Immoral people capitalizing on the innocence of others to attain their goals-a story as old as man. The Bible, history books, law books-all contain examples.
And when the innocent victims are young, the story is so much sadder . . .
Wendy Beddingfield is the victim of immoral people. A young teenager, Wendy finds herself in a sinister reform school. After being forced to suffer one humiliation after another at the hands of the depraved headmistress, she becomes little more than an obedient animal, catering to the whims of her jailor.
CAPTIVE VIRGIN-the shocking story of an innocent girl learning the sordid truth about human nature. A story with a lesson for our uncaring society.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
The sharp orders echoed off the cement block walls of the reformatory auditorium.
"No cigarettes until after dinner, no talking while marching from class to class or shop to shop, and no back talk!"
Wendy Beddingfield squirmed uneasily in her seat, adjusting the rough woolen prison dress that had been given to her a few hours ago. She kept her eyes focused straight ahead, too terrified to look in either direction at the other girls trapped here.
"This isn't a resort, girls," a tall, middle-aged woman continued from behind the podium. She paused for a moment, scanning her audience with a cold stare. "You're in here for various crimes, and we're here to reform you." The woman fought down a cynical smile, placing her hands on the podium and tilting up her chin. "As far as I'm concerned, we're here only to provide the discipline most of you didn't receive at home ... the main reason why you're here."
Wendy nervously bit her lower lip and brushed back her long blonde hair. No, that hadn't been her problem. Her parents had been too restrictive, trying to protect her from boys, from drugs, from alcohol. That's why she started running around with that fast crowd at school. And she hadn't even had time to taste the forbidden fruit denied her by her mother and father.
They had all been caught in the middle of a stupidly planned jewelry store heist. Because there were no guns involved and because they were all under eighteen, they were assigned to a reform school for six months. Wendy arrived at Herbst Institution near San Bernardino three hours ago. In that short time, she'd been stripped, searched, verbally abused, given this shapeless woolen gown, then marched like a prisoner of war with the other girls into the auditorium.
"If you cooperate, your stay here at the Herbst Institution will be, if not enjoyable, at least tolerable. You may even learn a thing or two you can use on the outside. However, I can assure you that harsh punishment will be used for those who disobey."
Wendy shivered, feeling her flesh pucker up into goosepimples. There was something in the head matron's voice, a coldness, a hardness that made her stomach turn over. She nervously glanced to one side and saw several tall, white-clad female guards standing against the walls of the large room. This would be her world for the next six months.
"I've covered most of the essentials. You'll all receive your schedules when you've been assigned to your rooms. Matrons?"
The guards walked quickly up front and received lists from the head mistress. Wendy heard the various women start calling out names, ending with a "follow me." The girls quickly jumped from their seats and scrambled to the aisles, most of their faces masks of confusion and terror. Wendy sat up and listened for her name.
"Wendy Beddingfield."
She jerked, then stood up, quickly moving toward a growing group of girls gathered around a tall brunette matron.
"Follow me."
They marched out of the auditorium two-by-two, eyes focused ahead. Wendy felt her heart beating fast while her pulse raced madly. This was all wrong! She shouldn't be in here! She wasn't a bad girl! She'd just made one mistake! Oh, God, why were the judges so severe? She hadn't hurt anyone!
"You, wake up!"
Wendy snapped out of her daydream, realizing the other girls were looking at her. They were all standing in a long, brightly lit corridor. On either side of the white tiled walls, doors stood opened. The smell of a strong disinfectant hung unpleasantly in the air.
"I told you, you have room eighteen. Move!"
Wendy rushed into the room indicated by the frowning matron. It was small-ten by ten, furnished with only a small metal-framed bed, wash-stand, toilet and wooden chair. A small, barred window in the back wall looked out onto the bleak exercise yard. Wendy sighed as she heard the door slam behind her. This was her home! How different it was from the pleasant upstairs bedroom she had at home.
"Ohhhhhh!" the girl wailed, covering her face with both hands and throwing herself on the small bed. She clenched her fists, gathering the material in her fingers and tearing at it as hot tears finally filled her eyes. "Why? Why?" Wendy cried, sobbing hysterically as the other girls filed silently into their rooms. "God help me, God in heaven, help me.
Wendy went on like this for several minutes before crying herself to sleep. The blonde teenager didn't know how long she'd been unconscious before she felt a heavy hand shaking her by the shoulder.
"Get up, stupid! The headmistress wants to see you."
Wendy twisted her body around and shaded her eyes. It was dark outside already. A bright shaft of light from the hall nearly blinded her. The young girl shaded her eyes, seeing the figure of a tall woman stretching out one hand toward her.
"Wh . . . what time is it?" Wendy stammered, gathering the covers around her.
"Never mind. Don't ask questions around here. Now get up!"
Wendy did as she was told, stumbling over her own feet, hurriedly pulling her dress down modestly over her knees. When she reached the doorway, the girl realized how hungry she was! Had she missed dinner call? Had there been a dinner call?
"This way."
Wendy marched in front of the matron who had taken her to this wing earlier. There were no other sounds than those of her feet and the woman's behind her. Where were the other girls? Were they that quiet behind the doors? As they marched down corridor after corridor, Wendy looked around for a clock, something to give her a time orientation. She needed something to anchor her mind, something that would help her keep her sanity in this mad world.
"In here," the woman said, reaching forward suddenly and opening a large wooden door. "Go inside. I'll wait."
Wendy looked questioningly at the sneering matron, then gathered up her courage and stepped into the large, thickly carpeted room.
"Ahhh, you're shaking. Well, that's to be expected," the head matron said from behind her desk. She motioned for Wendy to come forward. Hesitantly, the girl moved into the room, noticing the richly upholstered furniture, the expensive paintings on the walls, everything that suggested a mansion rather than a reform school office.
"Do you have any questions, Wendy?"
The girl stopped about ten feet in front of the desk, still hugging her body with both arms. She tilted her head to one side, unable to believe the question and the tone in which it was asked.
"N-no. Please, I want . . ."
"Want what, dear?" The headmistress raised one eyebrow, tapping her long fingers evenly on the desk top. "Well, I don't think you'll be so shy later on. In fact, you might prove to be extremely cooperative."
The woman's face brightened as a sly smile curled across her lips. Wendy felt hypnotized. She'd never faced a woman like this before. The headmistress was about thirty-five, tall, light-skinned with thick, rich dark brown hair. Her eyes were a strange blue color and they seemed to look right through Wendy.
"There, sit down there," the woman said, indicating a large, black leather couch to the right of her desk. Wendy did as she was told, still wondering what this meeting was all about. "I noticed you in the auditorium and checked your record. First offense, and for such a silly thing. Too bad. Of course, we can make things rather easy and pleasant around here for you during your stay ... or you can be difficult."
At the word "difficult", the headmistress narrowed her eyes, her voice becoming hard and cold. Wendy shivered.
"Oh, no, I won't be hard to get along with. All my friends ..."
"That's not what I meant, dear," the woman said, closing her eyes and shaking her head from side to side. Wendy felt the blood drain from her face as the woman pushed back her chair and stood up. Only now did the girl realize the woman was wearing an elaborate dressing gown tied loosely around her waist. "We should get to know one another fairly well. I'm Ms. Burns . . . Evelyn Burns," she began, moving her hands down to the belt and slowly unfastening it. Wendy watched in horrified fascination as the robe slowly opened, revealing a dark, thick patch of black cunt hairs bushed around the woman's pussy.
"Please," the girl whispered nervously, lowering her eyes and blushing furiously.
"Oh, surely you've exposed yourself to other women. Have you ever done it to a man?"
The question made Wendy burn with shame. No, no, she'd kept herself pure ... in spite of what her mother and father might have thought, she was still a virgin. Clenching her fingers into two tight fists, Wendy raised her eyes once more.
"No!"
The anger in the answer startled Ms. Burns temporarily.
"Very well, then, with another woman?"
What was this leading up to?
"Please . . . please, Ms. Burns, I . . ."
Wendy watched in horror as the older woman shrugged off the dressing gown and started walking slowly toward her. Ms. Burns' thunderous, high-riding tits swayed gently with each step she took. Wendy felt her flesh crawl, guessing what the older woman wanted from her. She'd heard some of the girls back at school talk about some of the female gym instructors and what they liked to do to some of the girls in private. But this . . . oh, no, it was too terrible to think about. She shrank back against the wall, wondering if she should cry out for help.
"No, no one will come," Ms. Burns said, stopping for the moment and guessing what was on Wendy's mind. "The women who work here are all like me. Isn't that refreshing, Wendy?"
The girl shuddered, frozen with terror and revulsion. There were times when she had been tempted to let men touch her, times when necking in the back seats of cars, she had let someone touch her . . . there. But then she had panicked, knocking away the offending hand, demanding to be taken home or she'd scream rape. She'd kept herself pure. Had she kept herself a virgin for this?
"There, there, it's not so bad," Ms. Burns said, noticing Wendy's tears. "Just lie back and enjoy this."
Ms. Burns stretched one hand out to touch Wendy.
"No!" the girl shouted, slapping the woman's hand away. Ms. Burns' face darkened, her eyes narrowing as she jerked her hand forward and grabbed a fistful of the girl's hair.
"Little bitch," she hissed, yanking down hard. Wendy screamed, her arms jerking up and out as she slid from the chair and fell to her knees.
"Owwww!"
"You'll learn soon enough not to say no to me," the older woman hissed, twisting the girl's hair to one side, then to the other. Hot tears sprang to Wendy's eyes and rolled down her cheeks as she tried to knock the head matron's fingers away from her hair. God, she thought the woman was going to tear her hair out by the roots! Her eyelids fluttered as Ms. Burns moved backward, pulling her onto the carpeted floor back toward the desk. Just when she thought she was going to pass out from the pain, the head mistress let go. "Ohhhh!"
Wendy reached up with both hands and rubbed her scalp. She was breathing hard, not daring to peer up at the panting woman.
"Now, we'll try again. Give me your hand, Wendy."
The blonde teenager looked up and saw the headmistress once more stretching out her arm.
"Oh, God!" the girl moaned, reluctantly raising her arm and giving it to Evelyn.
"Yes, that's right," she purred, caressing Wendy's fingers gently with her own and smiling with triumph. "Out of all those girls in the auditorium, I thought I caught something in your eyes ... a kind of innocence, but curiosity, too."
Evelyn dropped to her knees in front of Wendy, staring hard at her, taking her by the other hand, drawing her closer. Wendy's face flushed and she felt her heart beating so hard she thought it would burst! What was happening to her? This woman was suggesting they commit an unnatural act, something she heard was one of the greatest sins against God and society. And yet she couldn't muster the revulsion, the horror she'd felt only moments ago. Evelyn had hypnotized her with those wide eyes, with her soft speech, with the way she stared at her as she knelt helplessly on the floor.
Now she could smell the woman's subtle perfume, smell her freshly washed hair, as the headmistress drew closer. How strange! Her cunt was growing tight, hot, pulsating. There was that strange throbbing deep in her pussy that she'd felt only at the most passionate moments of necking. It started along her inner thighs, working up to her pussy like an electric shock, making her cunt and asscheeks burn with lust! "Ohhhhh!"
Wendy closed her eyes, trying to blot out the horror about to engulf her. That tickling, burning itch seemed to drain every ounce of energy and will power from her. It was an attack of horniness, making her pant . . . pant for this woman? Oh, God, yes, yes!
The confused, hot young teenager couldn't ignore her body now! Ms. Burns was holding her, breathing on her, staring hard at her, making her pussy burn as if someone had set fire to her thick bush of blonde cunt hairs protecting her cunt lips. She felt shameful and near orgasm and no one had even touched her yet!
"Yes, yes, I see you're feeling it too! Good, very good!" Evelyn whispered, her thin lips curling up into a broader smile. The older woman slid her hands down, her fingertips barely touching the large swell of Wendy's tits. She licked her lips in anticipation, glancing briefly at the teenager's large tits, then moving her hands down to the frayed hem of the girl's woolen uniform dress. "There, much better," the older woman said, slowly lifting the gown over the girl's naked body.
Wendy still knelt on the floor, feeling shame and embarrassment as Ms. Burns pulled the garment over her head. She was naked, stripped before this wide-eyed lesbian! She should be running away, pounding on the door for help. But instead, she knelt in front of the woman, transfixed by the thought of what was about to happen to her!
"Lie down," Evelyn said thickly, moving her hands over the girl's big thirty-six-inch tits. Wendy did as she was told, stretching out on the soft carpet. Evelyn stared down at her, her eyes glittering with an unnatural lust. Wendy studied the older woman . . . stared at her smaller tits with dark, stiff nipples, the boyish hips, the thick patch of wiry cunt hairs, her moist, dark red pussylips. The teenager shivered, knowing full well in seconds this woman would be crawling over her, demanding strange things from her.
"Oh!"
Wendy jerked with a shock. She stared at the hand between her legs, then moved her eyes up to Evelyn's face. The woman was smiling down at her still, the tip of her tongue barely visible between her lips.
"Oh, yes, very, very nice. You've never made it with a man or woman, Wendy?"
The girl bit her lower lip and shook her head back and forth.
"Well, there's a first time for everything. At least, this won't hurt or make you bleed," Evelyn said, slowly pushing the teenager's legs apart and dropping her head. Wendy closed her eyes, wallowing her shoulders over the carpeting as she felt the headmistress' breath against her thighs. Ohhh, she was surrendering herself, giving into this woman! A woman! Wendy couldn't believe she was doing this! The thought of going to bed with someone of her own sex had never crossed her mind before! And yet here . . . !
'' Mmmmmmm!''
I don't feel a thing! Nothing at all! Wendy told herself this over and over again, repeating the words to herself, unwilling at this point to surrender to the headmistress. And yet something was happening to her! She was feeling something. She was getting very warm and very wet between her shivering white legs. Wendy gritted her teeth as she felt the tongue snake through her blonde cunt hairs, push up over her pussy slit, lapping up the juices that were starting to bubble out, moving closer and closer toward her clit!
"Please!" the girl moaned, her lower jaw slackening as she gulped in lungfuls of air. Her face was hot, and it was getting so hard to breathe! She shivered in fear and disgust as Ms. Burns worked one hand around her plump, taut ass and stroked one finger over her asshole. Then the girl felt the headmistress' mouth settle on her clit for an instant.
Tiny electric shocks of unspeakable pleasure raced through her body. The young woman curled her fingers and dragged them over the thick carpet, working her hips back and forth, moaning as she felt her plump cunt lips rubbing together. A tiny trickle of cunt juice oozed down from her slit into her asscrack, burning into her shitter! Ohhhh, how hot she was . . . hotter now than she'd ever been! A shock blasted her mind. Was she a lesbian like Ms. Burns and the other matrons? Oh, no, no, that couldn't be true!
"Ohhhhhh, such a nice, sweet girl with such a nice, sweet cunt!"
At that point Wendy stiffened, her eyes rolling up into her head while her body shuddered as if someone had touched a live electric wire to it. Ms. Burns was sucking on the teenager's clit, working her tongue around the sensitive flesh surrounding it while her hands caressed both the girl's shitter and her cunt hole.
"AHHHHHHH!"
The blonde teen worked her ass in the air in frantic circles, sucking in air through her nose, grunting like a stuck pig while giving her pussy up to the sucking lesbian. She'd never felt anything like this before in her life! Even when some of the boys touched her or when she touched herself at night as she lay alone in bed. No, nothing had even approached this feeling radiating through her body now! is In a moment when Wendy thought she couldn't stand it any more, Evelyn's mouth retreated. The girl sighed half in relief and half in disappointment.
"Is that . . . all?"
Ms. Burns smiled as she slid away.
"No, dear, hardly all."
CHAPTER TWO
Wendy watched with horrified fascination, lying on the carpeted floor, propping her head up with one hand as Ms. Burns reached over under the desk and pulled out a heavy leather handbag.
"If you've never fucked a young man before, my dear, this should prove to be a fine introduction for you," the older woman purred, pulling out a long, white plastic device. The blonde teenager stared at it, feeling perspiration begin to cover her body immediately. She knew what that was ... a dildo, a plastic cock, a substitute for the real thing!
There were times when she wished she could have had the nerve to stop in one of those head shops and buy one. How she shivered at night as she fingered herself, playing with her hot little cunt hole, wondering what it would feel like to have a man's cock inside her, or its substitute? Now she stared wide-eyed at the device being held loosely by the prison matron.
"No," Wendy whimpered. "God, you can't do me with that thing!"
Ms. Burns only laughed and shoved the girl's legs apart.
"It's no worse than a cock. But of course, you've never had one of those between your legs. Too bad," the older woman sighed, studying the dildo while still smiling. "I prefer a young girl like you. But at times I weaken and love to feel a man's cock between my legs."
Wendy was shocked . . . shocked that this sort of woman could have such a position of responsibility and trust. "But this little cock has some advantages over a man. None of that groaning and sweating, and it vibrates like this."
With those words, Ms. Burns reached down and twisted the base of the white dildo. The large plastic cock started buzzing. Wendy shivered as Ms. Burns brought the big knob down against her pussy.
"Ohhhhh!"
Wendy had lost the fight. She felt the plastic cockhead slip up and down her inner thighs, then work teasingly over her cunt lips. The warm vibrations made her cunt tighten and juice. She lowered her head back onto the floor and rolled it from side to side. Gradually she gave into the hot, electric feelings tearing through her pussy. Wendy raised her knees slightly, digging the heels of her feet into the thick carpeting and raising her ass off the floor. She tilted her cunt upward, a silent plea for Ms. Burns to drop the buzzing dildo into her pussy.
"I knew your curiosity would knock out any silly sense of morality you might still have," Ms. Burns said, her eyes glittering in triumph.
"Oh, oh, oh!"
If this was what getting fucked felt like, the young woman wondered why she'd put it off for so long! She couldn't believe the rush of powerful sensations ripping through her pussy right now. Wendy snapped her knees together, milking her thighs against one another, trapping Ms. Burns' wrist between her legs. She groaned through her clenched teeth, whipping her head from side to side. Ohhhhh, how delicious it felt when the headmistress slid that plastic cock in and out, making sure the warm, wet top touched her clit!
The vibrations poured through her cunt, making her clit vibrate like a tightly drawn piece of wire. It was as if her entire body had turned to jelly. The girl shuddered repeatedly as Ms. Burns worked the dildo in and out, twisting it around, reaming out the girl's juicy cunt. Wendy could feel her pussy sucking at the latex prick, trying to work it in deeper. Ms. Burns teasingly pulled it almost all the way out, working the free end around in broad circles, then shoving it in until she felt some resistance. The older woman's eyebrows arched while her smile broadened.
"You are a virgin," she said in obvious delight.
"Yes, yes," she panted, wishing Ms. Burns would go on with the fucking.
"Well, I'm not going to spoil your fun now. I think we can arrange for someone else to do that later."
There was some movement. Wendy opened her eyes and saw the older woman's dark red, hairy pussy only inches away from her mouth! Oh, God, Ms. Burns had twisted around on the floor, moving until they were in a sixty-nine position.
God, I can't do that! she thought to herself. Wendy tried to twist to one side, but that move was blocked by the head matron's thighs. Oh, God, no! She could smell the musky, pungent aroma coming of Ms. Burn's drooling pussy, her cunt edged closer and closer, only an inch away from her eyes. Then all she could see were the red lips of the woman's pussy.
"Eat me, eat me good, Wendy, and I'll make sure you'll never suffer at this prison," the headmistress said in a thick voice.
Wendy didn't have time to think about what was happening to her. The woman's pussy was suddenly pressed against her mouth.
"Mmmmmm!"
Wendy struggled, clawing at the carpeting, wishing she could do something, anything to squirm out from under this terrible woman. Yet something kept her there, something inside her, demanding that the hot, itchy ache between her legs be satisfied. And now she could taste the sharp flavor of cunt juice. It was the first time she'd tasted anything like it-bleachy, with a sharp flavor to it! The young blonde teen shivered. Wendy didn't know what she was supposed to do! The pussy hairs tickled the interior of her nose as Ms. Burns wiggled and squirmed on top of her.
"Eat me, damn it!" the woman snapped.
Oh God! Wendy felt her tongue slip out from between her lips and disappear between the bloated pussy lips of the headmistress. Then she heard Ms. Burns moan something about her clit, so she slid her tongue from her cunt hole and moved it higher. She let the sharp tip dart against her swollen clit.
"Yes, yes, you damned little slut, yes!" Ms. Burns groaned, snapping her head from side to side, shuddering as she pounded her cunt gently against the teenager's flushed face.
"Mmmmmmmmffff!" Wendy responded, moaning in the woman's juicy cunt. Ms. Burns cried out again, working the dildo once more in and out of the girl's pussy. Oddly enough, Wendy was proud of making the woman respond so strongly to her tonguing. This was the first time she had ever had any kind of sex with a human! And wow, how she was making this woman respond!
"Uhhhhh!" Ms. Burns groaned, taking her pussy off the girl's mouth for a second and holding it teasingly over Wendy's puckered lips. She twisted the dildo around like a screwdriver, telling the girl how good it sounded to hear that instrument squishing in and out of her cunt hole! Then the headmistress slowly lowered her pussy back onto Wendy's face, fitting her swollen cunt lips over the teenager's mouth once more.
Wendy attacked her clit with her slurping lips once more, making the older woman actually whimper with excitement. Ms. Burns was going crazy when the girl sucked on her tiny clit, working her tongue over her tumid pussy. The blonde teen now gave herself completely over to that wonderful vibrating plastic prick. She closed her eyes and sucked gently on the older woman's clit while she felt the dildo slide in and out of her cunt, banging occasionally against her cherry. At times, she thought Ms. Burns would lose control of the situation and shove that dildo through her cherry and cause her some real pain. But the headmistress caught herself in time, pulling the dildo away from her cherry while wiggling her ass all over the girl's face.
Wendy felt her cunt muscles tightening around the dildo, hugging it, inviting it in deeper.
"Faster!" Ms. Burns cried.
Wendy shuddered as she felt the woman's thumb stroking her clit. She stuck her tongue deep into Ms. Burns' drooling cunt and touched her clit once more, this time with an index finger. She let her other hand creep toward Ms. Burns' asshole. She heard the older woman moaning in approval as she caressed her smooth, tight asscheeks bouncing above her. Sucking in a deep breath and mustering her courage, Wendy moved her fingers over the wrinkled shit lips, then pushed down and in until one finger was buried up to the second joint.
"Ahhhhhhhh, bitch!" Ms. Burns cried, snapping her head up, then slamming her pussy on the girl's face, leaving small wet marks on Wendy's face.
Fuck me, fuck me! the girl thought to herself. Wendy's thighs were clamped tightly against Ms. Burns' wrist as the woman's hand expertly slid the dildo in and out, faster and faster, reaming out her cunt hole. Her face was pressed hard against Evelyn's pussy. She could feel the spittle and cunt juice trickling down her cheeks. The girl felt a spasm in her pussy, and then another and another. Oh, God, was this it? Was she coming? Her orgasm almost snuck up on her! She was so hot, so juicy! And was it coming to an end so soon? No, no, this was too wonderful to end so soon!
"OHHHHHHHHHH!"
It was too late. The girl felt her pussy walls contracting, actually moving against the dildo, sucking in and out of her pussy hole. Her cunt spasmed with a long, twitching series of contractions so powerful that she raised her thighs off the floor and ground her teeth against Ms. Burns' cunt.
"Little bitch, yes, yes, come, you little bitch, while I come in your mouth!"
Ms. Burns' pussy jerked and her asshole tightened itself around Wendy's probing finger. She felt a fresh torrent of pussy juice ooze from her hole and wet down the still-fucking dildo.
She's coming! Wendy thought to herself as she ground her thighs up hungrily, wanting more of the dildo in her cunt, not caring if it tore through her damned cherry and caused her pain.
But Ms. Burns was very careful, making sure the dildo didn't cause any damage. The two women hugged each other tightly as wave after wave of mind-blowing sensations swept over them. Wendy didn't know how long she'd lain on the floor, her legs spread apart and raised, the plastic cock still buzzing and sticking out of her hairy cunt hole like a spear. Ms. Burns was resting on top of her humming some nondescript tune, waiting for the the girl to come to her senses before moving again.
"Well, Wendy, did you enjoy yourself?"
The woman rolled off, reaching over and gently pulling the dildo out of Wendy's cunt hole and turning off the switch.
"Oh, please, I'm ... so ashamed," she said, turning away from the headmistress. Guilt washed over her like a wave. What had she done? She'd committed some terrible perverse act. Fucking was bad enough, but this . . . fucking with another woman? Oh, God, what kind of hellhole had she landed in?
"Well, there'll come a time when you'll smile at this," Ms. Burns said indifferently, slipping the dildo back into her leather purse, then getting up and slipping her bathrobe back over her shoulders. "Now you must get back to your room and rest. You'll have a full program tomorrow," she said, brushing back her hair, tying the belt tightly around her narrow waist, then reaching under the center drawer of the desk and buzzing for the matron.
Wendy nervously rose from the floor, grabbing her sack-like garment and slipping into it just before the headmistress unbolted the door and readmitted one of the matrons.
"She's ready to go back," Ms. Burns said, smiling knowingly at the other woman.
"Of course, This way, dear," the woman said, stretching out one hand toward the blonde teen.
Wendy shivered. Was this one going to try to make her, too? She shrank away from the two older women, not feeling at all safe until she heard the door locking behind her.
She stood for several minutes in her darkened room hugging her tits, closing her eyes and swaying back and forth as the footsteps of the matron died away in the corridor. Tears rolled freely from her eyes now, streaking her cheeks, falling off her chin! Ohhh, what a foul thing she'd done! And this was only the first night of many more to come!
"God help me!" she cried, feeling her knees buckling under her. Wendy pitched forward, falling onto the small bed. She sobbed freely now, crying herself to sleep.
The next day started out routinely. The wake-up call was a series of loud clanging alarms that scared most of the girls to death. They were all ushered from their cells to a dorm-like bathroom where they showered like cattle. There Wendy learned from some of the others that they had not been given supper. Some of them had heard noises during the night, sounds like people walking in the corridor. The blonde teen blushed, knowing full well it was her and the matron and what those sounds signified. Some of the girls commented on the headmistress, saying softly that she had to be a dyke. Wendy blushed furiously at those words.
"No chatter, girls, or you won't get breakfast either!"
Breakfast was nothing to write home about, but the food was palatable and hot. None of the girls complained about it, nor complained about the shops they were assigned to. Wendy was lucky, she was told, to get a ceramics shop.
"The laundry would take off any fat you've got left," one matron said, pinching her on the ass and grinning foolishly. Wendy shivered, glad she wouldn't have that terrible woman hovering over her.
"In there. You'll be with three other girls for the rest of the day," one matron said, indicating a large gray metal door to the right just outside the cafeteria. "We've got a man teaching in there, so you be careful. Don't want to knock him out the first day, do you?" she said, her face a mask of cynical humor.
Wendy ignored the woman and quietly opened the door. The smell of fresh clay and baking enamel greeted her as she stepped into the large, brightly lit room. Closing the door behind her, Wendy stood by the doorway for several seconds, pleased by what she saw and smelled. Brightly colored pots and vases were scattered on Formica-topped tables. Pictures adorned the walls, disguising the fact that this shop was only a small one in the prison. The blonde teen closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. It was almost as if she were back in her art class in high school. Yes, she was going to like it here! At least this would be an oasis in the reform school.
Her reverie was interrupted by some sounds she heard coming from what appeared to be a back room. At first, Wendy thought it was the sounds of a baking kiln. Cautiously she moved forward, past shelves of half-finished pots, toward the row of barred windows. "Yeah, yeah, baby."
Wendy stopped, feeling her flesh crawl. Those words, that tone of voice ... oh God, instinctively she knew what was happening in that small room! The girl heard the heavy breathing, heard a female's voice moan happily. What should she do? If she left the room, the matrons would want to know what the matter was. Could she get people she'd never met before in trouble? No! She'd just sit out here and wait until they were through.
And yet something drew her forward, making her sweat profusely, making her clothes stick uncomfortably to her hot, wet flesh.
"I don't think I can do something like this," the woman said, breaking off into a giggle.
"Come on, baby," a husky male voice replied.
Wendy thought they would hear her heart beating as she edged up to the end of the partition blocking the rear room from full view. She grabbed one end of the partition and cautiously peered around. What she saw nearly brought her to her knees.
A tall, handsome, dark-haired man in a white smock was standing spread-legged some five feet in front of her. His back was toward her. The girl could see his trousers were already wrapped around his ankles. In front of him was a brunette on her knees, completely naked! Her smock had been discarded and lay wrinkled behind her on the floor. "Take it and suck it!"
Wendy saw his prick as he turned slightly to one side. Ohhhh, how it made her heart pound! It was so long, so thick, so meaty ... far more attractive than that white latex thing Ms. Burns had fucked her with yesterday evening! And it seemed to get harder and longer with each passing second!
"Ohhh, I don't know if it will fit," the girl giggled, wiggling her naked butt in the air. The ceramics instructor had his fingers cupped gently around the brunette's head, working them back and forth through her hair.
"C'mon, Jackie, you don't want me to tell the headmistress you've been uncooperative, do you? That laundry wouldn't do your hands and face much good."
"You bastard!" the girl murmured, leaning forward until her lips were pressed against his bulbous, dark red cockhead.
Blackmail! He was actually threatening the girl unless she sucked that thing! She stood there, watching the couple, frozen in shock. The girl's mouth opened and the man's cock slipped easily inside. He kept his hands clamped to the sides of Jackie's skull, dipping his ass slightly, working hips back and forth, fucking her mouth just with his cockhead while keeping the full nine inches of his prick out of her mouth for the time being.
The brunette hummed happily, reaching down and rubbing her fingers back and forth on her cunt until they were wet with hot pussy juice. Wendy found herself gulping in lungfuls of air when she heard the slick clicking of Jackie's fingers rubbing against her pussylips mix with the softer sounds of the girl's mouth on that hard hunk of cockmeat!
"Shit, yeah, baby, gimme that head!" the big man groaned, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back.
It was so dirty, obscene, yet Wendy couldn't turn her eyes away. What she and Ms. Burns had done yesterday was nothing better! At least these two were different sexes!
"Shit, yeah, baby, that's good."
Wendy felt herself melting. If only she could trade places with that girl! Oh, if only she could feel a man, a real man doing that to her!
CHAPTER THREE
"Uggghhhhhhh!" Jackie groaned.
The big man's hips were sawing back and forth, back and forth, each movement driving his prick deeper into the girl's eager mouth. Wendy watched in fascination as the girl's cheeks caved in. She could hear Jackie gurgling happily, her fingers rubbing faster and faster over her juicy pussy. Some brown hairs hung over her face as she whipped her head back and forth, slathering down the big man's prick with spit.
"Yeah, whip that tongue on me. Clean them tubes, you cock sue kin' whore!"
Wendy wondered how the girl could take all that cock. The big man was shoving almost all the thick nine inches of his prick into Jackie's stretched mouth. He pulled out until only his cockhead stayed clamped between the brunette's lips, then lunged back in, pressing his hairy balls against her lips. The fingers of both hands curled tightly in Jackie's hair as he started really driving his prick in and out of the teenager's mouth.
"Yeah, baby, grease down my cock. Shit, best head I've had in months!"
How could someone like this be allowed to teach in an institution for girls? Did Ms. Burns know about what was happening here? Then she remembered the matron's remark about her not knocking him out on the first day. Did they know about this stud? Yes, yes, they had to at least suspect!
"Oh, God!" the big man breathed.
Wendy felt her pussy growing hot, actually moving as the instructor fucked Jackie's mouth furiously. It was obvious he was going to fuck her mouth until he came. Wendy was paralyzed. Should she stop what was happening in front of her? She said nothing, feeling her tongue and lips working, wondering what it felt like to be sucking something that long and thick! Then suddenly Jackie was struggling back.
"Don't come in my mouth," the brunette pleaded. She had just jerked her lips off the big man's swollen prick.
"What?" The big man looked down at Jackie, his face a mask of anger.
"Please don't come in my mouth!"
The big man nodded, his lips twisted into a taut grin. He jabbed his spit-slicked cock back between the girl's lips, his fingers pressing hard against the sides of her head once more.
"Ohhhhh," Wendy groaned softly, leaning against the partition. She felt her legs weakening under her. Yes, yes, she was hot, oh, so hot, wishing she could be with those two, feel the man's hands move freely over her body, touch her cunt, touch her tits, her stiffened nipples. The blonde moved her hands over her tits, squeezing them, rubbing the rough material over her nipples until she was gasping for air. Ohhh, how she ached in her cunt just from watching!
"Yeah, slide on that fucker, suck harder, move that tongue around," the instructor ordered.
Watching him pound his cock in and out of Jackie's mouth, Wendy squeezed her cunt muscles together, rocking back and forth in time to the instructor's fucking. Oh, God, she knew it would be wonderful being fucked like that, having that driving lump of meat stabbing into her hot cunt hole over and over again!
Jackie's face became suddenly contorted. Her lips twisted wildly around the instructor's cock while her head bobbed furiously up and down, back and forth, sliding tightly around the full length of his cock.
She's enjoying it, going crazy with it! Wendy thought excitedly.
The brunette inmate bounced her ass up and down in joy while she slid two more fingers into her pussy. The girl was loving every second of this degradation. Her tongue followed when the big man pulled his cock out for a moment, gripping the head tightly to keep it from shooting off too quickly.
"Want it Jackie? Want it bad?" he whispered hoarsely.
"Yes, yes, oh, God, yes," the girl panted, her eyes glazed over with lust.
"Then take the whole fuckin' thing, you hot little slut."
He jammed the full length of his nine-inch prick back into the girl's mouth. Wendy slipped her hand under her dress, working her fingers greedily over her bloated, greasy cunt lips. She felt her own excitement peaking, her cunt quivering under her movements. Ohhh, how she tried to fulfill the wild need tearing at her pussy.
"Aaaahhhhh!" Wendy sighed, closing her eyes, tightening her ass, impaling her pussy on her fingers, feeling her slick cunt walls sliding over her jabbing digits. Ohhhh, how she wished she could have that dildo. How she wished she could feel that man's long, thick cock shoving her pussy around! The girl's hips swiveled around. It seemed as if the entire world existed only for her cunt. She was so tight and wet and hot at the same time. She couldn't think straight. All she heard, all she saw was cock, cock and more cock!
Wendy jammed her pussy down on her groping finger.
"Ummmmm!" she groaned, her shoulders shaking violently as she rubbed her clit against her knuckles.
At the same time, the instructor grunted and drove his hips forward, sinking his cock once more all the way into Jackie's mouth until his fat balls were brushing the girl's smooth chin. Jackie was sucking hard, her cheeks sunk around his large cock. Then suddenly the instructor was panting like an exhausted stallion, his face white, his eyes bugging out. Both young women knew what was about to happen.
"OHHHHHHHH, FUCK!"
White jizz sprayed out from between the girl's tightly pursed lips. She gagged and coughed, reaching up and pushing herself away from the coming stud.
"Man, man, take it. TAKE IT!"
But Jackie had no intention of swallowing cum. She jerked back, spitting out the mixture of cum and spit onto the wooden floor. The big man had to content himself with spraying his spunk all over the girl's face, into her hair, into her eyes, groaning and swaying.
Wendy exploded. Her cunt throbbed like a festering wound. The blonde teen jabbed her finger in and out, in and out like a small fucking cock. It felt as if the entire world had crashed into her coming pussy! The young blonde groaned, leaning heavily against the partition, almost pitching forward. The spasms were so powerful they almost hurt as she kept jamming her fingers in deeper and deeper.
"Unnnnghhhh!"
Wendy finally lost her balance. She stumbled forward, catching herself too late. She fell against the big man, startling both him and Jackie for a second. Her tits pressed against his shoulders. It felt as if someone had shoved a hot iron against her nipples. The shock of contact ran through her and ignited an afterglow that forced her into another wild series of coming spasms. Her pussy seemed to tear apart with this insant pleasure.
"Well, who've we got here?"
"I . . . I," Wendy stammered, catching herself and backing away. She was so ashamed. She looked down at Jackie, who was blushing furiously, wiping the mixture of cum and spit from her lips.
"My name's Mark, Mark Laughlin. I teach ceramics here and a few other things," he said, glancing down at the brunette. "I guess you're in my shop. I see you're ready for your turn," he added, glancing down at the girl's juice-slicked fingers. Wendy felt her cheeks burning furiously in embarrassment as she backed away.
"I ... I think I'll wait outside and . . ."
"Hey, no need to feel embarrassed," he said easily, folding his arms around his waist. How strange he looked, still wearing his shirt and smock, his pants wrapped around his ankles, his donkey-sized cock hanging limply from between his thick-muscled legs. He looked like one of those men who posed for those billboard cigarette ads. Wendy tried to stop the drumming sensations on her nerves. What she heard Mark say froze her to the spot. She couldn't do this sort of thing with him. Oh, she'd let herself slip last night, but Ms. Burns forced her to commit that awful, unnatural act. This would be different. This time she'd actually be voluntarily doing something filthy. No, she wasn't that kind of girl.
The smell of her steamy cunt filled the air. Wendy inhaled sharply, smelled herself and shivered. Sex was bad, evil. It was something girls had to do when they were married to make babies and keep their husbands from wandering. This kind of thing, sex for pleasure, was only for bad people!
"No, please don't. I don't want to. I just want to work!" she almost shouted.
"Well, Jackie here'll tell you that taking care of me is plenty of work," he said, his thick lips curling up into a sensuous, wicked smile.
Wendy felt a rush of pleasurable excitement crawl over her flesh, yes, she was willing, anxious! Even though she kept telling Mark she didn't want him to touch her, the girl hoped he'd take her, throw her to the floor and fuck her!
"Sure, sure, you don't want it . . . just like Jackie here didn't want it . . . the first time."
"I wish you wouldn't talk about me like that" the brunette mumbled, nervously slipping her garment over her head and standing up.
"Come on, honey, we both know you dig it . . . like this kind of humiliation, even more ..."
"Stop it!" the girl screamed, covering her ears with both hands and running from the back room.
"Don't worry, she'll be back. She's not going to call anybody in," the young man said in a soft, low -voice, his dark brown eyes twinkling.
Wendy heard Jackie run furiously through the front room and tear open the door. For a second she wanted to spin around and join her, leave this man and what he was tempting her to do. But the blonde teen couldn't move a muscle. She stood in that tiny back room, frozen to the spot as Mark advanced slowly toward her. Glancing down between his hairy legs, she noticed his cock was growing long and stiff again. Oh, God, was he some kind of sex maniac?
Mark was flying high. Two girls the same morning! It was something he hadn't expected when he rolled out of his cot this morning and shaved. And this was a fresh one, not hard and experienced as Jackie and some of the others were becoming. Her innocence, her reluctance was making him more and more excited. He'd just fired off a hard, hot load of cum in the brunette's mouth and he was hard again.
"Come on over here," he said softly, reaching out and taking the girl by one arm.
Wendy followed him like a zombie, feeling her heart pounding like a trip hammer. His touch was so masterful, his look overpowering. She couldn't fight him even if she wanted to. Yes, she wanted to be dominated by this man. She would do anything he asked of her.
"Back here."
They moved through the tiny back room, past a row of small portable kilns to a door. Opening it, Mark ushered Wendy into what appeared to be his office. A small desk was pushed to one corner next to a two-drawer file cabinet. Papers lay scattered all over the place. Opposite the desk was a single bed. The girl gasped, drawing back, feeling her body press against the instructor's broad chest.
"Yeah, right there, honey," he whispered, burying his face in the nape of her neck while drawing his hands around her waist. Wendy closed her eyes and shuddered, feeling his groin brush against her ass. He was dry fucking her, rubbing his cock over her butt while his fingers slowly gathered the coarse material of her smock. "I'm gonna give you one hell of a fuck!""
"I never did that before," she stammered, feeling dizzy with excitement. Mark paused for a second, then laughed softly. "A fuckin' cherry. Haven't had many of those . . . especially around here. Don't worry, baby, it's not gonna hurt much. I'll work you up so much, you won't feel my cock tearing through."
Wendy moaned, feeling the last bit of resistance melting away. She sagged in his arms, feeling her ear grow hot and ticklish as Mark blew softly into it. He was whispering things . . . awful, sexy things in her ear . . . things he was going to do to her that made her shiver with unholy excitement. Oh, she should be running away, slapping him across the face for saying terrible things like that to her! And yet she quivered when he touched her. She could feel his iron-hard cock brushing against her ass, ready and stiff for fucking! Closing her eyes, Wendy thought of Jackie and how she looked, kneeling on the floor, her head tilted back, her lips stretched dramatically as Mark hammered his prick again and again against the back of her throat! Now it would be her turn to suffer under the big stud's cock! Wendy let out a little shivery groan, backing harder into the big man. "Oh, please ..."
"Please what, fuck you hard, fuck you good? Honey, that's just what the fuck I'm gonna do."
He turned her around, smoothing his fingers over the trembling girl's face. She smiled up at him, her blue eyes shining with tears. Would he hurt her?
"Oh, yeah, yeah, we're both gonna have one hell of a time here," Mark whispered, bending forward, touching the girl's lips with his. He forced himself on her, pressing forward until his mouth was cemented tightly to hers. Wendy could feel his fat cock working up and down on her dress, pressing the material against her quivering cunt lips, rubbing the coarse dress against her clit. Ohhh, she was so hot, so wet, so tight down there between her legs! And now Mark was pushing his tongue out, forcing it between her lips while his hands roamed freely over her tits."Oh, God, God!" Wendy gasped as Mark slid his mouth down to her neck. His fingers squeezed her tits, playing with the hard nipples through the material while he kept on humping his cock against her crotch. The girl felt as if she'd been given a drug. She sucked in lungfuls of air through her nostrils, trying to control her twisting body while Mark groaned once more in her ear.
"Yeah, honey, I'm gonna plow that cunt of yours with my cock 'til you can't piss for a week! If you're a fuckin' virgin like you say, I'm �onna spoil you. You won't want another cock except mine for a long, long time."
As his thick tongue lashed down her throat, Wendy felt her dress being worked up. She felt the him climb higher and higher, above her knees, then finally up to her waist. She was naked from the waist down! Struggling, the blonde teen felt another spasm of moral remorse. This strange man was feeling her all over, kneading the taut, soft flesh of her ass, squeezing those globes, working them together while he let a finger or two stray between her asscheeks and poke into her asscrack!
"No, oh, God, no!" Wendy moaned, letting her head fall back. She felt Mark's lips slide up to her throat, felt his tongue wiggle along her neck, wetting down her hot flesh!
"Oh, baby, you're hot . . . real, real hot!"
Slowly the girl buckled under the pressure. As the thick tongue lashed down her throat one more time, the girl felt her cunt lips being pulled apart! What awful thing was he doing? Ohhhh, she felt his hands working under her ass, moving across the flesh separating her asshole from her pussy. Every time he squeezed the little valley between her legs, her cunt hole pulled open.
The girl squirmed, every movement making her cunt lips unstick, then fall back, only to separate once more. As Mark's fingers rubbed over the flesh between the blonde's ass and cunt, the girl started moaning low and deep. She could feel her hot, thick juice seep out from between her bloated pussy lips and wet down her thighs.
"Man, you're juicin' all over the place. I thought Jackie was a hot number, but baby, you're something right out of a porno flick!"
Mark kissed her hard one more time. As their hot spit-filled mouths sucked and gurgled, Wendy felt the nine inches of hot cock pressing up against her slippery cunt lips. She wondered how that thing was going to fit into her pussy. She remembered almost admiring Jackie for being able to wrap her lips around that huge prick! But the girl was obviously used to doing things like that. She was new at this game.
Wendy remembered her mother and some of her friends telling her how fucking hurt sometimes, especially when a girl hadn't done it before or hadn't done it for a long, long time! And yet how wonderful it felt having Mark's hard prick shoving up and down over her lower belly. Thinking about it made her want that cock in her pussy. Through the red haze settling over her brain, Wendy could hear her mother and father warning her about boys, could hear some of her girlfriends warning her about the pain. No, she didn't want to be called a bad girl. And she didn't want any pain. But, oooh, how could anything so wonderful be called bad! And as for the pain, something told the blonde teen her sexual heat would quickly dispel any discomfort. "Ohhhh, please, fuck me," she said, blushing at pronouncing the word.
"The anxious virgin, huh?" Mark said, chuckling as he stepped back and looked at her.
"Don't talk to me like th-that, please," she stammered, looking down, staring at that thick hunk of cock sticking straight out from Mark's hairy, muscular groin.
"I'm not gonna talk any more, baby. From now on, it's all action!"
Wendy felt his strong arms wrap around her body. He scooped her off her feet, carrying her to the bed. This was it, the end of her innocence . . . and in such a terrible place!
CHAPTER FOUR
"You wanna suck on my cock first, baby?"
Mark had already stripped after spreading her on the bed, settling on top of her body and playing with her for a few minutes. Ohhh, how she needed him, needed his cock inside her pussy, needed to feel its fat head plowing through her tumid pussy, spreading her cuntlips. The thought that this big stud was going to fuck her made Wendy shiver with wild anticipation. She gasped for air, clawing at his back, tearing the topsheet, writhing like a bitch in heat, not caring that she was throwing sixteen years of moral training out the window. She didn't care. All the girl thought about was her cunt and his cock. Yes, she wanted to get fucked, wanted to feel Mark's prick reaming her out.
"Ohhhhh, I d-don't know," the girl stammered. Once more she thought of Jackie. How could that girl get all his cock into her mouth? Wouldn't Mark's cock make her gag and vomit?
"C'mon, do it! Man, I like to see a fuckin' broad gimme head. Then I throw her down and fuck her."
The thought that it was going to happen that way excited the blonde teen even more. She began to discover that she loved to be ordered. Wendy liked to be handled by a man, liked the idea of being thrown on a bed and fucked until her teeth rattled. The thought of being submissive, of being forced to do whatever he wanted drove her wild.
"Suck!"
With that command Mark carefully edged to one side of the bed, lying flat on his back and forcing the girl to roll up and over until she found herself on her knees between his legs.
For several seconds, Wendy stared at his fat prick. It jerked, the long ridge throbbing as more and more blood filled Mark's cock.
"What'cha waitin' for?"
Wendy brushed back her hair and sighed.
Without a sound, the girl went down on him. She shoved her mouth down over his cockhead, inhaling deeply, smelling his groin, reaching down between her legs with one hand and carefully working her bloated cunt lips over her clit. Mark was moving his hairy ass slowly over the sheets, groaning, squeezing his asscheeks together and hunching up his groin until his cock nearly touched the girls nose.
Wendy backed away a little, then found the courage to go on sucking. She dropped her head once more while Mark moved one hand over to his cock and took it between his fingers. He held it tightly by the base while Wendy opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. Gingerly, she traced the pointed tip down from the head to where the instructor was holding his cock. Mark shuddered, closing his eyes and inhaling sharply. At the same time Wendy slipped one finger into her juicy cunt, wiggling it around, scraping her nail against her cunt walls and feeling them respond with a shiver. Slowly she moved her tongue back to his cockhead, then opened her mouth wider, taking it in and letting it slide down into her throat. She held it there for a second, then pulled back.
"Ohhhh, yeah, suck it, cunt!"
Wendy felt his wiry cock hairs tickling the insides of her nostrils. She wrapped her lips tightly around his fat cockhead and twisted her head slightly, rubbing her tongue over the grooved bottom of Mark's bulbous cocktip. The young man grimaced as if in pain, twisting his body in the opposite direction to increase the oral friction.
Wendy's blonde hair fell over her shoulders, sweeping lightly over the instructor's thighs and balls while she sucked on his fat prick. The girl kept fingering herself, touching her inner thighs, feeling the juices boiling out of her pussy.
"Man, baby, take it easy or I'm gonna shoot off in your face!"
Wendy eased up for a second, remembering Jackie and how the white jizz leaked out of her mouth before she had a chance to pull away. The thought of having Mark shoot cum in her mouth didn't sound too appetizing to the girl. Sucking was one thing, but having his cock spraying jizz down her throat wasn't what the girl had in mind.
"Man, lick my balls," he groaned.
Wendy did as she was told, slackening her lower jaw and letting the big man's cock slip from her lips. She pushed her head up for a second and stared down at Mark's prick. It was so thick, so long, glistening under the light with a thick layer of her spit. He spread his hairy, thick-muscled legs farther apart now, rocking his body from side to side while fingering his cock and balls with one hand.
"C'mon, don't be bashful, honey." As Wendy dropped her head to his crotch once more, she could see the dark hairy line separating his asscheeks. Opening her mouth wide, the young teenager sucked past his shaft, down until she found herself mouthing his two fat balls!
"Christ, take'em both in your mouth, roll'em around and lick'em good!" Mark cried, digging his fingertips into the soft mattress. His face was tense, his eyelids closed tightly while he shivered under the teenager's expert sucking. The young instructor couldn't believe Wendy had never done this sort of thing before. Either she was lying, or she was just a natural cocksucker!
Wendy sucked and moaned and twisted her mouth around, all the time making sure his balls stayed in place in her mouth. She loved the sound of Mark moaning, loved to feel his legs and thighs brushing the sides of her cheeks as he went wild! At the same time, the girl had to back off fingering her cunt. Once or twice, Wendy thought she was going to come! Even though she was relatively sure she could quickly work herself back up to another orgasm should that happen, the girl wanted to make her pussy climax only when Mark stuck his cock up her cunt. That would be a massive come, one that would knock her unconscious, one that would almost cripple her!
"Okay, okay," he panted, reaching down and forcing her mouth off his cock. "I can't take much more of this. Christ, did you take lessons or somethin'?"
Wendy blushed with shame and a kind of perverted pride.
"Doesn't matter," he panted, reaching forward and pulling the young woman back down onto the bed as he rolled over. "I'm gonna fuck you now, honey, fuck you 'til you can't think of nothin' but my cock."
"Oh, yes, yes," Wendy whispered hoarsely. She could feel his fingers working greedily over her plump pussy lips now. How different his hand felt, rough yet gentle, calloused, masculine! His fingering made her gasp and twist, working her tight butt over the topsheet! Mark was squeezing her cunt hard, relaxing his grip, rubbing the palm of his hand over the furry little swell of her pussy, then milking it once more. He rubbed the edges of her pussy lips together, working them against one another until creamy foam dripped from them.
"Get good and wet down there, baby. Yeah, good and wet. You're gonna need all the cream you can work up to take my cock," he said between his clenched teeth.
Wendy growled like an animal, twisting under the young man's body.
"Yeah, you're gonna be one hell of a hot, tight fuck!"
Mark pulled his legs up, shoving the girl's knees farther apart while reaching down and rolling her asscheeks back. Wendy felt her feet leaving the mattress, felt his thighs pressing against the undersides of her legs. His fat sausage-shaped cock was rubbing against her pussy lips, working up a fire that spread to all parts of her body.
"Okay, baby, get'er ready!"
Wendy tensed. She felt him shoving forward with his hairy ass, moving back on top of her and slipping his mouth back onto hers. Wendy's cunt lips peeled back and were ready to receive his huge prick. With a heavy shove forward, Mark's cockhead worked itself inside, spreading the young blonde's pussy lips far apart.
The eager teenager gasped, her eyelids fluttering open while her lower jaw slackened. Wendy concentrated on the new, deliciously strange sensation between her legs. She felt the fat, bulbous cockhead sliding between her sensitive cunt lips. Carefully, the young woman moved her ass from side to side, then up and down, unsure about how good this was going to feel.
"Christ, yeah, you're good, hot, tight and fine!" Mark whispered.
The young instructor shoved down once more. As his fat cockhead slipped into her pussy, the girl's cunt lips closed tightly over it. His big long prick was still outside, waiting to be planted in the teenager's pussy.
"Wait, oh, wait, I'm . . . it'll hurt!" Wendy cried, reaching up and pushing her hands against Mark's chest.
"Can't wait, baby. You're too good a cunt to wait around-for," Mark countered, knocking her hands away and continuing to fuck her.
Wendy shoved her head deep into the pillow. She couldn't move, couldn't knock the big man off her even if she really wanted to. The girl felt Mark move one hand between them, slipping it down, down until it was rubbing her tense, eager cunt muscles still contracted tightly around the mouth of her pussy.
"Easy, easy, relax," he cooed, rubbing his fingers over her pussy again and again. Slowly, reluctantly, the muscles relaxed, letting more of his cock slide easily in.
"Oh, yes, yes," Wendy cried, feeling her pussy stretch wider. "Fuck me. Oh, God, fuck me! Ohhhhh, it feels so good!"
Mark slipped another four inches of his cock into her tight, slippery cunt. His cockhead burned in the hot oil seething out of her cunt slit. As it pushed her virgin pussy apart, his prick was grabbed by her sensitive cunt walls. He was gasping for air as much as Wendy. He cried out again and again, fighting down the desire to shoot off. No, he was going to go all the way, pop this young girl's cherry!
"OHHHHH!"
As soon as he thought of that small membrane, the young man felt his cockhead run into something. He smiled, shaking his head violently, throwing off the sweat burning into his eyes. She was virgin! What a trip! Virgin and still acting like a slut in heat!
"No, oh, God, it'll hurt me!" Wendy protested, her face a mask of fear.
"Honey, you're so damned hot a knife in your pussy wouldn't hurt you."
"No!" Wendy cried. She meant it now as the pain grew.
"Don't move, damn it!" Mark ordered, reaching up now and grabbing her hard by the shoulders. He held her down firmly while he pressed his cockhead harder against her cunt hole.
"NOOOO!" Wendy shrieked, tossing and twisting, trying to get away from the pain increasing between her flailing legs.
"NOW!"
Mark lunged down, his cock tearing through her cherry in one swift stab. His cock sank down quickly into the velvety depths of her pussy. The young instructor panted heavily on top of the girl. His body ground down onto hers while he lay on her tits.
"Ohhhhh," Wendy moaned loudly. She was struggling through the desire to faint. The pain had been great, but it had been far less than she'd expected. Mark was right. Her sexual heat had more than compensated for the initial discomfort of having her cherry torn away. Now she lay quietly, drinking in the strange sensation of having a man's cock all the way inside her. How completely filled she felt! How hot her pussy was and how her clit was sputtering deliciously even when Mark kept still!
"Hurt much now?" he asked, reaching down and once more massaging her cunt lips over his prick.
"No, not much," she said in a tiny voice. "Wanna fuck now?"
Wendy paused for a second, taking inventory of her injured, stuffed pussy.
"I'm afraid to," she answered.
"It won't hurt again. I promise," Mark said, starting to stroke her again with his long cock. Wendy tensed for a while, feeling his prick rubbing over the injured area of her pussy. Then slowly she started pumping back, loving the sensation of that thick, hot cock gliding into her, soothing down the raw sides of her cunt walls where her cherry had been ripped away.
"Ohhhhh!" Wendy groaned as she felt his weight rest on her clit. How she loved the sensation of his hairy chest rubbing over her tits until every nerve ending seemed to stand up on end. She wanted all his cock inside her. She wanted to feel stuffed all the time, crammed with cock. How good it would feel to have several pricks rubbing over her ... in her mouth, over her face, up her ass, in her cunt! The girl panted at the thought and for a second flashed on an image of several men crawling over her, abusing her, ordering her to do foul, obscene things.
"Fuck it out, baby, work it on out," Mark panted.
"Yes, yes," she answered thickly. Wendy felt the friction of his cock as it tore through her tight cunt. Before she realized it, the young instructor was hammering against her clit, purposely riding her at a sharp angle so his prick would continually slide over her clit.
"Baby, think of my cock, my balls. Shit, my cockhead's gettin' all hot, you know? You feel it, honey, feel my cockhead?"
"Yes, yes," the young blonde teenager panted in response. Wendy whipped her head back and forth, strands of her blonde hair clinging to her dampened cheeks and forehead. The bed squeaked and groaned under them as both Mark and Wendy rounded the final corner of their fucking spree.
"Ohhh, uhhhhh!"
Mark kept going, slamming his cock into her cunt harder and faster. The tiny room heated quickly, echoing with the sounds of good, hard fucking. The girl grunted like a bitch dog in heat. She was being stretched wide open by the frantic working of Mark's prick. The young instructor's cock seemed to be actually growing, ballooning out, stretching her pussy walls apart even farther than before! Wendy thought she was going to split apart.
The young blonde teen gasped, reaching around and raking her fingernails down Mark's humping back. She was spinning out of control, feeling her mind whirl around and around while her feet pounded the young man's lower back. Her mouth was dry, her throat and chest tight, while her pulse raced madly through her body.
"Ohhhhh!" Wendy moaned as a flash of sexual fire raced through her cunt. The girl felt her legs tensing around the man's body, pulling him tighter against her. Her arms now flew up around his neck while her ass ground up to meet him. Her entire body clutched him as he fucked her like a maniac.
"Gonna come, baby. Cut it loose, honey. Cut it loose!"
The words made Wendy go wild. She felt the last few controls disappear as she twisted, cried, clawed, thrashed under the fucking man. Her body was covered with sweat. She could hear the slick clicking of their flesh as the two of them crawled over and pawed one another. Wendy felt her body tighten up in pre-orgasmic tenseness.
"NOW!"
It was just like when he had driven his cock against her pussy. Now Mark was warning her, telling her he was about to shoot off inside her. Deep in her cunt, Wendy could feel her own explosion building up. It was all through her cunt, deep down in her ravaged fuckhole. Her body tightened up hard, her cunt muscles grabbing around the young man's cock.
"Ohhhhh!"
Mark's thick-muscled cock flew into her. He increased the speed of his thrusts and hunching until his cock burned with the friction. His balls tightened up in their sac. The thick tube running through his cock was ready to take the jizz boiling up in his swinging balls.
"More, more!" the young blonde pleaded as she felt his cock throbbing inside her. She felt her cunt walls tighten around it.
Then Mark let out several sharp cries, holding her tightly in his arms while his body jerked. She felt scalding jets of sticky cum bursting out of his cockhead, spattering the walls of her pussy. It burned into her like acid. Wendy felt herself teetering on the edge, just a second away from wild madness.
Then that second passed and she was floating in the air, her pussy spasming hotly. The girl's cunt clutched around Mark's cock, holding the squirming, greasy, shooting hunk of cock hard.
"Come, damnit, come!" Mark whispered. He pushed his body down hard and held it there, feeling his jizz oozing out of her cunt hole and trickling over his balls.
The blonde teenager tossed and twitched, raking his back again and again with her long fingernails. At last the screaming orgasm ripped through her pussy. With a mind-blasting force, Wendy's orgasm exploded through her pussy.
"OHHHHH!"
The young woman cried out again and again, feeling her mind sinking into a fog of lust. The blonde teenager had no idea how long her orgasm had lasted, nor how much longer she and Mark had lain together afterward.
"Okay?" he whispered, raising his head and nibbling on her earlobe.
"Yes, I-I think so," she stammered, rolling up her eyes and staring at the young man. He was so handsome! She would never have guessed someone like him would work in a place like this reform school!
"Good. Sometimes the first time really hurts a girl. Glad to see you're not one of those. Now, you'd better get up so I can get the ceramics class going. That's what I'm supposed to do, not this," Mark said, slapping her lightly on the butt, then rolling off the cot and searching for his clothes. Wendy lay quietly watching him dress. No, if she could see Mark often enough, the reform school wouldn't be all that bad.
CHAPTER FIVE
As the days wore on, Wendy found herself gradually adjusting to prison life. The ceramics shop was a lot more fun and entertaining than she could ever have dreamed. Occasionally, she would show up early and she and Mark would retire to his small office to fuck. Besides the sexual training the blonde teenager was getting, Wendy also found she had a natural talent for this sort of craftwork. Even the other girls complimented her on it. Thoughts of Ms. Burns and the other matrons slowly disappeared from her mind. She saw them eyeing her from time to time. But no one seemed to bother her.
Wendy did as she was told, keeping her nose to the grindstone and out of trouble. The one or two girls who ignored Ms. Burns' warnings paid dearly for it. She saw them at times with strange marks on their arms and faces. Wendy shuddered then, guessing what strange kinds of torture the matrons had put them through.
The third week of her confinement began as usual. After Monday morning breakfast, Wendy, Jackie and two others left the cafeteria for the ceramics shop. The blonde teen was anxious to see Mark this morning. She had several ideas for some new pottery. Besides, the girl knew he had plans for her after class-something the other girls, including Jackie, accepted without question or comment.
But when they stepped from the cafeteria to the main corridor, they saw that something had happened out of the ordinary. Two tall matrons in white stood on either side of the opened door to the ceramics shop. Wendy stopped, feeling her flesh crawl. The old fears about Ms. Burns and the prison returned to her in a flash. Her times with Mark had been only an oasis in this insane asylum. Thoughts like that one rushed through her head as the two bullish women came toward them.
"Wendy, Jackie, come with me. You others go inside and start on your work."
The order fell on Wendy's mind like a death sentence. Stealing a glance at Jackie as the two young girls marched in front of the matrons, Wendy could see her friend thought the same thing. If Ms. Burns knew what was going on, she was going to stop it now. If she didn't, then . . . then, oh, God, there would be punishment for their actions!
"Wait!"
Jackie and Wendy stopped just in front of the main office while one of the women stepped in and closed the door behind her. Wendy wanted to talk to Jackie, anything to break the deadly silence hanging around them. But the other matron stood by, ready to stop any communication between the two girls.
"This way," the first matron said, stepping from the office and walking in front of them.
Wendy looked curiously at Jackie. Where were they going? She expected to be led into the office and abused by the headmistress. Now they were walking away, moving down a smaller corridor. Wendy recognized the gym to one side. And still they walked, passing through corridors now unfamiliar to her.
"Solitary," Jackie whispered as they started descending a set of concrete stairs. The walls were damp and cold and the air chilled Wendy's bones. Solitary! They were going to be locked up in some horrible dark cell! She'd heard about the special discipline cells. Some of the girls told stories about terrible punishments inflicted on inmates who had done next to nothing! Now those stories flared up in her mind as she and Jackie moved along the basement corridor. A string of yellow, bare light bulbs barely lit up the narrow passageway.
"Here," the first matron said, fishing out the iron ring of keys from her pocket and turning one in the lock of a green iron door. "Inside, girls."
Wendy had expected to see rows of grim, barred cell doors. Instead she found herself standing in a low-ceilinged room of about twenty-by-thirty feet. The floor, walls and ceiling seemed to come from one concrete cast. Another door at the opposite end of the room led out.
"Go on, girls, inside."
Wendy noticed several drains in the floor and there were iron rings hung from stakes driven in the walls. Four bright lights barely illuminated the place. There was an evil, sinister feeling about this room.
"Sit down . . . both of you," the second matron said, slamming the door shut with a loud bang. "Ms. Burns will be in shortly to deal with you."
"But we've done nothing," Wendy countered in a quavering voice.
"Oh?" the second matron said, raising her eyebrows and looking at Wendy in mock surprise as she patted her tightly coiled blonde hair. "Strange, that's not what we hear. Mr. Laughlin, it appears, has been giving you his favors. Both of you," she said, including Jackie in her sweeping gaze.
"What are you doing?" Wendy asked as the second matron reached into a battered, dark green cabinet and pulled out several lengths of half-inch manila line.
"Just a formality, girls. But we've got to tie you."
"Please," Jackie pleaded, her eyes widening with terror as the matrons started tying the two girls up.
"You've known all along what's been happening with him," Wendy pleaded. Why should they be so upset now? Surely Ms. Burns couldn't have been ignorant about Mark and his use of the girls in his workshop.
"Ms. Burns will explain later," the first matron said, slipping the rough rope around Wendy's wrists, tying them so tightly the girl could feel her fingers grow cold immediately. The older woman then fastened the free end of the rope to the back of the wooden chair. It was far too late to struggle. Wendy jerked her head around and saw Jackie had already been hog-tied, her ankles tied to the two front legs of the chair.
"Oh, my God!" Wendy cried to herself, feeling her legs being pushed apart then tied to the chair.
Time and time again she told herself she had nothing to fear. Surely the headmistress knew what was happening. She couldn't hold them responsible for Mark and his actions. Mark! What would they do to him? She stared at the two husky matrons, their tits and thighs pressing hard against the white material of their uniforms. Castrate him? Nothing they did would surprise Wendy!
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of someone walking down the hall. There was a turning of the lock, then Ms. Burns was standing like some kind of monster in the doorway.
"Good morning, girls. I see everything's in order," Ms. Burns said, stepping in and smoothing down her tightly tied-back hair and shutting the door behind her.
"Why?" Wendy asked, her forehead wrinkling in despair.
"There doesn't have to be a reason. But I suppose you feel you're entitled to one," she said with a sigh. "Light up, Hilda, and work on that one first," Ms. Burns said, pointing to Wendy. "I've known about Mr. Laughlin for some time now and tolerated it simply because it amused me. You know I've listened to everything that's happened in that office of his for the past year. Electronic listening devices are so easy to come by today. You can pick them up at almost any hardware store," the woman said, looking at the two staring girls with amusement. "You thought you were all so clever, didn't you? Oh, dear, well I just grew tired of Mark and his little kingdom. It's time to break up his little game. Of course, I know it would be difficult if I just closed down the shop and forced you girls to work elsewhere. You've got to associate him with pain."
At the last word, Ms. Burns' eyes glittered while her body shuddered just a little. Wendy caught it and felt her body shiver in response. Darting a quick glance over at Hilda, she saw the woman light a cigarette and puff on it until the tip glowed bright red.
"Now."
Hilda moved in front of Wendy, then dropped to her knees, reaching forward and sliding the dress up to her waist.
"No!" the girl shouted.
"Why should you be so suddenly modest? You've had that dress pulled off you enough times before," Ms. Burns said dryly.
Wendy shuddered as Hilda worked her fingers over her thighs, obviously excited by Wendy's helplessness. The acrid smoke from the cigarette held loosely in the matron's lips stung her eyes and nose. Wendy twisted her face away from the older woman, moaning low in her throat when she felt several fingers stray over her cunt.
"No, don't, take your hands off . . . aaaiiieeeyyye!"
The scream tore from the girl's throat. Her body stiffened, then jerked wildly in the confines of her rope bonds. Jackie cried out in sympathetic terror as the blonde teen's chair scraped several inches across the concrete floor. Her pussy quivered with pain. The matron had pulled out several cunt hairs from her pussy. It felt as if someone had stuck hot needles into her cunt! Tears welled up in her eyes and spilled over onto her cheeks. Vainly, the young blonde tried to snap her knees together. The ropes around her ankles prevented her from covering her injured pussy.
"Too bad about your disobedience. This is only a taste of what you'll get," Ms. Burns said, her eyes glowing with sexuality. The second matron moved over to Jackie and hiked up the girl's garment, kneeling in front of her and tugging at her pussy lips until the brunette was screaming with pain and humiliation.
"Hilda's very good at plucking out your cunt hairs one by one. And each time you feel one jerked out of your pussy, just think of Mark-Mark and his wonderful cock. Think of the way he fucked you, of the way he made you suck his cock, Jackie," Ms. Burns said in a loud voice, making sure the girls could hear her above their cries.
Wendy felt the matron's fingers poking around her crotch once more as she picked out another small cluster of hairs. She squealed, bouncing her ass around the chair, snapping her head back and seeing stars pop in front of her eyes. Behind her, she could hear Jackie joining her in shrieks of protest and pain.
"I can't stand it!" Wendy cried, dropping her head on her chest when the last cluster of pussy hairs was torn out.
"The cigarette," Ms. Burns said, her lips curling up into a broader smile.
Hilda nodded, tucking the blonde's skirt up around her waist, then taking another long drag on the cigarette before pulling it away from her lips. Wendy stared at the glowing tip, her eyes widening when she realized what was going to happen.
"Please, no, no, anything but that. I can't stand pain! Please!"
Her heart pounded wildly as Hilda and Ms. Burns smiled in approval. The big matron moved the glowing tip between Wendy's spread legs, pushing it up to her hairy cunt, laughing softly as she watched the blonde, curly pussy hairs singe under the heat.
"Oh, no! No!" the girl cried, rubbing her wrists together, pulling at the ropes until they cut into her flesh, trying to get away from the hellish heat.
"There."
"AIYEEEEE!"
Wendy's head jerked to one side. Hilda was tracing the glowing tip of the burning cigarette over her inner thighs, then moving it along one bulging tendon right up to the edge of her cunt lips. In a second, the girl felt the burning heat of the cigarette.
"OWWWWW!" the girl moaned.
And yet there was something pleasurable, insanely pleasant about what was happening to her! Yes, there was pain . . . unspeakable pain as the cigarette continued to burn into her flesh.
"AIYEEEEEEE!"
Wendy could actually feel her cunt contracting, not so much in pain as in pleasure. She felt the juices boiling up inside her, wetting down the inner edges of her swelling pussy lips. She clenched her teeth, grinding them hard as the cigarette moved toward the center of her wet cunt hole.
The women were enjoying her suffering, smiling as she grimaced and screamed. Behind her, Jackie was moaning. The other woman had not yet touched a cigarette to her cunt. Instead, they were letting the girl watch Wendy's torture.
"Ughhhhh!"
"What a shame that white skin is going to be burned," Ms. Burns said.
Scarred for life? The possibility made Wendy squirm even harder, begging them to stop. But her cries only fired their determination to cause more pain.
"Perhaps we should begin the other punishment," Hilda said, withdrawing the cigarette for a moment. Wendy felt her muscles relax.
"Not yet," Ms. Burns ordered.
The cigarette hovered over her cunt, sometimes drawing near and making her pussy wince, sometimes backing down. Sweat drenched her body. Shock after shock ripped Wendy's body. She writhed in her chair, the matron keeping the cigarette only an inch away from her bloated cunt lips. The older woman could see what was happening to the blonde teenager. She saw the confusion and tension in Wendy's face and smiled in triumph.
"OHHHHH!"
It was Jackie's voice. Wendy opened her eyes and twisted her head around. She saw her friend jerking in her bonds, snapping her head from side to side, her face half hidden by her flailing long hair. The other matron was burning her now with another cigarette. Was the brunette teen feeling the same confusing rush of feelings Wendy had? Was her cunt growing hot and tight under the constant attack?
"NOOOOOOO!"
Wendy screamed louder than before, twisting and sobbing in her bonds as the lighted cigarette sizzled against her furry cunt. It felt as if a sharp surgical knife were cutting into her, slicing tiny slits in her pussy. The sensation raced up, up, up into her cunt like a raging fire.
"NOOOO, GOD, NOOOO!"
But Wendy couldn't help the pleasure, the unholy, insane pleasure she felt now. It combined oddly with the pain, producing a weird, intense sensation that made her clit vibrate like a struck tuning fork. She was being stretched as thin as a tightly pulled wire. She squealed and twisted on the chair, wishing she could snap her knees together and rub her cunt lips over her clit. She was drifting up to the sky like a balloon. And then the fiery pain went away.
Peering down at the partially burned thicket of her golden cunt hairs, Wendy realized her juices had extinguished the tip of the cigarette. Hilda looked down at the black lump of charcoal now gracing the end of the cigarette and smiled.
"Our little girl is hot . . . hot enough to try Bruno, no?" Ms. Burns nodded in affirmation. "Untie her. I'll get the dog. Keep the other one tied," Ms. Burns said, walking through the room and unlocking the opposite door.
"Dog?" Wendy asked as Hilda untied her wrists, then moved behind to undo her ankles.
"Yes. It's a way to make sure you girls obey. Jackie here has heard of it, haven't you?"
The brunette's eyes widened and she stared terrified at Wendy.
"Oh, God, they're going to make you . . . make you do things with him."
Before Jackie's words settled within Wendy's mind, the rear door opened once more and Ms. Burns reappeared with a large, black Doberman in tow. Wendy shivered, rubbing her fingers up and down her forearms. A silver-studded black leather collar was fastened snugly around the animal's throat. Attached to it was a long leash presently held by Ms. Burns. The older woman slammed the door shut, then tugged sharply on the leash.
"Come on, Bruno, we have a new friend for you," the headmistress said, clicking her tongue against her cheek while smiling at Wendy. "He's anxious to meet you, dear."
Wendy sat on the edge of her chair, staring with horror at the animal. Jackie's words shot through her mind now. Ms. Burns, the animal, it all made a kind of insane sense. To gratify some perverse desire, the headmistress was going to make her fuck the dog!
"No, I won't! I swear, you'll have to shoot me before I . . . "
"Before you what? Have you ever been in solitary, Wendy? Do you know about the rats and other things crawling around down there? Do you want me to clap you up in one of those cells until you cooperate?"
"No!" the girl said, feeling despair rising like a wave in her.
"Good. Take off your shift."
Reluctantly the girl stood up, eyeing the big animal as she reached down, crossed her arms and pulled her shift over her head.
"Beautiful body," Ms. Burns murmured, her fingers tensing around the leash. "Enjoy it, Bruno," the woman said, reaching down and unsnapping the hook from the collar. The big animal twisted his head around and looked wonderingly at Ms. Burns. Then realizing what he was expected to do, Bruno barked sharply, turned back around and started marching toward Wendy.
"No, no, I won't," the girl whispered to herself, edging around the chair. She looked at Jackie who seemed to be praying for her. The Doberman cocked his head, the short hairs on the back of his neck bristling up while a low growl came from his throat. Wendy raised one hand to her throat protectively as the dog tracked her as if she were his prey.
"No!" the girl cried, raising one hand in the air as if she were going to slap him. The Doberman stopped for a second, his pointed ears pricked forward. Then he lunged forward. Wendy screamed in terror, twisting around and running. She screamed in despair when she felt the dog's hot breath against her leg. There was nowhere to run. She was trapped, the true prey of the growling, snapping Doberman.
CHAPTER SIX
"Oh, God!" Wendy cried, digging her fingernails into her forehead while watching the growling Doberman. His rubbery black lips peeled back, revealing a double row of white, glistening crisscrossed fangs. Just behind them, she could see his dark pink tongue. The girl edged back, her flesh crawling with revulsion and terror. She could hear Jackie begging Ms. Burns and the others not to continue with this madness. Wendy could hear them laughing, telling the brunette to shut up, then burning her once more with cigarettes. Her screams of pain mixed with the sounds of the big animal growling. "No!"
Wendy slapped downward again. She was halfway between the chair and the door when she felt the animal's cold nose slide between her thighs and bump the underside of her cunt. The girl jerked both hands down and gathered her skirt between her fingers, pinning the hem against her legs. The dog snuffed about her, barking, growling, trying to get his nose back up into her cunt.
"Stop him, stop it!" the girl shouted, trying to kick at the big dog. Wendy didn't think about the fact that this Doberman could rip her throat to pieces if he wanted to. She screamed at the animal, swung at it, kicked at it, anything to keep it from attacking her sexually. The blonde teen didn't think about how long she could keep this up. Wendy didn't consider the fact that the women wouldn't let her out of this prison until she complied with their perverted wishes. All she could think of now was the dog stalking her, trying to lick and fuck her!
Wendy felt his hot breath on the sensitive inner surfaces of her thighs. Oh, why was she feeling dizzy, oddly giddy, weakened? She swung back out at the animal once more, losing her balance, pitching forward and nearly tripping over the barking animal. Wendy caught herself and wheeled around, hugging her tits with both arms and breathing hard. Sweat trickled down from her forehead and streaked her cheeks. Was she becoming excited sexually? As the girl stood there staring down at the Doberman, she realized her pussy was growing hot, tight, eager for . . . for what? For the dog, for his tongue, for his cock?
Wendy shook her head violently from side to side, trying to drive out the sensations starting up in her body. It was a sickness, something that had gone wrong inside her head. No, no sane woman would feel sexually aroused by a dog! Oh, God, it felt . . . she didn't dare face him. With a shuddering groan, Wendy turned from the animal.
"What's the matter, dear?" Ms. Burns asked mockingly. "I don't see why you're fighting him off. You know we're not going to take you away from here until you give in."
The words didn't register with Wendy. She stood still in the center of the room, trying to shake off the growing excitement in her pussy. It was so weird, so much like an awful dream. When she knew there was no escape in her dreams, she would wake up with a scream. But now she couldn't scream. She was too terrified, too excited to make a sound. "Ohhhh!"
The dog moved quickly once more, running between her legs, shoving his nose hotly against her cunt one more time. She felt the cold smooth surface of his snout pressing up between her puffy cunt lips.
"Ohhhh, why?" the girl shuddered. Why were her shoulders shaking? Why was she weaving from side to side as she tried to run from the barking, growling Doberman? Why was she wetting herself? Wendy held her head once more, bumping into the chair where she'd been tied before and tortured, pitching over the seat and tumbling ass-first to the floor.
"Ohhhh!"
Her skirt hiked up to her waist, exposing her juicy, red-hot cunt. The animal barked in triumph, moving up to her ankles, dropping his powerful head and licking her flesh.
"Stop!"
Wendy snapped her head to one side, jerking her legs away from the lapping dog and rolling over on her belly. Stretching out her arms, the girl began crawling over the concrete floor, sobbing, choking, trying to slither away from the pursuing dog. She could smell herself now, smell the pungent cunt juice that seemed to flood out of her pussy. Wendy could tell the dog liked it. She could hear him sniffing the air, his growls becoming lower, huskier as the odor of her pussy grew stronger.
"Oh, my God, help me," she whispered to herself, burying her face in her arms for the moment and trying to gather the strength to fight the animal off. This was some accident, some awful, terrible accident! He was only a dog, a goddamned animal pursuing her. She hated him, hated the women for making her feel like this!
"No, get away. No!" she screamed.
But the dog's tongue lapped noisily at her legs. She shuddered, feeling his hot, wet tongue touch her calves. Then it moved up, up, closer and closer to her exposed pussy. Once or twice Wendy tried to jerk her legs up and away from the pursuing Doberman. But finally she gave up, lying on her belly, burying her face in her arms once more, sobbing hysterically while the dog lapped at her legs.
"Ummmmm!"
Wendy rocked her body slightly, feeling his tongue move up to her inner thighs. In a moment she felt the surface of Bruno's tongue graze one cunt lip. She gasped from the unbelievable ticklish sensation. Oh, he was touching her there, touching her pussy! No, she couldn't weaken, couldn't give in to her sick desires. She had to triumph over herself. With much effort Wendy thrust her hands down to cover her exposed cunt. Bruno backed up for a second, then shoved his head back between her legs, licking at her fingers, nuzzling at them with eagerness.
"Oh, God, noooo!"
Wendy drew her knees up. Oh, God, how every movement was painful to her! One half of her mind told her to just lie there and let the animal do whatever he wanted! But the other half, the moral half, told the blonde teen she had to resist with every last ounce of her strength, even if it meant death!
"Ohhhh!"
The dog jumped back even after the girl tried kicking him away. If only she could get back on her feet, run away from him, beg Ms. Burns to take her away. She'd let the older woman eat out her pussy, she'd do anything, suck any pussy or cock, anything to get away from this beast!
Then the dog plunged right through her defenses, going to the object of his lust. His head wormed its way back between her white, shivering bare thighs. The sudden, scalding pressure of his tongue as it peeled her cunt lips apart brought the girl to the brink of sexual insanity. Her eyelids fluttered while her fingers clawed desperately at the floor. Bruno growled low and deep in his throat while he licked her pussy. Wendy's legs jerked apart like those of a frightened frog. One wet lick rubbed over her clit. The girl sucked in her lower lip and bit down until she could taste blood. What was she allowing to happen? Had she gone crazy? Once more she was relaxing, letting the big animal have his way with her. "Stop!"
The young woman rolled over on her ass, scooting back, putting her hands out in front of her while gathering her legs up under her butt. The dog stopped, tilting his head to one side, looking curiously at her. He was probably wondering why the girl had suddenly become uncooperative. Wendy shivered, staring at the Doberman's large dark brown eyes. They were glittering with lust. She saw his black glistening fur, watched his powerful sides heave in and out, watched his black nostrils glistening with her cunt juice. Wendy studied him and felt herself becoming hypnotized by the animal. She couldn't pull away as the dog started at her once more. "Uhhhh!"
He was licking at her toes once more. That touch broke the spell. With a whimper the girl scooted back farther, going back, back until she felt her asscheeks pressed tight against a corner. Wendy couldn't pull away from him, couldn't make him stop, couldn't get the others to help her. They were all too interested in what the dog would do to her, how he would degrade her in satisfying his lust.
"Get away, leave me alone!" she managed to spit out.
"That's not the right attitude, Wendy. You certainly weren't that standoffish with Mark, were you?"
"AIYEEEEE!"
"Shut her up!" Ms. Burns said, jerking her head around and staring angrily down at Jackie. Hilda had joined her friend in torturing the writhing brunette, pulling at her cunt lips. The other had torn away the garment covering Jackie's tits and had started burning her nipples with a lit cigarette.
The young brunette's shriek of agony had given Wendy some strength. With much effort she edged up the wall, bracing her swaying body gingerly with both hands pressed hard against the concrete. The dog's paws padded after her. Ohhh, how much like a demon from hell he looked! His stubby tail wagged back and forth. The animal closed in on her, nipping at her ankles, letting her know what he could do to her if he wanted.
Wendy let out a shivery moan as he growled up at her. The girl choked on a scream, gasping for breath as the Doberman reared back suddenly and pounced on her. She felt his paws on her thighs, his claws tearing at her flesh. Wendy screamed out, her eyes rolling up into her head. She twisted around, beating down at the dog, stumbling and falling sliding across the concrete floor.
Bruno pounced, his paws landing on her thighs again. Wendy rolled onto her back, clamping her thighs together, knocking off the Doberman yet another time. But Bruno had seen her aroused, had noticed the girl's mixed feelings toward him. He started licking at her. Her woolen shift was around her waist. Ohhh, he seemed to be all over her at once. He was around her belly, down to her crotch, back up to the bottom of her ribcage. She was on her elbows watching him with feelings of fear and confusion. Her cunt ached from all the excitement, from the terror. She was being excited by this dog! Oh, God, a dog!
"No, no," Wendy moaned, closing her eyes and shaking her head from side to side. It was just friction, nothing more. How could she come to terms with herself later on if she knew she'd actually encouraged the animal, led him on?
"Get back!"
Wendy tried to sound authoritative, firm. But the shakiness in her voice betrayed her. How could she be expected to remain cool and calm while a mouth was shoved hard against her cunt . . . even if it was a dog's mouth? Wendy felt for a second that she was losing her mind.
"NO!"
Nothing worked. The Doberman growled again, lapped, then moved back. Wendy scooted a few feet away from him, not daring to take her eyes off the animal for one second. Then he moved in again, his tongue exploring along the insides of her thighs once more. Why did this kind of thing feel so wonderful? Why was she giving in like this, encouraging him, rolling around like some foul animal in heat? She was a teenager, a young girl who had done nothing more wicked than kiss several boys a few months ago! And now she was on the floor of some cell in front of these women taking on a dog!
And Wendy loved it! God in heaven help her, but she loved it . . . loved being watched, enjoyed the humiliation of being pursued and won over by this Doberman, loved the degraded remarks of Ms. Burns and the others! Was she a masochist, a woman born to be the slave of others' desires? That was a question she'd have to mull over later when she was alone in her cell. "Mmmmm!"
The dog was drenching her. His tongue moved up and down, wetting down her cunt hairs until they were plastered against her hot, red pussy. Wendy found herself pushing her hips forward and up, adding to the friction of the Doberman's licking tongue. The animal whimpered and moved the long tip of his nose from side to side. Wendy shivered, feeling her pussy lips working together, sliding over her clit.
"Our little Wendy warms to the task," Ms. Burns commented, smiling as the girl's defenses slowly melted away.
"Stop him, stop . . . him." But Wendy's cries didn't sound convincing at all. She looked heavy-lidded at the big dog. Her garment stuck to her tits. She wished she could take off all her clothes, let the dog lick her all over!
"No, no," Wendy cried softly, closing her eyes, sobbing.
Now the dog was shoving his nose against her inner cunt lips, forcing them wide apart. Wendy could hear Jackie screaming in the background. But now all the noises around her sounded as if they were filtering into her mind from another dimension. All that existed now was the dog and her pussy, his wonderful tongue and her eager, hot willing body. She was doing this, willing it, letting it happen. A few seconds ago that idea had sickened her. Now she simply gave in to the pleasure.
"Would you like him to fuck you? He does that too, Wendy."
"Nooooo!"
That idea was terrible, awful! The girl reached forward and caught the Doberman's head in her hands and started pushing him away. But Bruno wasn't about to be put off again. He started growling threateningly, his eyes slitting, his pointed ears pinned back. Wendy felt her heart stand still. He wanted her pussy, wanted to lick her off. But he wasn't above biting her, injuring her until she became more cooperative. With a low moan the girl dropped her hands to her side.
"I can't, I just . . . can't!"
But the girl had no choice. Sobbing and confused, Wendy let the animal have his way. The dog backed down, twisted his head around and opened his jaw. Wendy shivered, seeing that double row of shark-like teeth. He was going to bite her! And strange enough the blonde teen wanted him to. She wanted him to punish her for her own sick feelings, for her desire to have him do anything to her as long as he satisfied that itchy ache throbbing between her legs.
"Ohhh!"
Bruno was biting the flesh of her thigh, sinking his powerful white fangs just barely to let her know what he could do. But the girl felt no pain. Instead, she felt a hot rush of feelings that nearly knocked her unconscious. Her pussy walls buckled, crashing in on nothing, puckering, working together as if she'd been fucked by the most powerful cock in the world. Images of the ceramics instructor and his powerful body flashed through her mind. Wendy sucked in a ragged breath. Bruno let go for a flash of a second, then moved up and bit her higher on the thighs. The dog pushed his shoulders farther between her knees. She felt them being forced apart.
"My God," the girl whimpered, letting her head fall back. Was he going to fuck her? Could she stop him? Did she want to? No, it would be impossible. She might hang herself in her cell later on if he sank his doggie prick in her cunt. But right now Wendy knew she didn't have the strength or will power to stop him from fucking her. Ms. Burns could certainly see that. She could see the girl was nothing more than a whore in heat, a bitch moaning and twisting shamelessly on the floor, eagerly shoving her pussy up to the dog for him to eat!
Wendy sobbed, rolled to one side on the floor. She grunted, pulling up her knees, feeling the animal following her, licking her, tasting her, growling, the sound and sensation of his growls exciting her even further.
"It's too bad I don't have a camera. We could make quite a film from this," Ms. Burns said, licking her lower lip in excitement.
Wendy heard the animal grunting with excitement. He was lapping at the glistening surfaces of her pussy once more, peeling it open, slathering down her tight cunt with his spit.
"Ohhhhh!"
Bruno seemed more crazed than ever. He gouged his claws against her thighs and pushed his nose up and down against the wet slick pussy folds. Peering down, the girl could see that her hot juice was wetting down the short fur around his snout. His black nostrils were glistening with it. His tongue stuck out and lolled sloppily over her cunt, separating her pussy lips, petting her clit over and over again.
Wendy felt the hard ball that had begun to grow in her belly slipping a little lower. She was on the brink of coming with a dog! No, she didn't want to stop him or stop herself from shooting off. The girl began breathing through her nostrils with a wheezing, whimpering sound. The excruciating tickle was becoming worse. Wendy built steadily toward a powerful orgasm. She pranced her ass across the floor, dragging her fingers over her cunt, feeling the dog slathering down her whitened knuckles with his tongue.
Her senses reeled with the hungry need to feel something in her pussy, something hard, something hot! Jamming two fingers in the wet mess of her sloppy pussy, Wendy tightened her thigh muscles and began jerking her hips up, up, feeding her cunt to the dog. Ohhh, she was burning, on fire, close to coming. Jerking her head around, she saw Ms. Burns peering down at her hotly. Yes, she was going to come, come shamelessly in front of these mocking women. All her pride had been stripped away. She was nothing more than a panting, lusting animal . . . just like Bruno!
CHAPTER SEVEN
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.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Ohhhh, fuck me!"
"Yeah!"
"I need . . . need you!"
"Yeah!"
Wendy didn't care if the others could hear her or not. Mark had been working her up, pawing her ass, her tits, her pussy with his fingers, massaging her body until she was hot and eager for his cock. She loved the way his hands slid over her shoulder blades, the fingers straying down to her butt and kneading the soft, resilient flesh. At times the young instructor would slide several fingers under her asshole, letting the calloused tips slip down to her pussy. Then Wendy went wild, digging her knees in the carpeting, raising her thighs and ass high into the air and making frantic, tight little circles with them while whimpering through her nose. He was scraping her sensitive cunt with his hands, sometimes moving his hand up until he could touch her clit.
"Ohhhh, yes, yes," Wendy panted, clawing the carpeting, wishing this kind of awful teasing could go on forever!
"Jackie, dear, you're not doing anything. Why don't you suck his cock. You did that so well a few weeks ago, didn't you?"
The brunette shrugged her shoulders, then moved in front of the kneeling ceramics instructor and dropped to the floor. Mark was bending forward, kissing the blonde teen on the back of her neck. His cock hung down, throbbing, swaying from side to side like a tree trunk with each move he made. Jackie reached forward with one hand, letting her fingers touch his balls first, then stray down, down to his fat, hairy cock.
"Ohhh, man!"
Mark jerked at the first touch, then relaxed his muscles when he realized it was Jackie-Jackie with that wonderfully trained mouth! The brunette smacked her lips, then dropped to her belly, slid forward and twisted around until she was facing his hanging balls and cock.
"Suck on my cock, baby . . . come on, gimme good head, gimme head just like you used to,"
Mark whispered, grabbing Wendy by the thighs and rolling her around on her back.
"What's . . . happening?" the blonde teen asked, peering down and seeing Jackie's long brown hair nestled between Mark's hairy legs.
"Don't worry about it. Just concentrate on us," the young man said. Then he seemed to be all over her, his tongue flicking wildly on her flesh, working all over her body. He was tasting her everywhere ... her nipples, belly button, armpits, elbows, inner thighs, backs of her knees. He was kneading her soft flesh, making her pant so hard the girl thought several times she'd faint from lack of oxygen. Her large tits jiggled each time her body shivered with wild sexual excitement. "Ohhhh!"
And behind Mark, Wendy could hear the soft slurping sound of Jackie's mouth. That famous mouth, Wendy thought to herself cynically, was probably sucking the young man off. Ohhh, she wished that the brunette wouldn't make Mark come. Her brain was sizzling with sexuality! The blonde teen didn't want to play second fiddle . . . not like the first time when she had caught seconds after Jackie had finished with him.
"Easy, Jackie, easy," Mark said as if reading Wendy's mind. "You keep up like that and I'll shoot."
The young brunette didn't care. She was going crazy sucking him. The teenager was bobbing her head up and down, stretching her lips to the tearing point to take in all that fat, hard hot cock. Her brown hair fell over her face while she slid her mouth down to the base of his cock, up to his flanged cockhead. Her spit greased down Mark's cock while her fingers strayed up to his balls, rolling them around like two hard nuts.
The young ceramics instructor could feel his balls rising up to his groin as his excitement increased. Jackie was an expert, flicking her tongue against his sensitive cockhead, sucking, relaxing her mouth, then sucking hard again, caressing the sides of his cock with her tongue and the sides of her cheek. At times she slid her fingers up to his asshole and traced the tips around his pink wrinkled shitter.
Mark groaned then, going wild, shaking his ass back and forth. He tried lowering himself farther, pumping his cock in and out of the girl's sucking mouth. At times he could feel his cockhead striking the back of Jackie's throat. Once or twice, the brunette held his cock in place with tremendous suction, pulling it down, down into her mouth, down her throat until Mark wondered how she could breathe!
"AHHHHHHH!"
Wendy wallowed her shoulders against the carpeting when Mark clamped his strong hands on her asscheeks and spread them apart. He slid up farther, making sure his cock didn't slip out of Jackie's mouth. The cock-hungry brunette scooted back to keep pace with the instructor, finally feeling her head pressing up against Wendy's prancing butt.
"Oh fuck, fuck!" the blonde cried, closing her eyes and rolling her head from side to side.
"Baby, yeah, I'm gonna eat you out, eat you out, then go fuckin' wild in your ass," Mark groaned.
He straddled her thighs and crouched over the thrashing blonde teenager. Wendy looked heavy-lidded at the young man, saw his tongue sticking out. His face looked like that of a hungry animal.
"Ohhhh!"
Wendy felt Mark's lips kissing her cunt, felt his tongue scraping along the tense, eager ring of her pussy lips. The girl squeezed her butt together and jerked up her cunt, feeding him as much hot, wet pussy as he could take. Mark was groaning into her twitching cunt, sucking up her juices, slurping and gumming and chewing on her moist pussy while Jackie was going wild on his prick.
"Oh!" Ms. Burns cried, her body shivering while one hand slipped secretly under her dress and started massaging her cunt.
"Please, eat me, oh, God, I . . . ohhhhh!"
Wendy couldn't believe the sensations Mark was making her feel! She thrashed like a wild woman on the carpeting, snapping her knees together, trapping his head between them as she had once trapped the dog's! Images of that Doberman eating her out flashed through the confused girl's mind as Mark pressed his long nose against her clit and made Wendy scream out.
"Man, you're hot! Good, hot and juicy."
"Ohhhhh!" Ms. Burns moaned, leaning back heavily in her chair, spreading her legs apart and letting her fingers stray all over her tight hot pussy. The headmistress stared with glazed eyes at the fucking, sucking trio. She squirmed in her chair, letting all pretense of coolness evaporate. But the woman wasn't stupid. She realized none of the three involved in that group sex spree would even think of her right now. She could let down her cover, let herself become a woman for a moment!
"Now for the ass!"
Mark pulled his face out of Wendy's blonde-haired pussy and pulled out several stray cunt hairs from between his teeth before dropping his head back between her shivering legs once more.
Wendy waited for several seconds, then felt his tongue run down her thighs, down past her cunt, down, down until she felt him licking the wrinkled flesh of her asshole. What a strange, hot sensation! Her clit popped up even firmer than before and the young man wasn't even touching any part of her cunt! Ohhh, how evilly delicious it was to have his tongue move up and down in long, caressing strokes over the sensitive flesh of her asshole! Then he moved his tongue down to her buttcrack, wetting down that crease before moving back to her asshole. It was shameless to have a man doing this! He was licking at her butt, working his tongue into the tiny shitter opening. At first, he poked shallowly without much force. He was stretching her, opening her up so easily that Wendy began to enjoy this almost more than his cunt lapping.
"Suck it baby, suck it hard!" Mark cried, closing his eyes and fighting down the desire to shoot off in the sucking brunette's mouth. He jerked his thighs up, pulling his prick out of Jackie's mouth and holding it inches above the young woman's puckered lips.
"Give it ... to me," she panted, working her slender fingers around his balls, tugging them, pulling at them, caressing the leathery, hairy bottoms while making slick, clicking sounds with her tongue and cheeks.
"Okay, then take it, damn it!" Mark cried huskily, regaining control over himself once more. Jackie reached down with one hand and opened her pussylips with her fingers, peeling them back, dipping into her pussy while caressing her stiff clit. She sighed against Mark's plunging cock as the head bounced off her teeth and slid over her tonsils to the back of her throat. She was squirming, thrashing around almost as violently as her friend Wendy.
They made a strange trio. Jackie was on her back writhing on the floor, one hand in her cunt, the other around Mark's swinging balls while her mouth fitted tightly over his cock. The instructor was on his knees, back arched, cock slamming into the brunette's mouth while his face was buried alternately in Wendy's cunt and asshole. Wendy was on her back, legs now high in the air, her hands clawing at the carpeting and Mark's broad shoulders. The room echoed with Wendy's cries, Mark's grunts, Jackie's strangled, gurgling gasps as more of the instructor's cock filled her mouth.
Wendy shuddered, covered with gooseflesh. She was chilled with the wild fever of sexual excitement and impatience.
"Oh, God, God!"
"You ready, baby?"
"No, no, no!"
Mark knew that was the signal for fucking. The young woman was out of control, heaving, thrashing, her resistance as low as it could go!
"Ready to feel me scrambling your guts? Man, you're gonna be tight, real tight."
"Ahhhhh!" Ms. Burns cried, snapping her head back, squeezing her clit between her icy, trembling fingers as she blinked her eyes and watched with breathless anticipation!
Mark came up on his knees, crouching over her ass, holding the smooth cheeks wide apart. He was eating hungrily at her asscrack and tense sphincter muscles. At the same time, he reached under her, wrapping his arms around her waist, heaving upward, pulling the girl closer to him. Jackie groaned, feeling Wendy's butt pressing too hard against her head.
"Christ, I can't take care of both of you," he muttered, wondering what he was going to do with the cock-sucking brunette under him.
"Let Wendy eat her out," Ms. Burns said huskily, seeing Mark's problem. "She'll do it, believe me," the woman offered.
Mark's lips twisted into a smile as he peered down at the young blonde. Yes, she'd do anything right now. Nothing could control her at this point.
"Come on, Jackie, move around, slide down on your friend's face," Mark said, pulling his cock out of the girl's hot, tight wet mouth.
"No! It's not fair!" the girl said, reaching back up to pull his cock back into her hungry mouth.
"Jackie, do as you're told!" Ms. Burns snapped.
The headmistress' voice cut through the young brunette's sexual heat. Meekly, Jackie slid out from under Mark, avoiding looking at the older woman as she crawled around to Wendy's face.
Meanwhile, Mark's head was in perpetual motion. He ate out Wendy's asshole, licking up to the screaming girl's cunt, nuzzling her clit, licking it, only to go back down to her shitter when she started hunching back at him. He moved back and forth, eating out her asshole, eating out her cunt, his cheeks sunk in as he drank in her sweet, flowing pussy juice! Mark rubbed his hands over the girl's belly and tits, growling, making her feel as if she had a wild animal trapped between her thighs. "Oh, I'm so hot, so damned hot!"
"You bet I'm gonna fuck you. I'm gonna fuck that sweet, tight ass. And I don't care if you've never been fucked that way," the instructor said, anticipating the girl's next sentence.
Then he drilled into her ass with his stiff tongue, shoving one finger up to the second joint up her shitter. Wendy's eyes fluttered open in excitement while her jaw slackened. She let out a strangled cry, her body twitching as if someone had touched an electric wire to it. Her legs twitched and jerked, the balls of her feet bouncing against his shoulders while her ass danced on the thickly carpeted floor.
"No, no, no," the young woman whimpered weakly.
"Man, tight and hot and fine," Mark gasped, his face a mask of perverted lust.
Wendy peered up at him and shivered. Nothing she could do would stop him. He'd set his sights on her shitter and was going to fuck it. Rolling her head to one side, Wendy suddenly found herself face to face with Jackie's dripping cunt! She remembered what Ms. Burns had said earlier ... eat out Jackie's cunt! Wendy could smell Jackie's hot, juice-dripping pussy. The young woman was hot, eager to have her cunt satisfied in any way!
Wendy was gasping, too hot, too eager to have her cunt satisfied to complain. She rolled her head away, knowing full well Jackie was going to sit on her face in spite of anything she would say or do.
"Yeah, yeah, come on, honey, squat down on your friend's mouth," Mark said, eager to watch two women making it while he fucked Wendy in the ass.
"You bastard!" Jackie muttered, feeling a rush of hatred and sexual excitement combined. She moved carefully, setting her feet on either side of the blonde teen's head while facing Mark. Jackie squatted down, keeping her cunt poised over Wendy's mouth for several seconds. She stretched out her arms occasionally for balance until she found a comfortable, stable position. Reaching up and fondling her tits, the brunette carefully lowered her pussy onto Wendy's mouth.
"Mmmmmmmffff!" the blonde teenager cried, trying to twist her face away. But it was impossible. Jackie's thighs trapped her head into an upright position while the girl's juicy cunt bounced gently up and down, fitting over her lips. "Yeah, yeah!"
Mark drilled farther into the girl's shitter, increasing the number of fingers until he had three working around, stretching the young woman's asshole. Wendy groaned, her moans making Jackie's pussy shiver with excitement.
The blonde teen was gasping, helpless, barely conscious, teetering on the brink of delirium as Mark kept prolonging the foreplay. He was fascinated, watching Jackie move her cunt over the girl's mouth and watching Wendy eat out the brunette. She was moving her tongue up and down, sticking it up into her friend's cunt and petting the girl's clit with the tip. Jackie closed her eyes and muttered obscenities, rocking back and forth as far as she dared without losing her balance. Her knees moved together then spread apart like the wings of a butterfly. At times Mark couldn't see Wendy's face as Jackie's pussy covered it. But from the sounds and from the motions of the blonde's chin moving back and forth, he knew the hot teenager was eating out her friend.
"No, oh, noooo!" Jackie cried, her body stiffening. She sank down heavily onto her friend's face, her eyes closed, her jaw set tightly, her mouth a drawn scar. She was coming, reaching climax while Wendy kept on petting her sputtering clit with her tongue. Mark held his cock in one hand, keeping the jizz from spurting out of the hot tip while he watched the brunette twitch and stiffen. "Ohhhh!"
Wendy jerked her head away as Jackie slid back off her face and collapsed weakly onto the floor.
The young brunette rolled onto her belly, moving both hands over her crotch and massaging her aching, still-climaxing pussy with her slender fingers. Mark stared down at the cunt juice on her face and smiled.
"Shit, you'd take on a whole fuckin' football team if they were here."
Wendy didn't care what he thought or said any more. She was going nuts! Let them bring on more women, more men, even the dogs! Ohhh, how her body wanted Mark, how her pussy needed relief! She moaned, rolling her thighs from side to side in a silent plea for more hot, wet friction!
Then Mark growled, moving back, taking his thick cock in one hand and positioning it dead center over her spit-slicked asshole. Wendy waited, holding her breath, terrified, excited, so crazed with a mixture of feelings she didn't know what to think next. Now she could feel the heat of his belly and thighs radiating out over her body. She could almost feel the hairs on his crotch acting as ticklers against her pussy and shitter.
He came forward and she started a steady, whimpering moan. Then the girl cried out, unable to keep quiet when she felt the blunt thickness of his cockhead brush against the flesh of her asscrack. Then it nudged gently against the hot softness of her swollen asshole.
"Yeah, fucked in the ass! Baby, you can tell everyone you've been fucked in the ass after you ate out your best friend," Mark taunted.
He moaned, grunted and hunched his thighs. With a powerful lunge, he buried his cockhead in her shitter. Wendy cried out, feeling her sphincter clamping down protectively, gumming the neck of his prick. There was some pain, yes. But all that foreplay had minimized it! This was something new, something she thought only queers did with one another. And now she was begging this odd, wonderful man to fuck her in the ass.
CHAPTER NINE
Mark moaned while Wendy kept on whimpering, feeling his cockhead sliding down, down, farther and deeper into her asshole. He eased forward after several minutes passed and he felt the girl's asshole relax around his cockshaft. The girl stiffened at first. Then Mark eased one hand down between her legs, softly massaging her clit and her wet pussy. Slowly Wendy opened up to the big man, letting her legs spread apart more and more. Soon she rolled her ass up to him, rising gently to the pressure and pleasure of his oversized cock. "OHHHHH!"
Mark snapped his hips. She grunted with the shock, the incredible, strange fullness in her butt. The young blonde forgot about how unnatural she had thought butt-fucking was. Mark massaged her pussy, dipping his fingers in her hot hairy hole, rubbing his thumbs over her clit and making her cry out for satisfaction. Wendy went wild, rocking back and forth, begging him to fuck her harder, faster. Then he started toying with her, moving back, drawing that long, fat hunk of meat nearly all the way out. He stopped only when the blunt tip of his cockhead threatened to pull away from her stretched asshole. Then he held it there for a long moment, watching Wendy twist under him, watching her lips move silently in prayer, begging him to drill her with his cock. Then he slammed hard, forward, driving his prick in, burying it to his balls up inside her ass. Wendy could feel his big, tight-pouched balls swaying and slapping noisily against her upraised butt.
Mark fucked and ground his body against her, working so slowly she could almost count between the strokes. Ohhh, how good it felt to have him drilling her with his cock, driving to the hilt into her, holding his cock there, until she wanted to scream out. Then he pulled out once more, slowly, maddeningly, fucking her with such expertise Wendy thought she could never let another man fuck her.
"Ohhhh, ohhhhh!"
Slowly he increased his fucking tempo, intensifying the slippery sliding and drive of his giant cock. He fucked harder and faster, rolling his hips, snapping his thighs to intensify the throbbing of his fat cock up her ass. Wendy could have sworn she could feel his cockhead jerking and dancing inside her. The young woman was certain Mark was grinding her insides into hamburger. She was so sensitive she could feel the slightest alteration in the thickness and length and energy of that battering ram.
Mark fucked, then slid one of his bracing hands down to her shivering thighs, rubbing it across her pussy. Ohhh, how he worked those calloused fingers over her clit, over her cunt hole, making her hotter, wetter. She was wetting herself, soaking down his fingers and wrist. She was oozing steadily, feeling the hot wonder of climax settling over her fevered brain. Wendy gasped and cried out, knowing she would come in a few seconds!
Then suddenly the big man stiffened and cried out. He cursed, his heavy muscles tensing while his cock expanded and exploded inside her. Then the shuddering spasm of release shattered the girl's butt. She could feel the lava-like cum spatter in her shitter, scalding her bowels, filling up her gut while the big man pawed her jiggling tits mercilessly. Wendy couldn't stop herself now. She teetered on the brink of orgasm for a second, then toppled over into that unspeakable bright world of sexual release. She pawed the big instructor, clawing him with her sharp fingernails, gagging, gasping, crying out for more while he blasted oceans of .cum into her. She could feel it back washing, oozing around the thickness of his prick, dripping out of her asshole and oozing down into her asscrack. Wendy was coming too, pitching, thrashing, wishing she could have these incredibly wild sensations tearing through her pussy for an eternity!
And then seconds later, they were lying lifeless, still, barely able to breathe. Wendy felt Mark's big muscular body now dead weight on top of her. It limited the girl's ability to breathe normally. But it didn't matter. She was more fully alive and contented than she'd been in a long time. How strange it was for this feeling to happen when she was fucked in the ass! What was there about this odd, strange position? The girl had never considered having sex this way. Of course, Wendy thought, she would never have considered making it with a woman or having dogs lick her pussy either! How this institution had changed her!
When Mark regained enough strength to roll off her, Wendy lowered her legs, cramped from their extension over his body. Jackie was still motionless, her eyes closed while her fingers worked dreamily over her sensitive pussy. Ms. Burns had regained control over herself and was sitting straight-backed in the chair, her fingers folded tightly together while she stared coolly at the naked trio.
"Very good," the older woman said, settling back in her chair. For the first time since they started, all three were painfully aware of the older woman's presence. They blushed furiously. Mark especially was infuriated, reaching over and picking his jockey shorts up from the floor.
"What do you want?" he asked huskily, feeling his male pride injured.
"Why, just what you did," Ms. Burns said, her face registering surprise at the apparently stupid question.
"We're supposed to be your performers, your own private circus?" Mark asked, stepping into his shorts.
Ms. Burns spread her hands apart and arched her eyebrows, smiling in confirmation of his question.
"God," he muttered, defeated. Wendy pushed herself up and watched, wondering if she and Jackie would be allowed to return to their cells for rest. In this short period of time, Ms. Burns and her institution had already worked on her mind. She was ready to obey without question, ready to perform whatever act the older woman dreamed up for her.
"Mr. Laughlin," Ms. Burns said with just a touch of impatience in her voice. She looked at him the way an exasperated parent might look on a naughty child. "If you want to keep your job here . . . indeed, if you wish to teach anywhere, I suggest you learn from these good young girls here and not question me. Now, you're free to go . . . free until I call for you once more."
Wendy and Jackie dressed, leaving Ms. Burns' office shortly after Mark did. The young women said nothing to one another that day or the next. They were almost perfect little machines, their minds numbed by sexuality, by the desire now to fulfill their most dark, perverse dreams. At times Wendy realized that was happening, saw herself changing into a beast whose only desires were to excite her pussy in the most foul way possible. But how could she change? Everything around her prevented her from regaining her sanity. The work was hard and hum-drum. Communication with others was cut to the minimum. Even during visiting days, her parents rarely came. When they did, they said little, looking at her as if she were some kind of social leper. It was little wonder that the girl became obsessed with perverse dreams, perverse desires, wild, unnatural drives that oozed into every crevice of her subconscious!
Days passed and Ms. Burns summoned neither Jackie nor Wendy. The blonde chewed on her nails, thinking about Mark, about Jackie, about the dog! She tried to stop her mind from focusing on those terrible things. But it was impossible! Instead she dreamed of getting fucked, of getting sucked, of submitting to the most foul acts. By the fifth day, the young teenager was almost a howling animal. And yet she didn't dare complain. Ms. Burns' discipline had taught her that much.
Then while at the laundry, Hilda came up to her, bending over one shoulder and whispering into her ear.
"They want to see you downstairs." Wendy felt her flesh crawl with excitment while her pussy heated up and grew moist. Yes, yes, this was it! The young woman could barely stand up. As she moved she felt her cunt lips rubbing together, felt electric sparks flutter up and down her clit. She marched down the corridors, unable to look at her few girls she passed. Some of them, she realized, had to be pitying her. Wendy could hardly suppress a smile. Little did they realize this was something she had looked forward to, something she prayed for the past five days.
"Down there. But, you know the way," Hildo said, pointing to the familiar concrete stairs.
When Wendy and the matron reached the basement concrete bunker, they found Ms. Burns waiting for them. She was wearing what could only be described as an "outfit." Gone was the severely tailored suit or the dressing gown Wendy remembered from that fateful first meeting. "Come in, dear."
Wendy stopped at the doorway once more and saw Bruno sitting at the headmistress' feet. Mark Langhlin was standing to one side. It was going to be another long session of sex play. Wendy felt her heart skip a beat when she heard the door close behind her. Jackie wouldn't be in the way this time. Now she'd have Mark all to herself. Ms. Burns appeared to be interested in taking part herself. She stood quietly by one chair holding what appeared to be a riding crop in one hand. Mark's chest was bare. A pair of faded tight-fitting Levi's revealed his semi-rigid cock pressing against his fly. And Bruno studied her, his dark brown eyes lighting up the moment Wendy stepped into the room.
"Hilda did well to leave us alone," Ms. Burns observed, unfolding her arms. "I've spoken with Mr. Laughlin and he understands me as well as you, dear. He needs this job, and I need him."
Wendy was surprised at this frankness from the headmistress. Ms. Burns adjusted her position, smoothing down her hair with one hand. Reaching up, the older woman slipped the black silk blouse she'd been wearing off her shoulders, revealing a firm set of tits with metal nipple cups on those large, melon-shaped boobs. The high collar of the garment had hidden a studded black leather collar which came down in a point between the swell of her tits. Just beneath the collar, the woman had wound black leather bands around her ribs. These were attached to her leather collar by a thin strand of silver wire, which in turn was attached to a metal ring holding the bands together.
It was grotesque! Wendy would have broken up with laughter if Ms. Burns hadn't tapped one end of the riding crop suggestively against her thighs. Ms. Burns had on high-heeled black knee boots. Wendy watched as if hypnotized, feeling some fear. But the long days of thinking about sex had made the girl so eager for some kind of sexual play, Ms. Burns' strange outfit bothered her little.
She glanced at Mark and saw his cock growing stiff. And she forgot what Ms. Burns wore. She breathed heavily, feeling her nipples swelling and scratching against the coarse material of her shift.
"I'm not going to hide my feelings any more from you, Wendy . . . that is, if I've ever really hidden them. You know how I feel about . . . about things. Well, now you're going to find out exactly how I feel."
The girl noticed Ms. Burns' fingers trembling, the riding crop shaking.
"Sorry, Wendy," Mark added, moving up behind the older woman and sliding his arms around her waist. The blonde teen's eyes widened as she watched Mark dry-humping the woman's ass, moving his fingers over her tits, playing with the metal cups. He covered her nipples with one hand while dropping his other down to her crotch, sliding it under the top of the black leather bikini covering her pussy.
The girl licked her lips watching Ms. Burns shudder. Under the leather material, Wendy saw Marks fingers Working over the headmistresses' cunt lips. Ohhhh, was this her punishment, her fate, to watch someone else have sexual satisfaction while she could only stand there and burn?
CHAPTER TEN
"Of course it's cruel of me to let you stand there while Mark takes care of my ... uh needs," Ms. Burns said huskily, straightening her back and pushing the young instructor away haughtily. Wendy saw some disappointment in Mark's eyes as the older woman stepped away and walked toward her. Still in control! Even while letting down some of her mask, Ms. Burns was still in control, controlling them as if they were stage puppets! That's what she liked . . . to be a firm manager, a woman imposing her will on everything and everyone she came into contact with. Wendy felt drawn to this attitude as well as repelled by it.
"What do you want me to do?" the girl asked, staring blankly into Ms. Burns' glittering eyes.
The older woman smiled broadly, moving one hand up and down the blonde teen's cheeks.
"Lovely, lovely, so young, so innocent," the headmistress murmured, cupping Wendy's chin gently in her hand.
"Mark, I want you to fuck me while Bruno here takes care of our little friend. I want to get fucked while I watch the little bitch get licked off and fucked by that dog," Ms. Burns said, her voice suddenly becoming harsh.
Wendy stiffened at the barked orders. She staggered back after the headmistress let her go. Peering down, she saw Bruno getting up, stretching his powerful body and yawning lazily. Did he understand what was happening? The girl hugged her body, backing away from the trio staring at her. Yes, she was hot. But could she take on the animal once more ... in front of Mark? But why was she so concerned with the instructor. He'd lost some standing in her eyes when he'd fallen in with Ms. Burns, becoming nothing more than another of the older woman's instruments of pleasure.
"Take off your shift, dear. You should know that by now, especially when you come to see me."
Wendy did as she was told, watching as Mark unbuttoned his Levi's and pulled down his fly. She watched as his long nine-inch cunt-splitter shot out, wagging back and forth, pressing against Ms. Burns' thighs. Ohhh, how she wished she could touch that thing, feel it throbbing between her shaking, icy fingers, feel it slide up through her cunt until it pushed aside her pussy lips and sank like a hot rod through butter into her cunt!
But that wasn't to be ... at least for the moment. Right now she was going to be nothing more than an entertainment, something to arouse Ms. Burns as she fucked the young stud instructor.
"Come on, Bruno, come on, you know Wendy," Ms. Burns said, lying down on a couch that faced Wendy. "Use the mat over there, dear. No sense in injuring yourself on the concrete floor."
Wendy moved mechanically, pulling the mat over to the center of the low-ceilinged bunker-like room, keeping her eyes on the twosome some ten feet away from her. Ms. Burns had already draped her legs over the edges of the couch, working her fingers over her tits while Mark settled between her thighs and began eating her out. The sound of the young man's tongue and lips slurping over the headmistress' pussy excited her terribly.
"Come, come," Wendy whispered, stretching her arms out toward the puzzled Doberman. There was no hiding the fact she was actually inviting the animal to violate her now. She stared at Ms. Burns, heard the older woman moaning, watched as she thrashed on the couch while Mark slobbered away at her dripping pussy.
"Let that dog lick you off, damn it, or I swear I'll beat you with this crop until you bleed!" Ms. Burns shouted out, holding the crop high over Mark's broad shoulders. The headmistress was watching the girl in spite of her growing sexual fever.
Wendy felt dizzy, a little drunk with lust. Her body was trembling. The Doberman in front of her whimpered, then trotted forward. He bolted forward, his muzzle prodding hungrily now between her thighs.
"OHHHHHHH!"
Wendy's head snapped back, her blonde hair whipping over her eyes and flushed cheeks. She felt his sharp teeth nip at her thighs, her ankles, her calves. Bruno remembered, remembered how hot she was, how eager she'd been before. Now there were extra sounds exciting both Wendy and the Doberman. Ms. Burns had gone back to concentrating on Mark, letting the big stud eat cunt.
"Oh, I can't believe this," the girl stammered.
"Oh, yes, yes, dear, it's happening. And I think it'll continue to happen as long as I'm in charge here," Ms. Burns groaned, closing her eyes and hunching her pussy hard into Mark's face. She dragged her fingernails across his upper back, telling him to suck her clit harder while she hooked her legs over his body and went crazy.
Wendy felt the inner surfaces of her cunt rubbing together as she wormed higher on the mat. Bruno jumped, his heavy forepaws scratching her thighs. His snout shoved under her hot, eager cunt, his tongue wetting her all over. The animal was whining, wiggling his narrow yet muscular ass as he stood above her on the mat.
Wendy thought she was going to die! The girl sucked in breath after ragged breath, feeling the sharp pleasurable spasms cut through her like the blade of a rusty saw. The young blonde teenager felt her stomach buck with excitement. Ohhh, this was shameless, completely depraved! And yet how she'd looked forward to it . . . looked to it the way a starving man looks forward to a promised banquet!
"Oh, no . . . oh, God!"
She was opening her cunt to him. The teenager had fallen back on the mat and let her knees slowly sag apart. Bruno was going wild. His tongue slopped over her inner thighs, each lick bringing floods of juice from her cunt. It was a wonderful friction. Wendy's knees fell farther apart.
The blonde teenager closed her eyes and drew in another lungful of oxygen to feed her writhing body. The Doberman nuzzled his black cold nose between her puffy cunt lips tenderly. In a flash, the girl felt her pussy explode! What was happening was so completely uninhibited. The dog was resting on his belly now between her thighs. She could feel his hot breath between her legs, feel it whispering through her wiry cunt hairs. "Oh, oh, oh!"
Wendy opened her eyes, propping herself up on her elbows, and stared forward. Mark had climbed up now, sucking on the woman's tits, pushing her down on the couch while the headmistress still peered over his shoulders and watched Wendy's further degradation. The young man had slipped his trousers down to his ankles. At times Wendy could see his purple, bloated cockhead sticking out from between their grinding thighs. That made her hotter, made her cunt drip more juice, made the dog lick her more frenziedly. "OHHHHH!"
Wendy didn't care what was taking care of her pussy now. Yes, she knew it was the animal between her long white legs. But the sexual hunger of her body forced all sense of decent morality from her mind. She was completely taken over by the need of her cunt. She reached down to her belly with both hands, finding Bruno's pointed nose and his mouth. She moved her fingers over the squishy, steamy mess between her thighs and felt the animal's tongue lap over her knuckles. He licked between her fingers, lapped at her wrists, wetting her all over.
"Yesssss . . ."
Wendy moved her ass up, giving the dog more of her pussy to eat. He could sense the girl's growing excitement. He whined through his nose. Now he bathed the bottom of her ass with hot spit, lapping back into the split between her asscheeks. Ohhh, he was touching her asshole, touching the spot where she'd last been fucked. Wendy felt so wet down there between her legs! What a wonderful, delicious feeling. And yet how she envied Ms. Burns! How she wished she could have a cock sliding in and out of her pussy, rubbing hard against her clit, filling her!
"Oh, yes, fuck, fuck!" Ms. Burns cried. Mark was completely on top of her, pinning her slender body to the couch while hammering his cock home. Wendy could hear the soft, sticky sounds of the instructor's cock reaming out the headmistress' pussy. It sounded like a pole moving in and out of soft mud.
"Ohhhhh, nooooo!"
Wendy tried to fight up through the lust she felt. She was close to coming! No, no, she didn't want to reach climax this way. She couldn't believe Ms. Burns wouldn't let her get fucked by Mark, get fucked by someone. Oh, what was she thinking! For a second the girl realized what kind of a woman she was becoming! A slut, a whore, a bitch who could only think of fucking and nothing else!
And then Bruno's tongue scraped over her clit once more and the blonde teenager drove those thoughts from her mind. Yes, fucking, fucking.
Her arms trembled, her fingers curling once more behind the animal's furry ears. Wendy humped her back, pressing her swollen cunt up against his muzzle. His dark pink tongue drove up and down her cunt. It was so good, so wonderfully, deliciously good! Her clit burned from the steady licking friction. The places between her toes and fingers tingled strangely. Wendy fanned her fingers out along the Doberman's neck, raising her feet from the mat. She was panting, breathing as unevenly and heavily as the animal. Yes, she was a dog, a bitch, a bitch in heat! She smelled like a dog, acted like a dog as she spread her knees farther apart, groaning as she felt every tiny hollow of her pussy peeled back now. The Doberman nuzzled and licked his way into ecstasy. "PLEASE!"
Oh, what was happening? Wendy gasped and babbled to the Doberman as he raped her with his mouth. She brought her feet together at the sides of his head, petting him with her toes. The stiff ticklish feeling of his coat against her feet made her jerk her head to one side and cry out sharply. A string of drool oozed from one corner of her mouth while she moved her ass up, let it fall back again, then moved it up once more. She twisted to one side, feeling every inch of the dog's furry muzzle caressing the sensitive slick folds of her cunt. Ohhhh, she thought she'd die when she felt him concentrating on her clit again!
"Uhhhhh, uhhhhh!"
Wendy didn't care aobut anything any more. She saw Mark fucking Ms. Burns through the red glaze that had settled over her eyes. She could die doing this thing with the Doberman and it wouldn't matter. It was one of the best things that had happened to her in years!
"AIYEEEEEE!"
Wendy worked her ass around in frantic tight little circles now, crying excitedly through her nose. Her nostrils burned with the air she sucked in to feed her writhing body. Bruno's licking seemed to be everywhere on her body at once. The more she moved, the more pleasure she brought to herself.
"My God, my God!"
Ms. Burns was coming! Wendy could hear the tense eagerness in the woman's quavering voice, could hear Mark's increasingly loud grunts. But did that matter to her? No, not right now. Now the young teenager fed her cunt to the lapping animal, loving it when the dog's tongue slipped up and down her spit-dripping cunt.
"AHHHHHH!"
Wendy's pussy walls spasmed. She could feel the tense muscles trying to grab the Doberman's black, probing snout. She was quivering on the edge of climax. The big muscles in her ass cramped. She kicked her feet up higher, fanning her toes out until they cramped. The dog slowed his rubbing friction, tilting his head and staring curiously at her.
"Oh, no, don't stop now!"
The dog let out a little yip then nuzzled once more between her greasy cunt lips. She felt the tender membranes fill with blood. If a man's cock had been in her, she'd be milking it. The thought hurried her toward the storm of climax raging in her belly. Wendy thought of Mark, of his hot, thick, long cock, thought of what it was doing now, wishing it was reaming her cunt out!
"NOOOOO!"
Wendy pitched on the mat, bucking her ass against the Doberman's jaws. His teeth cut her slightly. But instead of feeling pain, Wendy could only feel pleasure ... a wild, unholy pleasure of unspeakable lust. She scissored her legs tightly around his powerful neck and felt herself sailing off the ground.
"Mmmmmmm!" she hummed between her teeth, letting her head fall back while her body shuddered with lust. The flames licked up her thighs and belly. She quivered and throbbed, bucking her body so wildly she was afraid the dog might jump away. But he stayed, licking and nuzzling, bringing her higher and higher up to the point of no return. Hot juice flooded out onto the mat, wetting the dog's nose until the smacking, wet sounds were louder than before. Wendy wished her climax could be faster, more intense. If only there were something inside her, something her grabbing, convulsing pussy muscles could get hold of!
At that moment, the young woman felt the lapping tongue slip out of her hole. She cried out, her eyelids fluttering open. What had happened? Why was she being left high and dry? Her face registered extreme frustration and anger.
"No, dear, you're not going to get away with this so easily."
It was Ms. Burns, standing a little unsteadily in front of her. Tiny ribbons of white cum oozed out of her hole, wetting down her pussy hairs. "No, Bruno is going to take care of you the way your friend took care of me. Now get over on your hands and knees."
Wendy was too hot to argue. Her heart pounded so loudly in her ears she could hardly hear the headmistress. Ohhhh, how her pussy throbbed. When would it be satisfied?
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"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!
