Chapter 8
Gloria had been bound in the medieval stocks for about half an hour or so and her body began to ache terribly from the restraint. She couldn't move to relieve the stress on her sore muscles.
Suddenly, she heard soft padding steps coming down the hallway, followed by heavier steps. Looking up, she was shocked to see Prince, the nasty German shepherd, padding swiftly into the room.
"Prince! Prince! Where are you going?" came a voice from the hallway. "Come back here, Prince!"
But Prince wasn't about leave once he caught sight of Gloria. He drooled vile saliva and his tail perked up and wagged. His tongue flopped out of his mouth, and the dog affected what looked to Gloria like a wicked sneer. Padding forward, Prince stopped in front of the horror-stricken girl and licked her face with his long wet tongue.
Gloria flinched and shoved her head to one side, but his tongue lapped at her cheek, covering her face with sticky saliva. It was disgusting and the girl was revolted. What was worse, she was in no position to move out of the way of the lapping dog. She was helpless-bound cruelly and uncomfortably in the stocks.
The dog sniffed the air and catching a whiff of Gloria's pussy-nectar which had dried on her thighs, he swiftly padded around to the back of the stocks, where Gloria's ass-cheeks jutted into the air as she knelt on the floor.
The helpless young girl flushed with horror when she heard Prince snuffling and moving around excitedly behind her. She couldn't look around to see what he was doing back there, but she knew that the dog was up to no good. He had fucked her once before, and she was afraid that he would do it again.
Suddenly, she felt the dog's damp nose at her ass-hole and cunt. She jerked her ass left and right, but Prince kept his nose close to her pussy and began to burrow it into her cunt. Then Prince's tongue snaked out of his mouth, and he lapped her cunt and ass-hole, running his hot tongue along her cunt lips and into her shitter.
"God, no!" she shouted. "This can't be happening to me! This is so awful!"
Prince began to lap eagerly at her cunt and ass-hole. His hot, wet tongue flicked obscenely across her cunt-furrow, raking along her sensitive clit, which filled with blood and became hard and erect in response to the dog's vile lapping. Her ass-muscles flexed and tightened in an instinctive attempt to keep the dog's licking tongue out of her shitter. But it was useless.
"Stop it! Stop it!" she shrieked in terror. She jerked her ass-cheeks back and forth, trying to shake the dog off. But her writhing ass seemed to turn the crude dog on even more. Prince shoved his snout into her cunt and nuzzled his pointed nose into her hole, spreading her pussylips and slipping his tongue into her cunt-channel. His tongue sliced into her cunt and raked lewdly along her cunt-walls, which spasmed uncontrollably.
Gloria shook and her face became terribly contorted as she tried to maintain control over her emotions. She couldn't believe that this was really happening, but as Prince sluiced his dripping tongue in and out of her slick pussy, she knew that there was no stopping the nasty animal from raping her.
"Go get her Prince! Yeah! Lick that little girl's pussy, Prince! You deserve a nice little piece today, boy!"
Stunned, Gloria looked up from her awkward position in the stocks. The man who was laughing and goading on the dog in his lewd behavior was the tall, thin man in coveralls. She remembered meeting the stone-faced man when she had first arrived at the Academy."
She knew Prince would obey him. He was the dog's master.
She looked up at him with pleading eyes and said, "Please, Mister. Please stop Prince. He ... he's molesting me. He's licking my pussy!"
"So what," the man replied coldly. "Prince has the run of the Academy. He's licked all the other girls' cunts. And, he's fucked plenty of them, too. What makes you think you're so goddamn special, anyway? Shit, Prince is a real stud. But he doesn't care for animals. He's specially trained, and he prefers to suck and fuck girls like you."
Gloria shook her head in disbelief. The man spoke so matter-of-factly, as though the thought of a dog fucking a girl was not the least bit strange.
"What is wrong with you?" she asked confusedly. "You can't just stand by and let this dirty dog fuck me!"
"Watch me," he replied tersely.
Gloria's attention returned to the lewd action that was going on behind her. Being restrained in the stocks, she couldn't actually look, but she could easily tell that the big German shepherd was getting very horny as his tongue sliced into her cunt. The dog barked a few times and began to hump her creamy thigh. She grimaced as she felt his hairy ball-sac rubbing against her flesh. Then she felt Prince attempting to mount her from behind.
She realized that Prince was going to fuck her doggie-style! How utterly perverted and humiliating!
"Good God!" she wailed hysterically.
She felt the lecherous German shepherd humping further and further up her thigh, rubbing his animal-cock on her flesh. The dog leaped up, put his paws on her shoulders and, hunching his back, he barked and lunged forward. His long red cock split her cunt lips apart and slid into her tight pussy.
Gloria's body tightened and her cunt-muscles instinctively convulsed and quivered, trying to stave off the vicious bestial attack on her young pussy. She twitched her ass, but Prince hung on, barking and sniffling in her ear. His thin animal-cock drove deep into her cunt, wet and hot and throbbing.
The grotesque feel of his long, thin, pulsing prick trapped inside her cunt made the girl shudder with revulsion. There was no way to keep the dog from raping her! And the tall thin man would do nothing to stop Prince, either.
The dog's cock sliced into her pussy, making a lewd sloshing sound as it slid in and out of her cunt.
Speechless, she writhed about in the stocks, jerking her hips about. But no matter how much she moved, she couldn't manage to shake Prince off. His thin prick slid in and out of her tight cunt in rapid uncontrolled movements. The animal was going wild as his prick fucked lewdly into her pussy. Then he barked and his furry body stiffened.
A quick spurt of animal-cum shot into Gloria's ill-used cunt and washed along her cuntwalls. She cried and shook, flailing her hair about as the brutal reality of the awful experience hit her.
The German shepherd was cumming in her pussy!
She pursed her lips, clenched her teeth and closed her eyes tightly, trying to shut out the disgusting truth. God! she thought. She would never be able to forget this horrid experience. She would never be able to face herself again.
She would go insane!
But the dog's vile attack was over. He slid off of her, pulling his drooling dog-prick out of her cunt.
Gloria could feel the dog's cum dripping from her cunthole and running down her thighs. It was revolting! So horribly degrading! This must be what Hell is like! She thought as she wallowed in self-pity. She was living a nightmare. Gobs of cum leaked obscenely from her pussy hole. She felt so unclean.
"Come on, Prince," the man said, laughing loudly at the humiliated girl. "You've had enough cunt for today. That should keep you satisfied, Prince."
The man patted the German Shepherd's head and led the dog out of the room. Prince turned and stared through his big eyes at Gloria, licked his lips, then followed his master.
"All right, let's go, Gloria," Uncle Richard said calmly as he stepped into the room a few moments later. He unhooked the stocks and pulled Gloria to her feet.
She looked terrible. Her pretty hair was a mess, and her body ached from being confined in the stocks. She shot her Uncle Richard a look of loathing. He responded by slapping her across the face, jarring her teeth with the wicked blow.
"What the fuck's your problem, cunt?" he snorted. "I just took you out of the stocks and you look at me like I'm the devil or something. You should be more grateful."
Gloria had no patience left. She was prepared to speak her mind, no matter what sort of punishment she would receive. "You fucking bastard!" she hissed. "How could you keep me in this evil place? My God! I was just raped by that gross German shepherd!"
Uncle Richard smiled, puffed on his cigar and replied, "Well, Gloria. You must have had it coming." He shrugged and shoved her roughly to the floor. "Now I'll have to clean you off, dammit! Shit, girl, you're more trouble than you're worth."
He stepped over to the corner of the room, unraveled a garden hose, screwed it into the faucet and turned the water on full-blast.
The water splashed all over her body, and Gloria shivered from the cold. Goose-bumps formed on her flesh as the man hosed her down.
"Spread your legs, bitch," be snarled. "You want to get your cunt all cleaned up don't you?"
"Yes," she quickly blurted.
She felt so unclean from that nasty dog. Perhaps if her pussy were washed out, she wouldn't feel so creepy. As she spread her thighs apart, exposing her cunt, Uncle Richard stepped forward and without hesitation rammed the nozzle into her cunt. The water splashed into her pussy, shooting in concentrated streams. It hurt terribly, and she flinched and waved her arms in the air, gesturing for the man to stop.
"Let's get your cunt real good and clean," he said cruelly as he began shoving the nozzle deep into her cunt.
Gloria flailed about on the floor, but no matter how fast she moved, her Uncle kept on top of her, shoving the nozzle deeper and deeper into her cunt.
He kept shouting at her as he pumped the nozzle of the hose into her pussy: "Yeah, let's get your cunt all cleaned up, bitch! We can't have you walking around with your pussy filled up with dog-cum, can we?"
"That's enough! Please!" she shrieked as the hose pummeled her pussy, washing cold water through her cunt and causing her to shiver from the cold, wet jet-stream that coursed through her young, abused cunt.
Finally, Uncle Richard pulled the hose out of her cunt and turned off the water. He laughed and puffed on his cigar.
"My, my, Gloria. You look like Hell again. Shit! It seems like every time I see you, you've just been raped by a dog. You just never learn, do you? You just can't keep your cunt away from dog-cocks!"
"What are you talking about?" she responded. "Good God, Uncle Richard! Have you gone absolutely insane?"
Uncle Richard's face flushed with anger and resentment. His features hardened and he stepped forward, kicking the girl in the side.
She flinched in pain and rolled over, clutching her aching side. The pain from the kick was unbelievable. She saw stars and blacked out for a moment.
When she came to, the pain began to subside and she felt a firm tugging on her neck. She was stunned to discover that her uncle had a dog collar on her. He stood over her, tugging her by the leash he held In his hand.
"You seem to like to behave like an animal, so you'll simply have to be treated like one," he snorted as he tugged on the leash and pulled her forward.
The collar bit into her neck, and she scrambled forward on her hands and knees.
"Where ... where are you taking me?" she asked meekly as she fought back her tears.
"To the torture rack, where you'll be severely punished for your lewd behavior," he replied coldly.
She bit her lip and broke out crying. What more could they do to her?
The torture chamber that housed the rack was a dreadful-looking place. Located in the basement of the mansion, the chamber was like a medieval dungeon. The walls were of gray stone, several feet thick. A small window with steel bars was the only way for air to get into the room. In the center of the torture chamber was a long, heavy wooden table with rods at either end and a crank used to pull the rods apart, thus stretching the unlucky victim.
Gloria gasped with fear as her eyes took in the dreadful diabolical rack. "Y-you're not gonna put me on that thing, are you?" she said, wide-eyed.
"Why, yes, my dear little niece. You must be punished, and this is as a good a way as any. After you're tortured on the rack, perhaps your behavior will improve."
Uncle Richard had a threatening leer on his heavy face. He walked over to a control panel and pushed an intercom button.
Leaning forward, he spoke into a hidden microphone: "Maxwell, this is Richard Havermeyer. I have your newest student down here in the dungeon. She must be punished for her filthy behavior. I think you'd enjoy assisting me."
"I'll be right down," Maxwell said through the loudspeaker.
Gloria didn't like the tone of Maxwell's voice. She imagined that the cruel headmaster was rubbing his hands together with evil delight as he thought of torturing her.
"Okay, Gloria, climb upon the rack," Uncle Richard instructed coolly. "Don't be difficult, now."
"You're out of your ever-loving mind!" she screamed. She backed around the rack and of reach.
Uncle Richard strode purposefully to a wooden cabinet, opened it, and took out a cat-of-nine-tails-the most menacing torture implement Gloria had ever seen. Nine thick black leather thongs hung from the end of a heavy leather handle that was a foot and a half long. He fondled the nine thongs in his hand, running the leather strands through his fingers.
Staring at Gloria with half-glazed eyes that were slitted like razorblades, he stepped forward and lashed out at her with the whip.
She dodged the first whip-stroke, but she was not quick enough and the cat-of-nine-tails slashed across her tits.
"Owwwwwww!" she shrieked as the whip landed on her naked ripe tits. Her sensitive nipples stiffened and pointed skyward at the touch of the leather tendrils. "Stop it, Uncle Richard! You ... you don't know what you're doing!"
"I know exactly what I'm doing," he replied as he whipped her repeatedly. The cat-of-nine-tails slashed across her naked tits with brutal force. "Yeah, I love it!" Uncle Richard shrieked with glee. He was in a frenzy as he whipped his wretched captive.
Gloria looked into her Uncle Richard's icy-cold eyes. They told her that she was wasting her time with vain pleas for mercy. Her Uncle Richard relished whipping her. He looked like a madman, driven with diabolical lust and sadistic passion. Driven with the urge to whip and humiliate his niece.
Again and again the evil whip slashed across her tits. She flinched with every blow. Her face flushed with pain and her muscles twitched as she steeled herself to receive the lashing strokes from the horrid whip.
Dashing around the rack, she managed to escape the man's next blow. She leaped onto the rack, jumped down on the other side and had a clear path to the door of the dungeon, which was partially ajar.
Her eyes lit on the door and she dashed toward it, looking back and seeing her Uncle Richard stumbling and falling hard on the floor in his haste to thwart her escape.