-Friday-


“Shit, what’d he make you do after school?”


“Well, Mom and Dad were both working late as usual, so he made me clean the house naked. Made me wear a fucking cock gag, just to rub it in. A plug too, the vibrating one I showed you.”


“Sheesh,” hissed Gillian, the tall donkey taking a long drag on her cigarette and slowly exhaling through her nose. The chill Autumn air had come on suddenly, turning the once-vibrantly green trees lining the school parking lot to dark auburn’s and yellows, soon to litter the ground. Ultimately raked up and thrown into a bin to decompose. 


Such a simple existence, Jess thought. No rules to follow, no fear of punishment, no goddam horny thoughts plaguing her more and more each day she couldn’t cum. No latent, confusing arousal at how wrongly right this whole thing felt, chipping away at her desire to escape and exact revenge. No horny dreams where more often than not these days she was the collared one instead of the leash holder.


They were supposed to be in class right now, but damned if she was going to sit through god knows how many lectures each day just because she was caged. Mr. Wiston could eat a dick for all she cared.


“What about the Coach? You’re playing along with her?”


“Not much I can do,” Jess groaned, lazily blowing a ring of smoke and watching it dissipate as she thought of the old bear. Now that she was a part of the Track team she was expected to run with the rest of them every day. “Gotta just go with it. I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place with her.”


“More like a dyke and a strap-on,” quipped Sherry jokingly from the other side of Gillian’s towering form, leaning into her girlfriend for warmth.


“Keep trying, Hon,” snorted Gillian, ruffling the small wolf’s hair playfully before seizing hold and forcing her head back. “And watch your mouth. I don’t remember asking for my bitches opinion on her betters.”


“Ahh! S-sorry Ma’am,” Sherry whimpered, trying (and failing) at secretly grinding her thighs together through her jeans. “I was just trying to make a -nnnhhh!- joke!” A masochist through and through she longed for this kind of rough treatment. More than once Jess had been a part of their fun, making the nerdy little she-wolf beg for the herm’s cock.


“Don’t let it happen again, or I just might lend you to Jessie’s little brother for an attitude adjustment,” Gillian growled. Releasing her girlfriend’s hair she took one last drag off her cigarette. “Now open.”


Sherry looked ready to argue but the look her former bully-turned-lover gave her made the canine  reconsider. With a cursory look around the parking lot to make sure there were no bystanders watching she leaned her head back and opened her maw. Without a second thought Gillian stubbed the still-smouldering cigarette butt out on Sherry’s tongue, the little masochist letting out a simpering moan of pleasure from the degrading, painful treatment.


“Swallow,” ordered Gillian and the wolf complied, opening her mouth to show no trace of ash. “Good girl.”


While the display of power had the desired effect of reducing Sherry to a quivering pile of dripping, submissive goo, it had the added weight of turning on one unwillingly chaste Doberman herm. Breathing heavy, her cock beginning to ache in its confinement as blood began to engorge it.


“Fuck…”


Bending forward, uselessly cupping her crotch through the tight leggings Morgan had picked out, Jess braced herself against Gillian’s beat up old Pinto. By now her cock was as stiff as it could get, but that was far from enough for the sizable member. 


“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”


“You ok, Jess?” Gillian watched with growing concern as the Doberman slowly moved to a crouch, whimpering and moaning. Jess’ mind churned with lust, a whole week unable to so much as play with herself coming to a head with just one single thought beginning to encompass her entire being.


*I need to cum.*


*I need to cum I need to cum I need to cum I need to cum IneedtoCUM-*


“Jess?”


“Y-yeah! Just...just a cramp on my leg! Fucking thing won’t go away!”


Pretending to massage her calf and throwing a forced grin over her shoulder, she balled her hand into a fist and, taking a deep breath, drove it into her crotch.


“Oooo Gggghhhh…”


Jess saw her vision grey for a moment, the punch near enough to make her pass out. Remaining there doubled over, she waited for the ensuing nausea to pass before finally struggling to wobbly feet. Facing her friends she forced out one more nonchalant smile, trying hard to not clench her teeth hard enough to ache.


“Sorry ‘bout that,” she said huskily. “Still getting used to running every day.” 


“Bullshit.”


Frowning deeply, arms crossed, Gillian looked pissed. Jess swallowed. She knew that look.


“What?”


“Bullshit,” the donkey repeated, glaring at her old friend. Behind her Sherry was still reveling in subspace, too out of it to pay attention. “That was no cramp. What the fuck just happened? Did we make you horny?”


“No!” Jess’ knuckles ached with the force she held her hands at her sides, nails all but drawing blood. She wanted to hit something. No, she wanted to hit Gillian for continuously prying into her goddamn business. “Like I just said, I had a cramp and I dealt with it.”


“So you’re just going to stand there and act like I didn’t just see you punch yourself in the nuts.”


“I-I-“ Jess sputtered, quickly cut off.


“You realize I’m not stupid, right Jess? I have eyes. And you’re the least subtle person I know.”


Jess swallowed hard, trying to clear the growing lump in her throat. Gillian just stood there waiting, Sherry (having gained some semblance of composure) looking on quizzically.


“...Well?” Pressed Gillian.


“Fine!” Jess snapped. “Yes, you made me horny! Yes, I punched myself in the nuts because my fucking little brother is an asshole!” She felt angry tears beginning to sting the edges of her eyes.


“Jesus, keep it down will you? Want the whole school to hear?” Looking around they seemed to be alone in the parking lot, classes still a couple minutes from letting out.


“Why the hell should I care if anyone hears!?” Her knees buckled and Jess slumped against the passenger side door, hugging her knees. Tears began to flow. “I’m fucked anyway. Might as well just let everyone know I’m ten times the freak they thought I was.”


“So that’s it?” Gillian asked in disbelief. “Just roll over and let everyone walk over you because of some stupid fucking cock cage and some pictures?” She shook her head. “What happened to I don’t give a single shit what anyone else thinks?”


“This is leaps and bounds over that!” Yelled Jess. “He could fucking ruin my entire life if he wants! I could go to jail with the shit he has on me!”


“So I ask again, that’s it? Just roll over and take it?”


“Yes, that’s fucking it.”


“Shame, the Jess I knew would be figuring’ out her best chance to get hold of the little prick’s phone while she’s at it.”


“What?” Jess sniffed.


“Easy,” Gillian said, beginning to count off on her fingers. “First, play along. Do what he wants, make you think he’s got you. Then, when he gets a little too careless you snatch that phone from him when he’s not looking’.”


She gestured to Jess’ crotch.


“Get that thing powered off at the very least, then you get the little fag right where ye’ want him. Make him spill the beans on where the key is, get that thing off proper, get rid of anything he has on you. Then he’s YOUR bitch after that.”


Jess laughed sarcastically. “Yeah, now that’s a plan for the ages, Gil. I’ll get right on it!”


“At least consider it,” Gillian said over the shrieking school bell. Grabbing her bag Jess turned and made her way back to the main building, throwing a hand back in half-hearted affirmation.


“Do you think she will, Ma’am?” Asked Sherry tepidly, watching one of her former bullies limping like a beaten feral. The little wolf teen had simply stood by while the two lifelong friends argued, too scared to interrupt. “She looks pretty defeated.”


“Oh, she’s still got some fight in her,” Gillian said, pulling her lover in close to warm themselves against the growing Autumn breeze. Slipping her hand down her jeans she groped Sherry’s ass possessively, delighting in the nerdy teen’s moans. “Don’t worry too much about her. Worry more for yourself.”


“Ma’am?”


“You’re still not off the hook for speaking without permission, cuntlet.” She murmured into the wolf’s twitching ear. “Last I heard that’s an ass reaming with that big dragon dick you love so much.”


Shivering and blushing with arousal, Sherry raised her muzzle to look at her Mistress only to be met with the donkey girl’s lips forcing her into a deep kiss. Unable to pull away she fruitlessly ground her crotch against Gillian’s thigh in a vain attempt to get off. Just as quickly thwarted by her girlfriend’s hand once more entwining itself into her long auburn hair and pulling her away. Grinning stupidly, endorphins rushing through her brain she met Gillian’s gaze.


“Can’t wait, Ma’am!”


—


“Turn left on the next intersection.” 


The robotic voice of the GPS always grated on Jess’ nerves. Doubly so now, with Gillian’s words still banging around her head. Was it possible? Yes. Probable? Morgan’s cautious approach to the whole thing said otherwise.


Dropping Morgan off at their house, he gave strict instructions. Follow every order, or pay the price. Nodding in assent, she plugged the address in and started driving.


Large swaths of untamed woods separated the few and far between bungalow-style houses set off from the main road, just on the outskirts of town. Usually reserved for wealthy hermits to live in complete seclusion. Not exactly the normal price range for a high school gym teacher.


What had she gotten into?


“In 300 feet, your destination is on the right.”


“Yeah, yeah, I see it.”


The Coach’s house stood a ways back, almost completely concealed from the main road by trees (no doubt a conscious move, Jess thought.) If you didn’t know there was a road there you would undoubtedly miss it. Parking in front of the adjoining garage she observed it for a moment. Normal enough deck furniture; a rattan love seat, chairs, a side table to sit drinks and the like. Nothing that screamed ‘I’m a sadistic statutory rapist bull dyke.’ A little surprising-she expected at least a tiny bit of eccentric decoration out here in the middle of nowhere.


Mentally shrugging she rang the doorbell. And waited.


Finally the door swinging open, Jess was greeted by the sight of a heavily gimped Michelle. Nude save for her restraints, Jess saw the young opossum’s eyes widen and narrow through the leather hood encompassing her head. From the teen’s mosquito bite-sized tits a pair of small jingle bells hung, held to her little pink gumdrop nipples by a vicious pair of alligator clamps. A leather belt wrapped around her narrow waist connected to a pair of wrist cuffs by chains, limiting the extent of the marsupial’s hands to a couple feet.


Simply standing there flabbergasted, trying to process the image in front of her for what felt like forever, Jess was jolted back by the rumbling voice of Coach Whitlock somewhere further inside.


“Well? Don’t just stand there, pick your jaw up and get the hell in here! You’re late as it is, and we’re burning daylight. I’ve had to amuse myself without you.”


Michelle shooting a smug look behind her hood, she stepped aside and let Jess enter.


“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”


Reclining in an old La-Z-Boy in the living room and nursing a bottle of Guinness, Coach Whitlock looked unhappy. Wearing nothing but a harness made from leather straps encircling her muscled, curvy form, she cut an intimidating figure, reminding Jess of the many depictions of barbarian queens from various fantasy fetish sites. All she needed was a huge battle axe and some heads mounted to the walls. She already had the harem of concubines.


Deb knelt between the bear’s legs, similarly attired as Michelle and hard at work satisfying Coach’s puffy folds with her tongue. The filly straddling Jolene’s face, her dildo-gagged muzzle buried between Deb’s plump ass cheeks. Alternately rising and slamming down onto the frog-tied cheetah’s face, her pussy covering her struggling friend’s nose and cutting off her air whenever she took a moment to rest.


Splayed out on the hardwood floor, Jolene fared no better being used as a toy. Her arms bound together and trapped underneath her, she had little room to struggle under the constant assault of quivering, sensitive horse flesh suffocating her. The dual plugs filling her holes doing little to help her situation with their incessant, maddening vibrations keeping her on the edge. Both Deb’s ass and Jolene’s inner thighs bore the tell-tale marks of a session with a flogger.


Once again today Jess felt the beginning of a boner coming on.


“I said, what the fuck are you doing you dumb cunt?”


Glaring from her seat, the Coach pointed at Michelle.


“Do you see her wearing fucking clothes in my house? Her? This one?” A finger stabbed at Deb and Jolene respectively. “Lose them. Now. Be quick about it, and maybe I’ll consider not laying into you with my razor strap for disrespecting me.”


Her tone garnering no argument, Jess began to strip. Tossing the garish neon pink halter top, bra and leggings into a corner until she stood in a pair of embarrassing Hello Kitty panties barely covering the bulge of her cage.


“Very nice,” purred the Coach, licking her lips and eyeing the Doberman up. The new workout routine had yet to show, with a thin layer of fat covering Jess’ middle. “Toss those panties over here.”


Reluctantly Jess complied, peeling the tight fabric down her hips and stepping out of them before throwing them into the Coach’s open hand.


“Cute,” she remarked, holding the garment with both hands. Holding them to her nose she inhaled deeply, moaning ecstatically as she grabbed hold of Deb’s hooded head, forcing the filly deep into her cunt. Her muscular thighs trapping the poor girl for the duration of the Coach’s squirting orgasm.


Deb writhing atop Jolene, struggling futilely to get a breath of fresh air while simultaneously fucking hersef on the Cheetah’s face and blocking her friend's airway with her pussy. Catching her breath, the Coach released her death grip on Deb’s head and pushed her away, the filly falling onto her side and slipping off Jolene’s face. Both girls gasping in relief and moaning in frustration from their stolen orgasms.


“That was good,” sighed the Coach contentedly, standing up and stretching. “I always like to start things off with a little fun before we get to the down and dirty.”


Turning to Michelle she growled. “Get them up, then get your asses out onto the field for warm-ups while I get Fresh Meat here in uniform.”


Leading Jess down a hall they stopped at a door with a pair of leather cuffs hanging from the doorknob. “This here’s my main playroom, but as you’ve already seen I like to utilize any area I can. A playroom’s just easier to store shit in.”


The playroom was spacious; a wall had been knocked out to give the Coach ample room for a variety of fetish furniture. Jess silently noted them, ranging from a simple spanking bench to a set of standing cages and a worrying-looking recreation of an inquisition-era stretching rack. Whips and various gags and restraints hung from pegs dominating the closest wall.


A strong hand pressed insistently into the small of Jess’ back, guiding her toward the middle of the room. Stopped, she felt the Coach’s hands silently position her, folding her arms behind her, each of Jess’ hands gripping the opposite elbow. Made to thrust her chest out, displaying her full tits for her Mistress’s appreciation.


“Spread your legs. Wider. That’s it, eyes forward. Keep that fucking neck straight.”


Satisfied, the Coach disappeared out of her sight, Jess’s ears twitching anxiously as she heard rustling of leather and chains.


“Go ahead, ask.”


“What?” The words came out as almost a whisper, anxiety paralyzing her vocal chords.


A rumbling chuckle from somewhere behind her. “What? You’re not curious how exactly the high school coach comes to own all this shit? Or how exactly those three little morsels ended up under my boot?”


Jess risked a shrug. “Ok, how does the high school coach come to own all this shit? I mean I knew you were a dyke from the get-go, but this?”


Caught off guard by a mass of leather suddenly pulled over her face, Jess felt a hood slide in place snugly. A built in muzzle gag enveloped her maw, preventing any movement. Zipped up the back, the Coach wrapped a collar around her throat, held in place with a small padlock.


“There we go,” said the Coach appreciatively, holding Jess’ chin and forcing her head this way and that. “Not too bad, we’ll have to get you measured for a custom one but this’ll work for now.”


Stepping away again Jess was left alone while the Coach gathered the next pieces of restraint.


“To answer your question by the way, that’s none of your fucking business.” A wide leather belt wrapped around her waist, tightened until it cut slightly into the Doberman’s soft middle. “And as for the Three Cuntleteers, I imagine it’s a little similar to you and your brother. Happened to catch them in a…’compromising situation’ to put it lightly.”


One after the other Jess’ wrists were pulled to her sides and locked into their own set of wrist cuffs, the chains leading to the sides of her belt.


“My, my, even better than I imagined,” rumbled the Coach, leaning into the bound Dobie and pressing her tits into Jess’ back. Reaching around she fondled a breast with one hand while the other roamed lower, taking hold of her caged cock and massaging her balls. Unsurprisingly, the treatment and restraints had her new fuck puppy practically drooling from the tip of her cage. Dipping past her balls she found Jess’ slit in a similar situation.


“Fucking Niagra Falls down here,” she exclaimed. “You’re loving this, aren’t you slut.”


Moaning, Jess nodded rapidly; any sense of shame or inhibition was lost once the hood went on. She was no longer Jessie. She was whoever, whatever her owner wanted her to be. And she loved every second of it.


“You love being my little cuntrag, don’t you?” Another nod, barely listening, more focused on the fingers pistoning in and out of her cunt.


“Do you want to cum?”


*Yes. Yes. God yes.*


“Do you think you deserve it after disrespecting me and getting here late?”


The fingers pulled away, leaving Jess on the edge and nearly falling on her face. Instinctually she screamed muffled curses, catching herself and feeling a cold pit begin to form in her stomach. Bracing herself for the strike that was sure to come, instead she heard laughter as the bear’s huge mitt turned her around.


“That’s ok, Sweetmeat,” snorted Whitlock, hefting a heavy leather barbers strap over her shoulder. “I’ll let that one slide. You’ve got enough on your plate as it is.”


Whitlock thought for a moment. “Now let’s see...the usual punishment is 10 swats across the tits or ass, but since we’re doing a bundle...I think an even 25 is good. What do you think?”


Unable to answer, Jess simply stuck her middle fingers up in response.


“You’re right,” Whitlock grinned. “30 is better for sure. Really hammer the point home, right? Thanks for the suggestion!”


Clipping a dog lead to the front of Jess’ collar she pulled savagely, dragging the protesting bound herm with her. Jess squawked in protest, pulling back hard enough for the Coach to look over her shoulder in annoyance.


“What? Punishments are dealt with in front of everyone. You didn’t think I would spare my girls the show, did you?” Tugging harder and harder, finally Jess sullenly began to walk again. “Jolene’s been complaining about bringing you on since Monday. Here’s to hoping this’ll shut her up; I’m getting tired of keeping that mouth of hers plugged all the damn time.”