Chapter 6
Dripping shiny, slippery cunt juice, the dildo withdrew from Nancy's cunt. It came free with a little pop and bounced up, slinging droplets of pussy sauce over the girl's butt. The gaping cunt lips pulsed in and out, drooling a trickle of pussy oil, and then Nancy collapsed in a heap.
At a gesture from Miss Proctor, the small girl in the riding habit squirmed reluctantly away from the captive. When she stood up, her belly and thighs shone with a coating of her pussy oils and Nancy's saliva. Her cunt fur was a black mat.
Nancy stirred and moaned softly as the saddle and bridle were taken off her. The little brunette carried them off as the two who had put them on Nancy originally came out once more, still dressed in vests and boots. This time they were carrying a low bench.
They set it down beside the limp form of the girl. Nancy offered no resistance as they lifted her up and draped her over it. She only seemed to wake when one of the semi-nude girls clasped handcuffs around her wrists with a cool click.
"What's going on now?" she demanded blearily. The pair ignored her as they crisscrossed straps over her lower back, securing her buns up naked to the bench.
The shiny pink dildo wagged like a tail as Miss Proctor walked over to stand before her naked prisoner. "We're about to start the next act," she declared, putting her hands on her hips, "and you're the main attraction again."
Craning her neck, Nancy gazed up at the headmistress. The dildo jutted from her scarlet-haired crotch in imitation of the greedy, ramrod-stiff cock of every man in the audience. Above the harness strapped to her full hips, Miss Proctor's waist was narrow and her belly firm and flat. Her jugs were big, milky melons crowned with fat areolas and pointy pink nipples. She wore a black ribbon around her graceful neck. All in all she was a terrible, elementally erotic figure. Nancy felt her pussy twinge in response to the animal sexuality the redhead exuded, much as the stiff cocks of the paying customers must be doing.
"Wh-what are you going to do to me?"
Miss Proctor laughed and clapped her hands.
"Oh, we're going to give you a very special treat," she smiled. The brunette, still in hat and boots, came out carrying a large mirror on a stand, which she set down by Nancy's head. "And you're even going to be able to watch the show yourself. Aren't you grateful? These gentlemen paid a lot of money to see what's about to happen to you-you can watch for free!"
She threw back her head and laughed at Nancy's puzzled, anxious expression. At the same moment the crowd gasped. "Look in the mirror, sweetheart," Miss Proctor told the girl. "You're about to meet Macho."
Nancy looked at her for a moment, not comprehending. Then she flicked her gaze to the mirror, and her liquid amber eyes went big.
She saw Macho, all right. He was big and muscular and black, with brown throat and muzzle. He was the biggest Doberman Nancy had ever seen.
And he was supposed to fuck her!
She struggled wildly, but the straps and the cuffs held her tight. "No, no," she pleaded. "Don't let them-you can't!"
"What's the matter?" Miss Proctor asked sweetly. "Macho is a real stud. It's not every girl who gets to fuck a champion like him!"
Cold wetness probed Nancy's ass. "His nose!" she wailed. "He's got his nose up against my butt!"
Miss Proctor was unfastening the dildo. "He's just smelling your pretty pussy, my dear. That's how he'll get the idea. Once he smells those hot cunt oils that were flowing so freely a minute ago, he'll get this great big doggy hard-on, and then he'll fuck your juicy cunt!"
She turned her head to stare wildly at the audience. Surely, somebody would protest. What had gone before was bad enough, but this! No real man could sit by and watch a helpless, naked girl savagely raped by an animal. It was too forbidden, too disgusting. "Help me," she begged the onlookers.
Tense white faces bobbed above the footlights, some sagging into middle age, others lean and young. Nancy looked into those blurry faces, and knew deeper despair than she had ever known before.
There was not a man in the audience but who was bursting with the anticipation of watching the huge dog fuck the helpless girl.
The dildo clattered to the floor. "Get to it, Macho boy," Miss Proctor commanded. The dog seemed to peer at Nancy's cunt. Then his long pink tongue lolled out.
Wetly, it laved over the downward-smiling slash of Nancy's cunt. She shuddered at the touch. He touched the pucker of her asshole with his nose, and lapped at her pussy again.
"Stop him!" The force of her outcry made her tits juggle where they hung over the side of the bench. The watching men chuckled and elbowed each other appreciatively.
Nancy looked into the mirror. She saw the black bulk of the dog. Another flash of pink as he tongued her cunt, then she saw him gather himself and lunge forward.
She screamed as Macho mounted her, then her cry trailed off as his weight forced the air from her lungs. Instantly he wrapped strong forepaws around his narrow waist and began thrusting with his hindquarters. A slimy hardness poked into the cleft of her ass. She squealed and writhed, trying futilely to wiggle free of her bonds.
An excited murmur ran through the crowd. "Stop it, stop it," Nancy pleaded in a ragged voice. "Won't somebody help me?"
"What? And ruin the show?" Miss Proctor laughed. "Never-this is what our audience comes to see, not a PTA talent night!"
The animal's foreclaws raked Nancy's sides. His bristly belly hair scratched her back. The repulsive feel of his eagerly stabbing cock was almost driving Nancy mad. She couldn't take it! At any second the beast would find his target, and his nasty prick would bury itself in her pussy.
"Aii!" the girl yelped sharply. Her jaw dropped and her eyes bugged in disbelieving horror. "His cock is in me! It's in my pussy!"
Frantically, Nancy tried to squirm away from the throbbing hardness of the canine cock that had invaded her cunt. She stared wildly at the mirror. The dog was standing stock still, tongue hanging. He seemed to be pausing to savor the sensations her struggles caused in his cock. Hot saliva rolled down his tongue and dripped onto Nancy's spine.
She shrieked wordlessly. Her wrists were raw from the chafing of the handcuffs. Every muscle in her desirable young body tautened with effort, but the straps held her firmly in place, belly down and exposed to the dog's lusting attention.
"God! It's throbbing! I can feel his heartbeat!" The captive adolescent gagged in nausea. Her pussy, the most intimate opening of her body, had been invaded by the awful, slimy cock of a dog-an animal! She was spoiled, degraded. What man would want her now? Who would want to have his cock enfolded by the same pussy lips that had accommodated a dog's prick? She thought of her brother Greg, and the look of sick horror that would cross his face at the thought of fucking his dog-raped sister.
Hysterically, hopelessly, Nancy Redmond began to cry.
At last Macho began to fuck the unwilling human in earnest. His muscles bunched under his glossy black hide as he slid his hips back, then contracted in a powerful surge as he drove his stiff cock home. Unwilling or not, Nancy's pussy was still well-oiled from her reluctant arousal at being dildo-fucked by Miss Proctor. The hot, thick scent of hungry cunt filled the dog's sensitive nostrils, inflaming his lust. The walls of Nancy's cunt surrounded his probing prick in a liquid, loving embrace.
The spectators gasped in unison. A trace of envy began to tinge their horniness. God, the beast was powerful! His cock was much smaller than even a diminutive human prick. But what human male could piston his cock in and out of a cunt with such incredible, furious speed? The big Doberman looked to be well-named.
Sucking sounds issued from Nancy's violated cunt. Her belly squirmed. The walls of her pussy channel seemed to shrink away every time the dog's cock thrust inside them, but Nancy knew this was an illusion. She could tell by the way the black beast rolled his eyes and panted, drooling constantly, that her slimy cunt membranes seemed to Macho to be sucking eagerly on his cock.
Her head swam. The bright stage lights burned into her brain. The rising babble from the thoroughly randy male audience ate at her consciousness. What a hideous humiliation! The thought of being forced to perform sex acts on stage, before an audience of horny businessmen, would have appalled the innocent, virginal Nancy Redmond of a few days ago. The idea of performing oral sex on another girl-or being screwed by a woman with a dildo, would have horrified her. The thought that she had done both, and worse, enjoyed it, was already torturing her.
But to be tied up and publicly raped by a Doberman Pinscher-that was unbearable!
The tears flowed freely. Nancy wanted to die.
Incredibly, Macho was continually stepping up the pace of his fucking. His tongue flew wildly, spewing froth all over his victim's bare back. The stubble of fur in his crotch was painfully abrading Nancy's tender ass, which still smarted from the caress of the brunette's riding crop.
"No, no, no," the girl choked. Her neck muscles creaked from the strain, but she kept her head up. She was unable to tear her eyes from the awful sight of the black bulk of the dog, hunched over her naked butt like some kind of demon.
The friction of the dog's prick going in and out of Nancy's twat was intense. The slippery surface of the scarlet dog-cock rasped continuously back and forth over the girl's clit. God, she thought, the dog's tiny cock was filling her pussy with as much feeling as Miss Proctor's foot-long dildo.
A strangled scream rose in Nancy's throat. She was getting turned on!
Miss Proctor stood over her, hands on hips, glorious red hair streaming like a cascade of fire down her back. "So you're starting to like it, you filthy little animal."
"No, no, I'm-unnngggh! Not!" Nancy gasped. But she knew she was lying even as she spoke the words. Her pussy had begun to water with desire. Steaming pussy oils bubbled from her cunt and ran down the backs of her thighs. She was unable to tear her eyes from the reflected image of the dreadful beast who was dominating her, violating her, raping her-and forcing her to enjoy it.
"Make him stop," she begged. "Please don't let this go on any more!"
"Why?" Miss Proctor challenged. "Are you afraid you'll show how much you like being fucked by a dog?"
"No." Macho fucked his prick impossibly deep in her now-soaking cunt. "Ahhh! Yes! Yes, I'm afraid of-oh! Oh God, so hard, he's fucking me so hard, I can barely stand it!"
The audience rocked in its chairs. The tied-up teenager was crying out in ecstasy. Ecstasy at having her pussy plumbed by a dog!
She had done it. Her libido had betrayed her, and then her tongue had slipped and shown the world her obscene shame. Nancy Redmond no longer cared. Her clit was gorged with blood, swollen out of its protective hood of pussy flesh, to take in more fully the driving excitement of Macho's cock.
The shame, the humiliation, even the cutting restraints of the straps and handcuffs that held Nancy in bondage-these now contributed to the sharp edge of her passion. She was being fucked by a dog, true, but she was being fucked with more vigor, more intense masculinity than most girls experienced in a lifetime. The last vestiges of inhibition had been stripped from her by her captors as surely as her clothes had been.
"Oh yes! Don't stop! Fuck me hard, big boy. Fuck me forever!" Nancy's voice was still shrill, but now it was the shrillness of lust, not fear, that colored it. "So fast! Keep fucking my pussy so fast!"
Smiling with lewd satisfaction, Miss Proctor turned and clapped her hands. Then regal as a queen, she stepped off the stage and into the audience.
A young executive in a sharply-cut pinstripe suit goggled in amazement as the splendid naked Amazon vision loomed over him. The brilliance of the stage behind her gave Miss Proctor a fiery halo like the corona of the sun. The man stared in amazement at the flaming pussy thatch between her flawless white thighs, then looked up at the fulsome boobs with their hard, hungry pink nipples. Then he gasped as the plentiful jugs swung toward his face!
Nancy's cries were turning into bestial grunts of pleasure. The young businessman actually cringed back as Miss Proctor leaned over his lap. Slim knowing fingers found and unfastened his fly, then fished inside. Coolness closed around the hot hard bar of his cock. Gently, Miss Proctor tugged the prick out into the open. It stood from the man's crotch vibrating like a tuning fork, a thick meaty bar of cock, big and brown and hairy.
"Mmmm," Miss Proctor said, running a coral tongue over carmine lips. "Looks good." With no more preamble, she bent her head, her mouth opening to a red oval.
Like lava her hair spilled into the surprised, staring executive's lap. And then Miss Proctor's lips ringed the fat head of his cock! Her tongue touched the tip of his prick, burrowed into the tiny opening at the very end of the rigid cock. The man let out a gasp of delight and slumped in his chair.
As the moist, slurping sounds of Miss Proctor's cock sucking mingled with the sounds of Macho's prick delving in and out of Nancy's cunt, and Nancy's sobbing moans of illicit delight, the other girls came out onto the stage. The leather girl who had led Nancy out, the pair who had saddled and later tied her, the full-boobed brunette who'd ridden her, the willowy, sadistic blonde-all stepped from the stage into the audience. Leather rustled, spurs jingled, boot soles thumped on the floor, and then the swarm of mostly-naked nymphets was out among the members of the audience. The assembled citizens gaped in wonder, then drooled, then were galvanized into action as the girls presented willing mouths, firm tits, dripping, hungry cunts, and pert asses for the customers' lustful attentions.
The man sitting next to the one Miss Proctor was expertly sucking off eyed her ass hungrily. The cheeks of the headmistress' butt were pale, almost silvery in the light, perfectly matched mounds of inviting, resilient female flesh. Below a wedge of crimson cunt fur peeked from between her thighs. Pearls of aromatic cunt honey glistened on the red strands, beckoning.
Miss Proctor, with her nose buried in the first man's crotch and his cock burning like a firebrand all the way down her throat, looked sidelong at the other. She raised her head, slowly. The spit-glossed length of cock slid out between her lips. "What are you waiting for?" she asked when the conical cock-head came out of her mouth. "Jump right in, the pussy's warm!"
Immediately the man began to fumble with his trousers. Miss Proctor turned her face back to the dripping, pulsating prick. Her tongue came out and began to spiral around and around the inflated head of the businessman's cock. In a matter of seconds she felt something hard poke at her rump. She let out a long sigh of satisfaction as a long, skinny cock slid between her thighs and up her pussy.
The second man found himself fucking into a warm, wet, and willing pussy. The hot-haired schoolmarm was fired up and ready to go! He stood for a minute with his prick balls deep in the oiled inferno of Miss Proctor's cunt. Then he gasped.
The statuesque redhead's cunt had grasped his cock like a hand and squeezed! His throat tightening, his balls already beginning to boil towards climax, he began to fuck the luscious headmistress of the Proctor Reform School for real.
Sounds like someone walking through a swamp issued from Nancy's cunt. She was saying, "Oh, oh, oh!" in time to the rhythm of the Doberman's fucking. The tempo of her cries increased as the tempo of his plunging cock picked up.
The captive girl was tossed by harsh winds of primitive, bestial joy. Who cared that this was an unnatural act, a perversion to disgust the sensibilities of even a sexually liberated person? Macho was giving Nancy a simply unbelievable fucking, and for her that was now the only reality.
The sole part of her mind to remain detached was marveling. How could he keep it up? Instead of flagging, with each passing second the dog was fucking her greasy cunt with more and more energy. From the tension in his trim canine body, the strength with which hairy forepaws clamped her middle, she knew the dog was rising inexorably toward the crest of orgasm. She herself could feel incredible pressure build up inside her body, and knew that shortly she would come with cataclysmic force.
More nude, teenaged girls had emerged from the wings. The audience was a mass of naked and half-naked bodies, fucking and sucking in every combination imaginable. The seated, youthful exec was writhing in his seat, groaning at the delightful torment he was enduring from Miss Proctor's lips and tongue. She would swallow his cock-every inch of it-then run her tongue around and around the hefty pole of prick. When it seemed to the recipient of this treatment he could take no more, she lifted her head, with her teeth lightly clamped on the cock, so that it seemed the pulsing prick was being flayed by hundreds of tiny knives. The man's head tilted back and a trickle of saliva ran from a corner of his mouth.
As the man whose cock she was sucking fumbled with her hard-tipped, plentiful jugs, Miss Proctor rolled her ass around and around the plunging, skinny cock of the man standing behind her. Her graceful body was sheened with sweat. The silk stockings gleamed on her thighs. And all the time the well-trained muscles of her pussy were constantly working over the older man's cock. It felt to him as though his prick was being expertly milked by a hand wearing an oiled latex glove.
The drama being enacted on the stage was being forgotten as the spectators found more immediate things to occupy their attention. The willowy blonde, nude but for knee-high orange and red striped socks, lay on her back sprawled over the backs of two chairs, one in front of the other. She feverishly massaged her small, cone-shaped tits as she sucked off two men at once. Another knelt on the seat of a chair, between her slender spread thighs, and fucked his cock in and out of her brimming, blonde-rimmed snatch. Her cunt passage was tight as a fourteen-year-old virgin's, and her ecstatic writhing twisted the elastic tube of her pussy in a million directions around his thrusting cock. His eyes were closed and he was slobbering on her pale belly.
The leather girl who'd led Nancy out at the end of a rope sat in what there was of the lap of a paunchy middle-aged used car salesman, who was jamming the firmest, most demanding hard-on he'd had in fifteen years in and out of her tight, wet pussy hole. He seemed to be intoxicated by the fresh odor of the cunt sauces puddling on his thighs. Meanwhile, the brown-haired girl leaned over his shoulder to lick the cock of a young banker as if it were a rich, meaty lollipop.
The banker was unused to having his prick lapped at so expertly. After a few delicious moments of tonguing he shuddered and grabbed handfuls of short brown hair. His cock pulsed and spurted thick white jism over the leather girl's tongue like toothpaste squirting over a toothbrush. Maddeningly, she swirled her tongue around and around his fountaining prick. It intensified his orgasm till it hurt. All the time, she kept the quivering, spurting cock held carefully in position with a dainty hand, directing the flow of creamy come into her waiting mouth.
The little rider was also sitting in an older man's lap, but this one had his spit-smeared cock rammed to the hilt up her butthole. She did not need to fuck herself up and down on the rigid prick impaling her trim white butt to whip the man's passion-and her own-to a steaming lather. Instead she rolled her ass around and around his lap, twisting and turning this way and that as though her hips were mounted on ball bearings. At the same time her ass squeezed and teased the anally-embedded cock with every bit of the exquisite skill Miss Proctor's educated cunt possessed.
Unlike the leather girl, the rider had her back to the man fucking her, so that she could expertly jack off the man standing before her with her huge tits. Her tiny hands rolled the cushiony mounds of succulent flesh around and around the hard, purple-veined cock of a man who ran an ad agency in town. With his pants down around his knees he was moaning softly and moving his hips back and forth, fucking his cock between those pliant mounds of tit like a heated iron bar. The girl's head was bent, and when the shiny head of the man's cock speared up out of the crevice between her tits, her lips and tongue met it for a moist, maddening instant.
Up on the stage, Nancy was unaware of the orgy that had suddenly sprung into being. All that existed was the blurry black image in the mirror, and the small but powerful cock reaming her twat from behind. Her body was full to the bursting point with passion. She had to give vent to her raging lust, or she thought she would explode.
"Hurry," she begged, forgetting the beast could not understand her. "Oh, hurry and come. Fill my pussy with your hot white jism. I want you to come in me when I come and I can't hold out!"
Her voice rose in an ecstatic wail. Her mind exploded in a kaleidoscope of colors. It was too late! Macho's pounding canine prick had brought her off too soon, and there was nothing to do about it.
Yet the lovely adolescent was not to be denied her wish to feel her cunt fill with the dog's jism as she came. The first convulsive clamping of her pussy muscles set off the charge in the dog's furless ball-sac. He grunted and hunched forward with all his might, and then shot his load up the girl's squirming pussy.
"Gaaaahhh! I feel it!" Nancy sang. "I feel your jism spewing into my cunt. Oh God, it burns! It's like acid-it burns so n-n-ni-i-ice!"
Orgasm after orgasm piled into Nancy with sledgehammer force. Climactic pleasure drove away her ability to form words, and her cries turned into the grunts and squeals of a rutting bitch. At that instant she was an animal, completely and totally, and having a huge Doberman's cock blowing off inside her cunt was the most natural thing in the world. She was in heaven.
Miss Proctor's sensitive ears caught the thrill of orgasm in Nancy's cries. The little slut's got off, she thought. It set off her own orgasm. The man fucking her from behind practically had a coronary as her cunt crushed his cock like a velvet bear-trap. The first wad of his jism sprayed clear to her womb before he knew what hit him, and then the redhead's climax was sucking sperm from his prick in a firehose stream.
Dog come filled the roiling channel of Nancy's cunt. The stuff welled out around the red canine cock, which was still fucking in and out of the human pussy with short, jabbing motions. Nancy couldn't get her breath-she couldn't stop coming! The contraction of her pussy was sucking incredible amounts of come from the dog's balls. She could feel the big animal trembling with the fury of his own orgasm.
Come dripped from Miss Proctor's steaming gash. The load of jism in the nuts of the man standing weak-kneed behind her had long since run out, but still his cock was bucking and jerking, trying to pump nonexistent semen into the sucking, slurping, greedy cunt it was fucked into.
Miss Proctor swallowed the cock in her mouth. Her tongue slithered around it like a slimy serpent, and then her head was filled with the acrid tang of jism. "Oh, Jesus!" breathed the young exec in the chair. He mauled her tits savagely as his ass bounced off the auditorium chair, fucking wads and wads of his come down the headmistress' eager throat. She sucked and swallowed till the man's cock was spewing faster than she could swallow. The foaming jism leaked out her red-lipped mouth, and still she sucked with the force of a vacuum cleaner.
One of the girls who had helped put the saddle on Nancy's back was lying on her back in the aisle with her legs spread and her knees up, fucking the daylights out of a skinny kid of eighteen or so whose father had brought him to the Proctor "Talent Night" as a special treat. Her blonde hair lay like a cloud around her head. The other girl, with hair black as the dead of night, was down on all fours gobbling hungrily on the father's prick. Her slim thighs straddled the blonde's upturned face. The yellow-haired teenager ate noisily at the black-bearded pussy. The gangly youth was slurping at the brunette's asshole, trying to get his tongue inside. All of a sudden the raven-haired girl relaxed her sphincter muscle, and the kid's tongue shot an inch and a half up the girl's butt. "Gaa-ak!" he exclaimed, and came.
The blonde girl tongue-fucked the brunette frantically as the boy's come boiled into her pussy. The brunette started shifting her hips, as though unconsciously. The blonde girl realized her friend was about to come. Her tongue popped from the other's dribbling slit and she started sucking ravenously on the brunette's large clit.
The black-haired beauty screamed with ecstasy around the thick plug of cock in her mouth and came.
Slowly, Nancy was drifting back to reality. She was experiencing a curious sense of detachment, as if she were no longer herself but some third person watching the actions of Nancy Redmond, without actually being involved,, The weight came off her body. She shifted as Macho dropped to all fours. He sniffed once or twice at her come and cunt-juice sodden twat. He lapped the loose-lipped gash several times, and trotted off into the wings.
The girl turned her head and blinked out at the audience. She gasped at what she saw.
Miss Proctor was jacking off two men. The girl who had worn the rider's habit was just pushing herself off the paunchy man's lap, come leaking from her distended asshole. To Nancy's amazement, a man was fucking her tits. With the cock out of her ass, the black-haired rider sat back down and devoted her attention to squashing the pillowy globes of titflesh around the thrusting cock.
Before Nancy's startled eyes, a white stream shot from the tip of the prick. It hit the rider in the nose. She moaned with delight. Leaning forward, she began smearing her mouth around and around the spurting cockhead. Jism was everywhere on her face, on her lips, her chin, up her nose, on her eyelids. Several powerful surges of come spat clear to her hair. She opened her mouth and put the dome-shaped cockhead inside.
Sperm dripped from the rider's chin onto her full jugs. The nipples were swollen and looked ready to burst. Her hands played with the tits as the cock vibrated between them. Lowering her head, she began to take the still-shooting prick down her throat. Her hair fell over her face. Gooey white strands of come glued the black hair together. Nancy looked away.
Miss Proctor had quit jerking off the two men. Her fine slender hands were now spreading wide her globular buttocks to ease the entry of a rigid cock into her asshole. She saw Nancy staring at her from the bench just as her anus opened and her butt wiggled onto the spar of prick. Her emerald eyes widened a fraction of an inch, and she smiled.
A drop of sperm ran from a corner of her mouth. It rolled down her chin and fell to the floor as she bent over to push her ass down the ungreased shaft of prick sticking into her.
Nancy closed her eyes. At once it hit her: where she was, what was happening-what she'd just done.
She had just been fucked by a dog. But it was worse than that. Far worse. She had enjoyed it.
A despairing cry broke over the crowd like a wave. Above the sounds of fucking and sucking, cocks plunging in and out of assholes and dripping slits and tantalizing full-lipped mouths, of cries of lust and sobs of passion, a sound rose.
The sound of a young girl crying for her innocence.