog would rip her pussy to shreds before anyone would manage to rescue her.
When no one answered her anguished pleas for help, she decided that she must try to run for safety. She knew that it would be risky, but she had no choice. Summoning all of her courage, she quickly flung her pocketbook toward the door, distracting the big dog as he ran to fetch it. Then, as fast as her feet would carry her, she dashed to the stairs.
The dog chased after her, clenched his powerful jaws around her ankle, and pulled her back down the stairs. Her ass ached as she bounced down the marble steps on her ass-cheeks and hit the floor with a resounding thump. All of a sudden the dog was upon her, his sharp teeth tearing at her clothing, pulling off her skirt.
"Aaaaiieee!" she wailed. "Someone, help! I'm being attacked! Help!"
But her screams were to no avail. No one came forward to help the terrified young girl.
She rolled about on the floor and tried to stand up, but the dog leaped up and slammed her to the floor with his meaty paws. She rolled over and he was on top of her, ripping at her panties with his evil-looking teeth.
"Oh, my God! Go away! Stop!" she shrieked in terror.
Her heart raced even though her adrenaline was flowing, giving her added strength, she was no match for the big German shepherd. He tore at her panties and ripped them into small pieces. Then, his tongue hanging far out of his mouth, slimy saliva dripping from his jaws, his teeth bared menacingly, the dog moved closer. Placing his heavy paws on her creamy thighs, he began to lap at her pussy. His tongue snaked forward and raked across her clit, causing her to writhe about in agony and terror. She whimpered low and long.
"Please, don't hurt me. Please!"
It was foolish to try to reason with a dog-Gloria knew that. But there was nothing else that she could do. The dog lapped at her pussy and slipped his tongue deep into her cunt, parting her pink pussylips with his nose as he burrowed his mouth into her cunt.
Gloria felt totally humiliated and helpless. There was not a thing she could do to stop the dog from assaulting her cunt with his long wet tongue. She was deathly afraid that he would bite her-bite her there, on that most precious part of her body, her pussy. His tongue slithered inside her cunt, licking her cuntwalls, lapping at her erect clit. She was stunned to feel sexy sensations building in her pussy as the nasty dog tongued her cunt, lapping inside her cunt-channel, snaking his tongue in and out in rapid licking motions as she tried to pull away from him. But whenever she moved to escape the dog's crude, wet licking tongue, he would growl, bare his teeth, lick his chops and leer at her with his big, fierce animal-eyes.
She glanced down at his hind legs and was shocked to notice that the dog's balls were tightened into a tiny sac. What was worse, the German shepherd's prick was standing out, sticking up in the air. His slimy dog-cock was hard as a rock.
"Ohhh, nooo! This is disgusting!" she screamed as she instantly fell ill and almost vomited.
The dog began to rub his furry cock sheath on her thigh, inching further and further up her leg the way Gloria had seen other dogs behave with each other. All the while, the vicious dog kept lapping at her cunt, snaking his rough tongue to her cunt lips, licking her juicy pussy. Her cunt was getting wet and gooey from the dog's vile saliva, which bubbled around her pussy-thatch, forming a sudsy circle of white, wet, disgusting foam around her cunthole.
She looked down at her saliva-soaked cunt-fur and retched violently. She began to make her way up the stairs, one step at a time, backing up the steps ass-forwards, with the dog's vile sticky tongue still glued to her pussy and his thin, hard dog-cock rubbing crudely along the meat of her thigh. She whimpered and groaned softly for fear that a loud scream would invite a vicious toothy assault on her cunt.
All of a sudden, she heard a low chuckle coming from directly above her. Spinning her upper torso around and turning her head, she glanced up the stairs and caught sight of her Uncle Richard, who at that very moment was descending the long staircase.
Uncle Richard bellowed a low throaty laugh, casually puffing on a big cigar. He shook his head-and smiled!
Gloria couldn't believe the manner in which her Uncle Richard was acting. He seemed not at all concerned that she was being mauled by a huge, vicious German shepherd.
"Uncle Richard! Thank God you're here! Please, help me!"
At that very instant, the dog struck. He nuzzled his pointed nose into her neck and moved up her thigh.
Gloria screamed and expected at any second to feel the dog's jaws biting down on her neck, his teeth ripping at her flesh. Instead, the dog hunched his back and wormed his vile animal-cock into her pussy.
The dog's thin prick slithered past her cunt lips and into her cunthole, ramming along her pussy-walls which instinctively tightened at the entrance of the dog's grotesque cock.
"Noooo! Good God, nooo!" she wailed. "Stop him, Uncle Richard! Please! He ... he's trying to fuck me!"
Uncle Richard let out a loud, hearty laugh, his jowls jiggling like jello. He held his stomach as he chuckled merrily, as if he enjoyed seeing the vile and horrible situation that his niece was caught up in.
"Got yourself a real problem there, don't you, Gloria! Well, I'm coming," he said as he lumbered slowly down the stairs.
Richard Havermeyer was a big hulking man, with a wide ass and a full, round belly that betrayed good eating and drinking. He moved haltingly down the marble steps, but stopped just above Gloria, who lay sprawled out, the German shepherd humping and growling, sliding his prick into her juicy cunt.
"Please, stop this dog! I can't ... can't stand it!"
Gloria squirmed about, but the dog kept his vile animal-prick buried in her pussy. He was slavering all over Gloria's bare tits as he humped her cunt. And much to her dismay, her Uncle Richard was not lifting a finger to help her get rid of the dog.
"That's a good boy, Prince!" he shouted gleefully.
Gloria found it hard to believe, but her Uncle Richard was actually goading the vicious dog on, encouraging the animal to fuck her pussy with his dog-cock. It was revolting, and Gloria felt like withering away. She would never be able to look at herself in a mirror again after being fucked by a dog!
"Get her good, Prince, you horny dog, you!"
Suddenly Gloria felt a slimy fluid spurting inside her cunt. The realization of what was happening hit her like a lightning bolt-The dog was cumming in her pussy!
"Noooo! God, noooo! Stop this animal, Uncle Richard! He's ... he's cumming inside my pussy. This is terrible! Please, help me! I beg of you! Please!"
She felt so unclean and horrible as the dog frantically humped in and out, growling whenever she made a sound or attempted to move, slavering all over her tits and neck. His vile prick spewed dog-cum into her cunt, filling her pussy with the gross animal-jizz. She shuddered, her legs quivered and she closed her eyes tight. She shook her head in disbelief and wondered how in the world her Uncle Richard could allow this disgusting bestiality to occur right before his eyes. He wasn't lifting a finger to assist her. Instead, he kept chuckling and goading the wicked German shepherd on, actually urging the dog to fuck her cunt.
"Get her good, Prince! She deserves it, the little wench! Fuck her good, boy!"
Gloria gritted her teeth and tried not to think of what was happening to her. Tried to forget that Prince was actually cumming in her pussy. The thought made her sick, and she fought back the urge to vomit, fearing that if she were to retch and throw up, Prince would surely bite her. As disgusting as it was to have the nasty dog spurting animal-cum into her cunt, she was equally afraid that he would bite her.
Finally, Prince moved away from her, pulling his drooling cock out of her tight, dripping pussy. He stepped down the stairs and looked up at Uncle Richard, who walked down past Gloria, reach into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a dog biscuit. He held the dog biscuit out to Prince, and the dog gulped it down as Uncle Richard patted him on his furry head.
"Good boy, Prince! Good dog!" he said gruffly. "Now you run along. You've had your pussy for today."
Prince turned and glowered at Gloria, licked his chops. He trotted down the stairs, moving quickly, his thin furry cock-sheath leaving a thin stream of cum on the marble steps.
"Okay, now, Gloria. Get up. Follow me and I'll take you to get yourself cleaned up," Uncle Richard said coolly.
Gloria stared at him in disbelief. He was acting as though nothing unusual had occurred-as if it were normal for Prince to fuck his niece on the stairway.
What kind of man was Uncle Richard? And what kind of place was the Academy?