Chapter 7
Wendy moved her shaking hands down over her cunt once more. She could feel how soaked she was. She felt the Doberman's tongue lap at her fingers, then move between them back to her pussy. When she dragged her fingers back up her belly, they made streaks. Ohhh, how chilly and hot her cunt felt! She could feel the muscles around the throbbing ring of her pussy pulsing, tightening, relaxing, getting ready for a powerful come. It was going to be wonderful, hot, heavy!
"No, no!"
The animal kept licking her fuck slot, growling, drinking in her sour-tasting pussy juice. Wendy felt her circuits overloading. She was whimpering, sobbing, biting her lips, thrashing on the floor as if someone were stabbing her! Her eyes glazed over and rolled up in her head while she clenched her thighs together, trapped the dog between her legs and dipped and plunged and wiggled her ass high in the air. The motion of her butt added to the sensations breaking out around her cunt. She was moving so fast that a sweat broke out on her forehead and upper lips. She could hear the wet smacking sounds of the dog's mouth against her pussy. She was going to come, explode, climax right in the growling Doberman's mouth. How awful, and yet how terribly exciting.
The girl started to laugh hysterically, her body jerking and nearly knocking the dog off. Ohhhh, yes, yes, the slick clicking of the folds of her dark red cunt echoed in her ears. Somewhere in the background she heard a woman scream. Was it Jackie? No, no, it was her own voice, choked, shaking, high-pitched, letting everyone know her climax was about to erupt!
"AHHHGHHHHH!"
Wendy jammed her fingers deeper in her wet cunt slit, rubbing the tips over the spit-slicked pussy lips, caressing her cunt as the dog tried to worm more of his pointed snout into her hole.
Thrilling spasms of lust raced through her body. Everything seemed to float away from the blonde teenager as she reached her peak. "OHHHH, GOD!"
Wendy snapped her head back, jerking forward, rubbing her knees against the sides of the Doberman's head as fire raced down her thighs, up her belly, making her tit tips twitch. The young woman could feel the fiery climax explode through her cunt, making her scream, cry out, claw, bite at everything in sight. If only she could have her pussy filled! But even without that wonderful sensation, this had to be one of the most powerful climaxes she'd ever experienced! And it had been with a dog, a damned dog!
When she finally opened her eyes, Wendy found herself on the floor, her head buried in her arms once more. The animal was still in front of her, backed away some three feet, staring hotly at her. With much effort, the blonde teen managed to prop herself up and look at him. What a beautiful, powerful animal! And then she saw something that made her mind freeze. His cock ... his dark red, slick, knobby, pointed cock had slipped all the way out of its furry sheath and was jerking against his belly. She'd noticed it several times before, but her sexual heat had made her forget it quickly. If he had tried to fuck her before, she would have taken it into consideration. Now calmed down, the young woman studied that weapon nervously, wondering if Ms. Burns had other plans for her.
"That's quite enough punishment for them now," the older woman said, straightening herself and smoothing down her gown. Although she managed to keep a relatively calm exterior, Wendy was certain the headmistress had become highly excited during her round with the animal . . . perhaps had even come when she did.
"All right, girls, you know what'll happen to you if either of you cause trouble," Hilda said, reaching down and untying the bonds that held Jackie. Wendy stood up and swayed uncertainly back and forth. She felt dirty, violated, foul! The dog trotted back to Ms. Burns' heels when the headmistress snapped her fingers.
"Oh, God!" Jackie moaned, slumping forward, weakly reaching up and trying to cover her injured tits with her torn dress. Wendy saw several dark red marks on the girl's tits. They'd tortured her friend while she was thrashing on the floor, enjoying the hellish treat of being licked off by an animal!
"Here, let me help," Wendy said, feeling riddled with guilt. She took Jackie in her arms, helping the brunette across the room and into the corridor.
"Your morning shops will be rescheduled. You'll receive your new assignments at lunch," Ms. Burns said matter-of-factly.
"I can't believe it. She acts as if nothing's happened," Wendy whispered, tightening her grip around Jackie's waist as they began climbing the steps to the first floor. The girl felt shame and confusion and most of all impatience with herself. She was far too young to be experiencing all this sexual perversion! Something odd, sick had happened to her . . . to Jackie as well. They were supposed to be in a reformatory, a place where they were to receive help to rehabilitate their lives. Instead they were being used as pieces of meat to satisfy perverted appetites. Wendy concentrated on helping her friend who moaned from pain. She'd think about her part in this later . . . later when she was alone.
I'll kill that animal if he comes near me again, Wendy thought to herself as they reached the top of the stairs.
"Back to your cells," Hilda barked. "I'll let you out during lunch."
A few girls were in the corridor and lowered their eyes immediately when Wendy and Jackie came into view. Their clothes, their expressions, the way they walked, everything spoke of punishment. Though the girls were curious and sympathetic, they knew better than to ask questions. They might be the next victim of Ms. Burns' punishment.
"Let me stay with her," Wendy begged as they reached Jackie's room.
"Rules!" Hilda said harshly, placing one hand between the brunette's shoulders and shoving her forward hard. Jackie stumbled through the doorway and fell on her face. Her body lay sprawled on the floor as the matron slammed the door shut and locked it.
"When . . . when can I see her again?" Wendy stammered as they moved to her cell.
"Lunch, whenever," Hilda said, shrugging her broad shoulders and indicating with a nod of her head for Wendy to enter.
The young girl did as she was told, sitting on the edge of her bed for nearly thirty minutes, staring blankly at the cement wall in front of her. Ohhh, how guilty she felt! Images of what had happened ... of her and the dog, of her and Mark, of her and Ms. Burns raced through her mind. What kind of person was she becoming? Even though now in calm, cool reflection she saw the evil and horror of her actions, the blonde teen couldn't help but smile when mental pictures of what she'd done flashed across her mind. At times Wendy tried to shake them off, think of her home, think of her mother and father.
But then the images snuck back in, flashing across her brain, making her breathe excitedly and wish that the sexual experiences wouldn't stop.
Lunch came quickly enough. Hilda opened the cell door and motioned silently for her to follow. The other girls in the cafeteria stared silently at both her and Jackie as the two girls stood in line, receiving their food. As they ate, neither girl dared say a word. They glanced up, noticing several of the matrons studying them. Both were afraid to do anything that would incur the wrath of Ms. Burns.
That attitude stuck for the next three days. Both Jackie and Wendy had been reassigned to laundry. The work was hot, hard and tiring. Neither of them heard what had happened to Mark, although there were rumors he was still at the school teaching classes. For three days both Wendy and Jackie washed out clothes, slung armfuls of hot, wet laundry into the dryers and waited in hundred degree temperatures for the clothes to be done. In the evenings, the blonde was so tired she skipped dinner, preferring to get the extra hour of rest.
On the fifth day as Wendy and Jackie were returning from the basement laundry to their cells, the matron guiding them was stopped by another attendant.
"Wait, girls."
The two women whispered for a few seconds, then separated.
"Ms. Burns wants to see you both," Hilda said, smiling cruelly.
"Oh, God!" Wendy muttered under her breath as she turned and followed Jackie down the main corridor.
When they walked into Ms. Burns' office, they were surprised to see Mark sitting in one chair. It was the one Wendy remembered being seduced in one week ago by the headmistress.
"Hilda, lock the door."
Wendy stood frozen to the spot. She knew Ms. Burns had something cooked up for them . . . something sexual, something degrading, something exciting!
"Sit down, girls," Ms. Burns said, motioning to a leather couch opposite the chair Mark was sitting in. Wendy and Jackie did as they were told, glancing uncomfortably at the young ceramics instructor. The blonde teenager studied his face, trying to find out what had taken place before she and Jackie arrived.
"Well, isn't this cozy, now . . . the teacher and his young pupils." Ms. Burns' voice rang with irony. "You know, Mark, I've had to punish these young women for having, uh, let themselves lend you their favors."
"I'm sure the punishment was severe," Mark said, his eyes narrowing as he stared at her.
"Of course. This is a penal institution, not some trashy motel. I've been thinking about what has happened to you . . . and about our little session several days ago," Ms. Burns said, glancing at the two teenagers. Both blushed furiously and stared at the carpet. "I've heard much. Now I want to see all of you perform in front of me."
"What?" Mark barked out, his eyes widening. He stood up and stared in disbelief at the tall woman. It was then that Wendy realized the young instructor had no idea of what was going on. He probably had no idea to what depraved depths Ms.
Burns and her help could sink to.
"Come, come, you shouldn't be so bashful," Ms. Burns said, smiling gently at him. "After all, considering how many students you've seduced since I've hired you, you should be pleased to show me your . . . technique," the headmistress said, reaching up with one hand and patting the tight bun of hair on her head.
"But . . ."
"Shut up, Mr. Laughlin," Ms. Burns said severely. "If you wish to remain here at the school, and if you don't wish me to investigate you further and jeopardize your teaching career, you'll do as you're told."
Wendy saw the shock register on Mark's face. So, now he'd finally come to realize just what kind of trap he'd fallen into. Wendy felt something almost like triumph flash across her mind. The master had been mastered. There was some gratification in that thought.
"You've got two lovely young women in front of you. What are you going to do about it?" Ms. Burns asked, resuming her friendly, coaxing tone of voice.
"I . . . don't know," he said softly, staring once more at both Jackie and Wendy.
"Fuck them!" she ordered dryly.
Mark stared at the headmistress again, then turned around and started unbuttoning his blue flannel shirt. Wendy felt her pulse racing. It had been four days since she'd had any kind of sexual stimulation, longer since she'd had a man touch her. As she watched the thick-muscled instructor peel off his shirt, then reach down and begin to unfasten the belt holding up his khaki trousers, she felt her pussy tighten, grow hot, tingle with that deliciously strange sexual electricity that drove her mad with lust. Glancing quickly over to Jackie, she could see the brunette was having the same kind of feeling.
"Yes, yes, this is going to be interesting," Ms. Burns muttered, her breathing growing more labored. For an instant, Wendy thought the older woman would want to be included in their three-way orgy. But she saw the head mistress slip behind her desk and sit down in the high-backed leather chair, leaning back, folding her hands together and resting her chin on her knuckles.
"I don't know what your game is, Ms. Burns," Mark said, sliding his trousers to the floor, then stepping out of them. The older woman smiled, her eyes focusing on his bulging piss-flap.
"The same one as yours, Mr. Laughlin. The same one."
"Wendy?" he said, stepping out of his jockey shorts. His semi-rigid cock lengthened and grew stiff as soon as the young woman stared back at the tall, good-looking instructor.
"Go on, Wendy, touch him, suck him, fuck him, do what you did last week. You too, Jackie.
And I think you girls would be far more comfortable than you are now without your clothes. Strip."
Wendy saw she had no choice. Sighing, blushing, the girl stood up, reached down and pulled her shift over her head. Jackie did the same, letting the garment float on top of Wendy's.
"Good, good. Now just don't stand there like a couple of statutes," Ms. Burns said, her voice betraying a high level of excitement. "Do something." Wendy felt some reluctance. Even when she had been alone with Mark, she had hesitated to initiate any action. She responded, was one to be ordered around. The blonde teen hesitated, glanced at Jackie, at Ms. Burns, then at Mark. The young man seemed to grow more at ease as the seconds passed. He seemed to feel that if Ms.
Burns got her jollies from watching other people fucking and sucking, so much the better. He wanted to keep his position there at the reform school. The pay was good, the hours fine with plenty of spare time for his own interests, and the girls supple and willing for sexual encounters. Smiling broadly at Wendy, Mark moved forward, his long stiff prick slowly wagging from side to side while his hairy balls swung back and forth.
"You've got a beautiful set of tits, you know that Wendy?" he said, reaching out and touching both high-riding tits.
The young woman closed her eyes and sucked in a deep breath. Would he be so willing to touch her if he knew she'd made it with a dog? Would either Ms. Burns or Jackie say anything?
"Ohhh!"
The young man was rubbing his fingers over her nipples, taking the half-inch long red tips and rolling them like peas between his thumbs and index fingers. Wendy sighed once more when she felt him squeezing her tit tips, pinching them until she stood on tip-toe and fell forward onto the big man. Ohhh, how her tits seemed to swell, how her cunt throbbed in time to the blood pulsing through her nipples! For an instant Wendy forgot about Jackie, about Ms. Burns sitting behind her desk, watching what was happening with apparent detachment. She felt the big man's fingers, felt his hands rubbing her tits, felt his hairy chest touch her nipples. He moved closer. Wendy shuddered. She felt his hard cock touch her cunt hairs, then press up against her bloated cunt lips. Ohhh, was she acting too much like an eager slut? How could she control her pussy now when she couldn't control it at a far more critical time?
"Ever been rimmed? Ever have your asshole fucked?" Mark whispered in one ear.
Wendy's eyes widened. No, no, of course not! What kind of sickie did he think she was? The blonde teen backed up and gave him a dirty look.
"No? Of course not," Mark said, correcting himself while moving his gaze to Jackie. "But someone else around here has."
Wendy stared at her friend in shock! At first she couldn't imagine letting a man's cock slide up something as tiny as a woman's asshole. Then she remembered how shocked she had been seeing Jackie suck Mark's cock that first time. Then she couldn't imagine a woman doing that. Well, maybe Jackie could degrade herself like that. But she wouldn't let him debase her like that. The animal was the last straw. She'd hold on to what sanity, what pride she could muster up. She wouldn't fall again!
"It's not so bad," Mark said, taking her by the shoulders and leading her back to the couch.
"Bend over."
"No, no, get away from me," Wendy cried, twisting around and slapping across the face. She backed away, seeing the shocked, angered look on his face.
"My, a fighter," Ms. Burns commented wryly, pleased at the show she was getting.
"Little bitch," Mark said, his face darkening while he rubbed the injured spot on his face. He jerked one arm out, taking the blonde teen by the arm and twisting her back around to face him. "When I get through with you, you won't be able to sit down for a week."
Wendy cried out again, snapping back one hand in another attempt to slap him. But Mark was faster, grabbing both her wrists and twisting them until she squealed in pain, throwing her head back. He kept twisting harder and harder, grimly smiling as the young woman sank to the floor.
"You'll break her arms!" Jackie cried, covering her mouth with both hands, too terrified of Ms. Burns to do anything other than verbally object.
"Yeah, right in the fuckin' dirt, bitch," Mark muttered between his teeth.
With a backward shove the young instructor pushed the girl on her ass. Wendy flailed out both arms as she struck the floor and scooted back several inches. "Now roll over."
The young woman shot an appealing glance at Ms. Burns. But the headmistress only looked back coolly, obviously pleased at the way things were going. Wendy shivered, then did as she was told.