"My God!" she gasped to herself, voice quivering. "What is this film I'm showing? Surely the audio-visual department wouldn't have allowed…"
"No," Wayne Conroy said beside her. "The movie ain't one the school bought."
"What?" Joan swiveled her head around, surprised by the unexpected appearance of the sadistic young boy beside her. "Wayne! What are you doing away from your desk?"
"Why, Miss Frazer," he answered with a grin through the dim light, "I thought I'd calm you down. I can see you're all shook up over the dog being there, but don't worry. He'll only fuck her."
"How do… How do you know?" whispered Joan falteringly.
"I've seen this one before, that's how," the youngster replied, and then he chuckled in a low, lewd tone. "Sit down on the floor, teacher. We'll watch the film together."
"Wayne…"
"Sit down on the floor with me, I said," he snarled. "And be damned quick about it, child-molester."
Joan's blood turned to ice as she heard his obscene name-calling. It was a brazen, lewd reminder of the blackmailing hold the cruel teenager had over her life, and the fact he would have no compunction against following through with his threat if she didn't do exactly what he wanted. Realizing she had no choice, she slid from her chair, shivering with humiliation at the thought that all the other students would be able to see her obeying like this. She dropped with her knees bent under her, her softly quivering buttocks resting on the backs of her legs, and found that Wayne's arm was waiting for her. He brought his hand up around her waist and hugged her close to his lean, virile chest. Even though she was unwilling to submit to this further indecency, Joan had no choice but to cringe against the boy and make no protest.
"Now, Miss Frazer," he whispered wetly into her ear, "let's just relax and watch the movie…"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Joan knew she had to break away now, no matter what the cost would be later on. She was nearly beside herself with an almost uncontrollable mixture of shame, fear, and revulsion, these blending with a smoldering lust that was commencing to burn hotter up between her tightly clenched thighs. But the helplessness of her own position seemed to somehow tie her emotionally to the naked black girl lying quaking with fear beneath the snarling dog. A sadistic sense of fascination seemed to hold her spellbound to the floor beside the young boy. She couldn't even keep her eyes from the film! The lewd thought of this monstrous dog raping the nakedly defenseless girl reminded her too strongly of her own submission in Farmer Treakle's barn, and shivers of revulsive empathy tingled through her sensitive skin as she completely identified herself with the scene upon the screen.
Joan squirmed as she felt her panties cutting deep into the crevice of her buttocks; the flimsy little bikini was already soaked and she squeezed her thighs together to hold back down the tingling sensations that were growing stronger there. She was on dangerous ground and knew it, but still was not able to bring herself to break away, the evil fascination of the impending ravishment holding her glued to the spot. She squirmed downward again, the back of her calves forcing the sweat band of her panties deeper up onto the pulsating split of her loins. She felt the throbbing arousal of her clitoris, and she bit her fleshy lower lip to hold back the unwanted sensations that were creeping from up between her thighs.
Her thoughts jerked back to the movie. The giant German Shepherd lowered his head to the helpless girl's soft, hair-covered vagina and was sniffing it. His tail wagged and trembled as though he had found a bitch in heat. The trembling young woman moaned in terror as the cold nose suddenly made contact with her puckered little anus. She tensed as his tongue snaked out and licked wetly up and down the crevice around it, its curled tip burrowing slightly into the outer fleshy anal ring.
For a moment the young dark-skinned girl tried to squirm away, but the dog raised his head and growled again before starting to greedily lap the narrow pink slit between her widespread buttocks. He ran his tongue wetly the full length of it, from the tight-closed little anus up over the fluted pink edges of her cunt to the tiny sensation bud atop her pubic mound. His great tongue spread through the puffy wet swelling like a knife through soft brown butter. It flicked relentlessly between her thighs, stopping sporadically to curl its way deep into her moistly throbbing vaginal hole… causing her to jerk spasmodically.
Joan shuddered at the sexual stimulation that indulging in something forbidden gives even against one's will. She involuntarily moaned at the change coming over the undulating Negress on the mossy ground. The frightened mewls that had come from the girl's terror-stricken face were changing to soft sighs of unconscious pleasure a feeling that she obviously did not want and had set her mind against, but one which the slithering, licking tongue was forcing her to accept and enjoy.
She is exactly the way I was last Monday, Joan thought, staring up at the screen; and a chill of feminine understanding rippled through her when she saw the dark-skinned woman finally capitulate to her tormentor.
The Negress raised her hands, holding them in indecision for a moment above her nakedly squirming body, then dropped them down to grasp the nuzzling dog's peaked ears. With a deep animalistic sound, she kicked her legs back over her head and pulled his nose forward and into her saliva-wettened cunt. His giant tongue thrust up the moistened passage like an attacking lizard, ravishing her upthrust little pussy without mercy. Wild incoherent shrieks streamed from the loudspeaker as she pleaded and encouraged the beast salivating between her rotating buttocks. He worked like the savage brute he was, the rutting lust of the wild driving him on…
Joan heard another series of loud, gasping groans in the room and, in surprise, tore her eyes from the obscene show on the screen. The shock was even greater. Lucy Hamilton was on the floor, with both legs spread wide apart and her dress up over her hips. Knuckles' hand was inside her thin white panties, cupping her girlish pubic mound. Joan shuddered at the outline of the boy's fingers stroking under the sheer nylon cloth as he sunk them deep into her small vagina. Lucy, unaware of anyone, was grinding her young loins in rhythm to the fingers fucking into her. Joan could also see her other students, Mickey and Sharla, embracing on the floor beside their desks. Their thrusting young bodies were locked together as they searched each other's clothing with wandering hands. A warning bell sounded again in the teacher's subconscious mind. She knew she should call an immediate halt – now – before her own body succumbed to the same lewd urges which were affecting her adolescent pupils.
But then, a heart-rendering groan from the movie pulled Joan's weakened mind from logical thought and back to the screen. The dog had lifted his head from the pleading black girl's loins to nose her over onto her stomach in servile surrender. Her resistance was completely gone from the maddening tongue which had so mercilessly lapped her vagina to a fiery readiness. She was enslaved by the huge beast panting expectantly over her, and she meekly moved to lay spread-eagled and face down upon the moss. The huge head lowered again, the thick tongue slithering into the exposed crevice between the moaning girl's naked buttocks. She twisted back toward the dog lasciviously, reaching to spread the ebony cheeks and give full access to her little brown starred anus.
The dog's tongue licked for long, avid moments, and the aroused teacher felt the aching hunger inside spread from her abdomen up to her passion-swollen breasts. She gasped for breath and squirmed harder down against the floor, trying to put out the fire burning in her helplessly quivering cunt. She felt young Wayne become more restless beside her, and then brazenly move his hand beneath the thin over-blouse she wore to rest heavily on her left breast. A jolt of terror compounded with lewd excitement shot through her body as he cupped the softness of her large, firm globe, trapping the tiny nipple gently between thumb and forefinger. His hand caressing her hardening breast was causing deep gong-like reverberations to ripple through her entire body. Frantically, she tried to pull his fingers away, but her own hand moved only as far as the boy's – and then stayed there of its own volition, not obeying her mind's commands, merely lying limp and useless over his kneading fingers with a deep sigh, she turned her distressed eyes once more back to the film…