Chapter 11
"You're not actually going to let him do that, are you?" Mark asked incredulously. He was lying on the couch, fingering his soft cock, propping his head up with one hand and watching what was happening in front of him.
"Shut up! You've served your purpose," Ms. Burns said impatiently.
Wendy was kneeling on her hands and knees now, her thunderous tits pulling deliciously at her upper chest while the nipples nearly touched the surface of the mat. "Now, boy."
The words made the girl's heart pound like a bass drum. She could hear the animal scrambling behind her, his toes scraping over the mat. Then there was the sensation of Bruno quickly crawling on top of her. His heavy, furry body pressed down onto her, making her elbows bend out and her jaw slacken.
"Ohhhhh!" she gasped, turning her head away from the Doberman's snout as he slid onto her back. She felt his powerful hindquarters moving nervously behind her as he tried to regain some balance. The dog's forelegs slipped around her belly now while he nestled his head between her shoulder blades. Windy groaned under the furry warm weight, her arms shaking from the pressure. Against her thighs she could feel the dog's long, bony cock sliding up toward her cunt. She remembered how that cock looked . . . long, red, slick, glistening, covered with all kinds of weird bumps! And now he was going to fuck her with that ugly thing!
"No, NOOOOO!"
But what was the use? Ms. Burns was standing close to them, holding that crop threateningly in her hand, smiling down at the girl as she was being raped by this wild dog! Mark certainly wasn't going to help her. He was Ms. Burns' trained stud, her flunky, someone to take care of her pussy when it grew hot! Wendy's lover was this . . . ohhhh, this dog!
"That's it, dear, just think of him as a man . . . a big, strong, hairy man who wants to fuck you in this position," Ms. Burns said encouragingly.
But Wendy knew all too well what was on top of her. The animal's toenails scratched her sides while his belly brushed over her back. This was it! She was actually going to be fucked by a dog, and no one was going to stop it!
The grip around her waist tightened. She could feel the Doberman's body trembling, shaking with lust while his forelegs pressed in around her rib-cage. A steady, low nervous growl came from Bruno's throat while his body shivered. The young blonde felt him moving behind her slightly, his cock sliding closer and closer to her pussy.
And then it happened! Her belly jerked and tightened. For a second, Wendy was racked with a series of dry heaves while waves of nausea swept over her. Bruno's prick moved up, up through the wiry jungle of her pussy hairs up to the center of her cunt hole. He held it there for a second, adjusting his fucking position, gripping her harder than before, then tightening her thigh muscles and driving in.
The young woman cried out, snapping her head up, closing her eyes, biting down on her lower lip when she felt the dog's pointed cock pierce her cunt, slip past her cunt lips and start to sink into her pussy hole. "Ummmmm!"
His hot prick sank in deeper. The blonde teenager cried out with a mixture of disgust and excitement. As awful as this act might be, Wendy finally felt the satisfaction her pussy needed. She snapped her head from side to side, her long blonde hair whipping across her face and the tops of her whitened knuckles. Hot tears of lust and shame rolled down her face as she cried out again and again. The long, knobby cock was reaming out her cunt, splitting her in two, taking care of the itchy ache throbbing between her legs like a festering wound.
Bruno whined, lapping at the back of her neck, then settling down and starting his fucking. She felt surrounded by the dog. The young woman wanted to knock him off. And at the same time, she wished he'd stay on top of her, fuck her until she passed out from pleasure.
"Nnnnnnghhhhh!"
Wendy was groaning uncontrollably now. She felt warm, dribbling streams of doggie cum oozing from his cock and washing against the sides of her pussy walls. Only the first inch was buried inside her cunt and already the girl was screaming as if he'd been fucking her for hours. She clawed at the mat, tearing the material with her fingernails. Her toes fanned out while her knees spread farther and farther apart. Wendy felt the slippery bumps and knobs on his cock slip past her cunt lips and bury themselves in her pussy.
"Good bitch, good girl, show us what you're worth. That's it, Wendy, show us what you're good for," Ms. Burns cooed, growing excited once more as she watched the young woman getting fucked.
Finally the Doberman hunched up his powerful hindquarters and drew out his long cock, slamming it forward again harder. There was little technique with a dog. He simply wanted to mate with her, dump his spunk, then climb off and lick his shrinking cock.
Well, that was fine with her. Wendy grunted like a stuck pig when she felt the big knob banging against her cunt lips. It pressed in hard, making her cunt pucker inward. Her face registered surprise and horror. With a wail, the young woman closed her legs together, squeezing her ass muscles, making every effort to keep that fat knob out of her pussy. Instinctively, Wendy knew something that big would hurt her.
But Bruno was determined to slip that knobber in her. He tightened his grip around her waist, bracing himself against the backs of her legs, pressing forward, working his ass from side to side, doing anything to work that knob into her cunt. "NOOOOOO!"
The dog growled in frustration, his hindquarters moving around quickly as he tried for better leverage. But the knob of his cock was too large for Wendy's tense, tight ring of muscles. Work at it as hard as he might, the Doberman found it finally impossible to slip it into her pussy. "NOOO, NOOOOO!"
Wendy kept screaming, dropping her head between her sagging shoulders and sobbing crazily. Her tears fell freely now, wetting down the mat and the backs of her hands. Bruno's rhythmic, hard fucking shook her body.
"AH, AHHHHHH!"
Wendy's tits swayed back and forth, her nipples dragging over the slick surface of the mat. Saliva rolled out of the Doberman's opened mouth and trickled down onto Wendy's back and neck. His hunching grew faster and harder. He drove his big knot against her cunt lips again until the air in the room echoed with a loud, squishing sound.
The blonde teenager's body stiffened and trembled. She could feel the tip of his prick banging against the pit of her cunt.
"Man, she's goin' for it," Mark commented, impressed.
"Wendy's one of the more interesting girls here at the institution," Ms. Burns said, tapping the crop against her thighs once more, looking down with a pensive smile at the grunting blonde.
"OHHHHHH!"
Wendy groaned and sobbed, pushing her forehead against the mat. She could feel the Doberman's hairy balls slapping loudly against her butt. She felt her belly turning over. Her head spun around like a merry-go-round. She was sure she was going to pass out. Ohhhh, how her pussy was clutching at the fucking animal's cock! She could feel her cunt walls buckling, milking the fucking cock, grabbing at it and actually trying to pull it in.
Then Wendy realized Bruno was going to come. He was shaking like a leaf on top of her. He let out a high-pitched whining sound. Ohhhh, her pussy was about to be filled with animal spunk! "Ohhhhhh, God in heaven, help!" But Wendy didn't want any help. She clawed at the mat, jerking her head from left to right, feeling every square inch of her body throbbing in time to the beating of her bloated clit! She cried out again and again, clawing at the floor, at the mat, wishing she could embrace the dog as he dumped his load of cum into her. The girl broke out into a series of hoarse, choked cries of lust while Bruno shot his spunk into her. "AHHHHHH!"
More and more doggie jizz shot out of the Doberman's prick, filling her cunt. His small, powerful ass shook as he drove his haunches down harder and harder.
"That's it, dear, take it, take it all," Ms. Burns cooed, rubbing the crop now over her cheek.
"Mmmmmmm!"
Wendy screamed, feeling her world collapse around her. How wonderful it was! The dog's climax seemed to last forever, turning the girl into a wild, hot bitch. When it was finally over, the Doberman slid off Wendy and dropped to the floor.
"Oh, God," the girl cried, falling to one side and curling up into a fetal position. Slowly her pussy cooled down and she was able to more calmly assess what had just happened. She thought of the dog, of what he'd done to her, of how she'd received him. Closing her eyes, Wendy jammed her hands in her mouth to keep from laughing and screaming at the same time. Ohhhh, she had to be mad, completely insane to have done this terrible thing! Reform school! That thought made her laugh hard! Every shred of decency, of morality, of self-pride had been stripped from her by this so-called reform school!
"What you've done is bad, Wendy. Do you realize that?"
The young woman sobbed again, moving her head up and down in agreement. She still remained curled up, her ass to one side while Ms. Burns poised the crop in a ready position.
"Then you know you have to be punished."
It took some time for the girl to realize what was happening. Slowly the older woman's words sunk in. Punished? There was more to this game! But she was so tired, so exhausted! How could they possibly imagine she could play along now?
Suddenly her ears caught the whistling sounds of a riding crop cutting through the air. "AIYEEEEE!"
There was a sharp slapping sound as the leather instrument sliced across her asscheeks, making them jiggle from the force of the blow. Wendy threw out her hands, her body snapping around, and rolled over onto her belly. She covered her eyes, knowing there would be no escape from this half-mad woman.
"Hey, careful or you'll hurt her," Mark protested from the couch.
"Shut up or I'll have you down here," Ms. Burns retorted.
"Oh, please, don't hurt me, don't scar me," Wendy pleaded in a tiny voice.
"All these years I've been looking for someone like you," Ms. Burns began, holding the crop over the blonde teen's head threateningly. "Young, innocent, yet eager to try all kinds of sexual things. Now I've found you and I'm not going to let you go."
Wendy shivered at the woman's, words. Ms. Burns' face was white with anger and lust. The girl could see more creamy cunt foam oozing from between the headmistress' bloated cunt lips. Those pussy lips . . . how angry, how red they appeared under the thick covering of black wiry cunt hairs!
"OHHHHHH!"
Another blow made the girl twist her head around and claw at the mat. The leather crop cut across her firm rounded asscheeks. Wendy cried out for help, knowing full well no one would come rushing in until Ms. Burns was ready to leave. Her shoulders tensed in anticipation of the blows that were to come.
"OH, OWWWWW!"
Ms. Burns whipped two hard strokes against her asscheeks. Wendy wriggled her hips in a vain attempt to shake off the burning pain. How oddly that agony mixed with a growing sense of urgency in her pussy. At first the girl thought she was mistaken. But no, the heat created by the blows from that crop was actually stimulating her cunt! How odd, how wonderfully odd! Ms. Burns seemed to know everything that could excite her! Was this so terrible? Was this any worse than that awful puritanical atmosphere in which she was raised at home? At least she was having fun here, satisfying a crying need in her cunt that for the past few years she'd been trying to ignore!
"OHHHHHH!"
Again and again the crop came down, turning her ascheeks into a dual set of red glowing globes. Her ass felt as if someone had applied a blowtorch to it. The girl's hands clawed at the mat. But really she did nothing to stop the older woman from beating her. Her body convulsed as the punishing blows kept on raining down on her unprotected ass.
"STOP, OH GOD, STOP!"
But Wendy secretly wished for the beating to continue. Ms. Burns understood her perfectly and increased the intensity of the blows. The crop kept up its punishing. The pain became more and more mixed with the burning pleasure in her pussy. Wendy's flowing pussy oil washed out all the animal's spunk. She was clean once more, cleaned by her own flowing juices.
"OHHHHH!"
Two more fast cuts of the crop struck against her asscheeks. Her body started to shake in convulsive jerks. She felt once more as if she were on the brink of losing her mind. Oh, God, would she give in?
"Mark, come over here. Fuck her. Wendy needs a fuck," Ms. Burns said.
"After the dog . . . you kidding?"
Ms. Burns smiled, turning around to him.
"And what makes you think you're any better than a dog. Besides, she's clean. Look," Ms. Burns said, pointing to the washed out puddle of animal spunk. "Windy, crawl over there to Mark and beg him to fuck you."
Willingly, the girl did as she was told, painfully getting on her hands and knees and crawling over to the reclining instructor.
"Please, please fuck me. I need a fuck," the girl said. What had she become, begging for a fuck!
"Sure, sure," Mark said a little uneasily, taking her up in his arms, folding his arms around her and rolling her under him. Wendy sighed as she felt his cock sinking into her swampy pussy. After the first few thrusts, the young instructor seemed to forget about what had happened earlier between the blonde and the Doberman.
"Yes, my willing slave, a true partner," Ms. Burns whispered to herself, climbing onto the couch, dropping her head and caressing Mark's hairy asshole with her tongue while reaching down and working her fingers over his balls.
Wendy loved what was happening to her. Yes yes, she would be Ms. Burns' willing slave. She overheard the woman whispering to herself. How she loved having her cunt beaten, licked, sucked, fucked. To hell with the outside world! To hell with the idea of being set free early! Now she'd found herself . . . found herself in this hellhole institution! How perfect! Nothing, no one could stop them in their search for sexual fulfillment. Mark, Jackie, Ms. Burns, perhaps others . . . they would all join her.
"Oh, baby, you're nice, fine and hot," Mark groaned, rubbing his cock against her clit.
Yes, yes, hot for a long time, Wendy thought to herself as she scissored her legs around his back and hunched up to him. And in the background was Ms. Burns . . . always in marvelous control, lapping at her cunt, his cock. How wonderful!