-Wednesday, the first Week-


“What the fuck is that thing!?”


Gritting her teeth against the shrill exclamation echoing off the shower room walls Jessie turned, letting the hot water of the showerhead soothe her aching muscles as she faced the naked loudmouthed cheetah and her friends eyeing her incredulously. Well, eyeing the cage locked around her dick.


“What the fuck does it look like Jolene,” sighed Jess, leaning back to rinse her hair. She had little time to herself (even that ruined by her inescapable lust-fogged thoughts,) and tried to savor what little she had; she wasn’t about to have it ruined by a little sophomore bitch. “It’s a cock cage.”


The lithe cheetah swung her long black hair to the side and glared at Jessie, her cronies following suit. As captain of the track team she wasn’t used to back-talk from lessers. It was a P.E day and per Morgan’s new orders Jess was now expected to participate instead of sit in the rafters on her phone the whole time, as well as join the track team. It took some convincing that a slacker like her could actually run the whole track but the coach decided to give her a chance. 


Morgan got a good laugh watching her struggle around the circuit, occasionally giving her a shock through her cage as encouragement. Having no interest in cardio workouts, Jess was woefully lacking in stamina. Without the shocks she would have tapped out less than halfway. Now she was expected to run the whole track at least once every day after school.


“What, did Coach make that a stipulation when she let you join?” Deb and Michelle tittered like little kids behind her. “Make sure you don’t get too frisky in the showers? Do we make the big ol’ herm horny seeing us in our uniforms?”


“You wish,” muttered Jess as she lathered up. Why were underclassmen always such ego freaks?


“What was that?”


“Oh yes Jolene, you make me so horny with your lack of tits and stick up your ass,” Jess said sarcastically and made a humping motion with her hips. “Coach had to protect her favorite little gang of personal muff divers so she locked me up. Don’t worry, you don’t have to worry about me when you drop the soap.”


Much better than the truth, Jess thought. She’d never hear the end of it if they ever found out she was sucking her little brothers dick. Or anything else Morgan thought up. So far that meant wearing ever more revealing clothes to school as the week progressed. Starting with just a thigh-length leather skirt, followed by a halter top and short shorts, today she wore a tight sports bra that practically crushed her tits against her chest in its embrace and a pair of pink and black leggings with matching open-toed sandals.


As it was, the barb had the desired effect; three faces turning bright red in embarrassed guilt. Deb most of all. Jess had seen the way Coach looked at her; the old bear eyeing the teenage filly like a fine cut of meat, often “helping” her with proper wrestling form or keeping her after class for extra lessons. She often caught the unmistakable scent of arousal from them both, and the angry looks of the other spurned girls. Not that Jess didn’t see the appeal—watching the busty, chubby girl bounce around when they played volleyball or ran track often sent the Dobie scurrying behind the rafters for some much-needed relief.


“Well it’s not like it would be unprecedented,” hissed Jolene. “How many students have you fucked since you started? I’ve honestly lost count.”


“Someone sounds jealous,” Jess shot back on reflex. “I guess Momma Bear’s strap-on wasn’t as thrilling as you hoped, huh? Probably had to finish you off with her fingers.”


That seemed to strike a nerve, the Cheetah screeching explicatives as she lunged at her. Reflexively Jess raised her fists, prepared for the attack which never came. Peeking over her arms she saw Jolene struggling to free herself from the tight headlock Coach Whitlock now had her in. The bear kept a patient look on her face as she smiled at Jess, ignoring Jolene’s babbling. She wore the stereotypical coach uniform; white shirt, red shorts with tennis shoes and whistle, though the steam from the showers made the shirt all but translucent, showing off her fulsome breasts.


“Having fun I see,” she said demurely as her eyes flicked down to Jess’ cage for a second. “Though probably not as much as you’d like.”


Looking past the hulking bear fur Jess noticed Deb and Michelle standing in military fashion, their backs straight, legs together and arms folded behind their backs looking nervous. Further back she saw that the other girls were continuing their showers, occasionally shooting anxious looks over their shoulders. Too scared of falling into the bear’s bad favor to speak up. Not a good sign. She’d get no help from them.


“Just normal horseplay Coach,” she said evenly, trying not to let her hear the edge in her tone when Coach jammed her thumb into Jolene’s maw. Struggling harder for a moment she relented to gently sucking the digit like a pacifier.


The bear just stood there silently, her eyes all but boring holes into the squirming Doberman over the pitter-patter of water. Surprisingly she threw her head back and laughed, deep belly laughs that did nothing to put Jess at ease.


“Of course,” she chuckled. “All fun and games until someone gets fucked or beat on my watch. Not a great look.” She motioned to Jess’ cage. “Not that I have to worry about that with you anymore, give my thanks to whoever holds the key by the way. I had half a mind to wrestle one on you myself after all the stories I’ve heard. Oh well, no harm no foul. But you…”


Releasing Jolene from under her arm she gripped the young cheetah’s hair cruelly, yanking her head back so she was forced to look at the bear.


“Apologize.”


“But she-aaahhh!“


“Now.”


Made to face Jess with tears welling, her hands uselessly clawing at the Coaches fist keeping her on tiptoes Jolene steeled herself.


“I’m-nng-I’m sorry.”


“Good girl,” rumbled the Coach before finally letting her go. “Out. All of you. Jess and I have to have a word privately.” Turning to the trio of instigators she growled deep in her throat. “I’ll see you three at my house after school.”


“Yes Ma’am,” they said meekly in unison before scurrying out, Jolene shooting one last venomous glance over her shoulder. Jess wished she could slam her foot into the girl’s crotch.


“So you beg me to let you join Track so you can antagonize my star runner?” Whitlock clucked her tongue. “Not a good look Sweetie. What’s your owner gonna think when they hear you got kicked off the team?”


Jess tried her best to keep her composure but something in her eyes gave it away and Coach Whitlock smiled knowingly. “Oh keep trying to deny it, honestly I find it funny. Kind of surprised though, never pegged you for the sub type.”


“I’m not…” Jess muttered. “My stupid little step-brother caught me and he’s holding videos over my head if I don’t do whatever he says, and I have to stay on Track or I get punished.”


“Thought that little twit seemed in a better mood than usual,”  Whitlock sounded surprised but only slightly. “Sounds like you’re in a bit of a pickle Sweetie. I don’t want you on my team if you’re just gonna bite everyone’s heads off every time they rile you up. But if you’re off the team that probably won’t make Foxy Boy happy.”


Realizing quid pro quo when she hears it Jess let out a sigh of frustrated defeat. “What do you want?”


Before the words were even out of her mouth the Coach was on her, one hand around her neck and the other grabbing her balls. Despite herself Jess felt her cock stir. “I want you,” growled the bear, drinking in the Doberman herm’s freshly washed fur. “I’ve wanted to knock you down a peg or two since I first laid eyes on you.I want you at my house after school once a week. Full service, no complaints or you’re out. I’ll even help make a workout routine for you. Same as my girls. Deal?”


Tongue lolling from the way Whitlock tugged on her cage teasingly, Jess struggled to think straight. Releasing her grip on Jess’ throat she slapped her none too gently. Gripping her face she forced the dog to meet her gaze.


“Focus, bitch. Limited time offer here. In about a minute that bell’s going to ring and I can have your little Master here to tell him how you fucked up. Probably won’t be too happy you’re already out.”


Anxiety slashed through the haze of pleasure like a knife. “Please don’t,” she begged. “Deal, deal. Please.”


“Good,” purred Whitlock, forcing Jess into a deep kiss. Overcome with lust she kissed back, their tongues lashing at each other in a duel for dominance. Shifting her grip to Jess’s wrists, holding them above her head with one hand and while her other mauled the herm teen’s slit, fucking her with two thick fingers until she was on the edge, moaning into Coach Whitlock’s mouth. 


Finally breaking the embrace, stepping back and grinning at the frazzled, frustrated mess dripping pre from her pathetic caged prick sprawled on the tiling.


“I’ll see you Friday, Meat. Be ready for some strenuous workouts. And don’t knock my strap-on till you try it.” Lifting her fingers to her maw the old bear sniffed them before licking them clean. “Not bad either.”


With that she turned and left, leaving Jess alone to clean herself up (again) as the bell rang, signalling 5th period.


—


The shock came about 5 minutes of entering the classroom. Already tardy her face burned with unnatural embarrassment as she found an empty desk near the back of the class. The teacher, an old Wolf called Mr. Wimble, ignored her and continued the lesson, droning on about the philosophy of Crime and Punishment.


Bored she killed time doodling various comical ends to her “owner” as Coach Whitlock had so aggravatingly put it. Bound to train tracks, dangling over a vat of acid, even the classic Bond situation strapped to a table with a laser ready to bisect him starting at the crotch. Giggling to herself quietly she was startled by the sudden jolt to her own junk, letting out a stifled yelp. With a deep sigh Mr. Wimble faced the class, his eyes resting on the squirming Doberman at the back.


“Yes Ms. Fitzpatrick? Would you like to grace the class with whatever you have in such a conniption? It must be more important than your education.”


The grating, condescending tone set Jess’ teeth on edge but she held her anger in check. Normally she would respond with a couple emasculating remarks before being sent to the principal for reprimanding. But this was not a normal situation (was it becoming so though?) so it called for different actions.


“Sorry Mr. Winston,” she said as calmly as possible. “Cramp in my leg.”


Considering her excuse for a moment the bespectacled Lupid finally returned to the board. “Next time just don’t come to class instead of constantly interrupting, please. I’m used to teaching without you anyways.”


“Yes Sir,” she said humbly, drawing confused looks from those around her before attention refocused to the board and pens took to notebooks. Once she was certain nobody was watching, Jess slipped her phone out of her pocket, her stomach dropping out at the sight of 3 unread messages from Morgan.


The first was an order, sent just after the bell went off. “Go to the 3rd floor utility closet and strip. Panties in your mouth, send me a picture when you’re finished.” Marked 5 minutes later a follow-up; “why don’t I have a picture of you presenting yet Maggot? You’ve got 1 minute to respond before I give you some encouragement.” The third simply a question mark.


Pulling up the keypad she quickly fired off a response. “I’m in class right now, I can’t.” She remembered to finish it with a “sir” at the last second before sending it.


The word bubble signifying Morgan typing lingered forever, gnawing at Jess’ growing anxiety. After what felt like an eternity listening to Mr. Winston’s agonizingly dull deconstruction of Razumíkhin‘s moral meaning, a new message finally popped up. “Figure it out. I’ll give you 5 more minutes before those videos go up. And now I want the panties on your head.”


‘You little shit,’ mouthed Jess silently. Firing off the obligatory “yes, sir” she considered her (very limited) options. Neither was very pleasant, but at least if she obeyed there was still a chance out of this. And the possibility of a reward, however fleeting that was now.


Time to nut up or shut up I guess, Jess thought to herself as she cleared her throat loud enough for Mr. Winston to hear. For the third time in just a handful of minutes the greying wolf stopped mid sentence and turned his stony gaze on the interrupting party.


“Ms. Fitzpatrick?”


“Sorry to interrupt Mr. Winston, but I need to go to the bathroom please.”


The words hung awkwardly in the air, Mr. Winston simply stared at her like a particularly unpleasant specimen under a sheet of glass. Looking closely Jessie could see the subtle twitch of his eyelid showing his restrained anger.


“Ms. Fitzpatrick,” he finally said, his tone subdued. “You’ve interrupted the lesson three times now since you entered my class. If it were any other student asking me I would have sent them to the principal’s office. Unfortunately you have a certain...permission,” his eyes darted down to her lap before returning to her eyes. “So I’m not allowed to do that. What I can do is make sure you don’t continue to interrupt. So after you go take your medically required jerk-off session please don’t bother coming back.”


Turning towards the board he resumed writing while addressing her. “Some of these students are actually here to learn. I implore you to try and be one of them, though at this rate it might be too late.”


With that he went back to the lesson, ignoring her completely as she silently gathered her things and made her way out, chastised (in more ways than one.)


—


The 3rd floor utility closet sat on the far end of the main building, which gave Jessie the advantage of scoping the area out before she went in. Leaning against the wall inconspicuously, just your typical senior playing hooky; nothing to see here sir. She knew she was cutting it close waiting around like this but fear of discovery kept her till the last minute.


The utility closet wasn’t anything special; shelves lined one wall, filled with various cleaning supplies. On the opposite side sat a large sink with a mirror, usually used to fill mop buckets and the like. Several half-empty boxes covered the back wall, and after stripping Jess laid her clothes (neatly folded, as was now expected) out of the way on one.


Now nude, panties and phone in hand she felt the cold hand of anxiety grip her. This was so fucking risky. If a janitor just so happened to need something in here they were fucked. Well, she was fucked. She knew Morgan would probably throw her under the bus. Not that she really blamed him—she would have done the same.


Looking at herself in the mirror she inhaled deep through her mouth and exhaled through her nose. It helped a little, but not much.


Steeling herself she slipped the pair of frilly pink panties over her head, centering the crotch on her nose as she had seen in so many hentai drawings and shows. Obviously that was where Morgan got the idea from; she had loads of it on her hard drive. The smell of her musk and pre-cum filled her nostrils, and she felt her cock stir in its prison. She tried to ignore it as she got into position, the hard concrete causing her knees to ache almost immediately. Hopefully he wouldn’t keep her waiting for long Jess thought, snapping a picture of herself and sending it to her step-brother with the line “I’m ready for you, Master.”


Thankfully (as thankful as she could get in her current situation) he arrived within a minute. He’d probably been watching her around a corner or something—he had study hall this period, which had no actual requirement for attendance. They had at least a half hour to themselves before they were missed (more so Morgan, Jess having long been labeled a lost cause by the majority of the school.)


For a minute Morgan just stood there, probably savoring the sight of his former tormentor kneeling at his mercy as the door slowly swung shut behind him. Through her obscured vision, eye level with the Fox’s crotch she could see the tent in his pants. Despite herself she felt her mouth begin to water. What the fuck was happening to her?


“Well well, looks like you can follow orders.”


“Yes sir, I’m sorry for not responding to you immediately. Coach Whitlock had to talk to me after class. She wants me to stay later on Fridays for a few hours for more practice if that’s alright.” She had concocted the half-truth on the way upstairs; technically she wasn’t lying, she was just omitting certain details. 


She waited anxiously as Morgan considered it, amusing himself playing with Jess’ restrained balls with his shoe and making her squirm uncomfortably. Finally with a sigh he stopped the torment, pulling the panties off Jess’ head and forcing her to look at him. She barely held back the primal urge to bite his fingers off.


“Fine, but I’m going to punish you when we get home for making a decision without my permission. Understand?”


“Yes, Sir.” *I will fucking castrate you*


“Good,” Morgan growled, unzipping his pants and freeing his cock. 


As she was already growing (frighteningly) used to Jess leaned forward and took him into her mouth and began to bob her head back and forth, the Dobie’s arms crossed behind her with fists clenched so hard they nearly drew blood.


Moaning deeply Morgan took hold of his step-sisters head, pushing and pulling her on and off his shaft at a slowly building pace until he was all but fucking her mouth. Jess for her part focused on breathing and not choking when he pulled her down onto his crotch. Through the anger and shame though she felt her own arousal grow. As much as she thought she hated this, it felt right somewhere in the back of her mind. 


Even as he gripped her painfully by the ears and slammed her muzzle into his lap, filling her mouth with his salty cum she felt her cock strain against it’s cage, eager to be stroked, played with but denied attention. All she felt was pent up and frustrated as Morgan pushed her away to catch his breath. Choking down the fox’s load Jessie resumed position on her already aching knees while Morgan grabbed his bag and sat on one of the boxes behind her.


“Face me.”


Slowly turning, kneecaps screaming, Jess watched her step-brother rummage around in his overstuffed backpack, finally producing one of her feral dog dildoes, the one with a big knot at the base. She was too shocked upon seeing the floppy dong to react when Morgan tossed it at her, hitting Jess square in the face and drawing a howl of laughter from the fox.


“Pick it up,” he got out through his giggles.


She wanted to kill him. She wanted to grab the dildo, beat him to within an inch of his life with it, then ream his ass until the tip popped out of his mouth. Instead she simply picked it up as ordered and waited, looking at her smirking Master.


“Well don’t just sit there like an idiot, show it a good time!”


Shooting a glare at Morgan she started with a long, slow lick from the base to the head before taking the thick dog cock into her mouth as she used to do for her own pleasure. Moaning softly to herself she pulled it out to the tip before ramming it back in, the knot catching on her muzzle. Out of the corner of her eye she watched Morgan stroke his own growing dick, the smell of his and her own growing arousal feeding into her frustration.


“Alright enough of that. Now that you’ve got your lover all lubed up how about you show him a good time? Turn around and put your head down, I want to watch you fuck your ass until you cum through that cage.”