Authority
#1 of Authority
Hey. For those of you that were hoping for another part to "Damn it!," I'm sorry. This idea has just been nagging me and I really wanted to put it down. It didn't particularly fit any of the characters so I made new ones (even though they may be a bit generic). This is a domination story. It is a story of physical and mental domination. It was fun to write, and there will be only one or two more parts to it. Please enjoy. There is some profanity, but I trust everybody can handle it..
"Why am I supposed to know this stupid shit?" Johnny said indignantly. His arms were crossed and he was standing up from his seat.
His angry stare didn't phase the frowning vulpine in front of the room. Johnny was a senior at Plainditch high school. Ms. Farow was a new teacher at the high school and planned to make a strong impression on the student body by holding her ground against the most indignant senior, Johnny Farow.
She was his mother, who he was already not on the best terms with. They had never got along, but this stand off was never going to end in a draw. Her head snapped towards the proud looking horse in front of her and her eyes quickly flipped open.
"Because in ten years, when your pumping my gas, I don't want to say I told you so."
Johnny was surprised that she responded so confidently and whispers ran throughout the class. He sulked in his chair, his piercing stare never leaving his mom's equally menacing eyes. He stared at her for the rest of the period, she never making eye contact afterwards.
He was furious under his skin, his blood boiling with rage. His fingers tapped on the desk, attempting to calm him down. His eyes darted quickly to the clock. "Two more minutes." He said to himself, contemplating what to do to reclaim his honor among his grade. His mind could not wrap itself around a suitable punishment. His ideas wandered before the bell rang, ending the day.
He stood up his hands pushing him from the desk. He took his cell phone out of his pocket and punched in some numbers. He put the phone to hear a light, sort of preppy voice, "Hello?"
"Veronica, I need to blow off some steam. Let's go back to your place for some fun."
The voice huffed, "You dumb bastard! I told you I won't screw you again! Not after all the shit you have put me through. Go find some whore to fuck and stay away from me!" She hung up immediately.
Johnny frowned, his teeth grinded, even more furious. He contemplated punching a hole in the wall in front of him. Then it hit him, and a smile spread across his face. Everybody else had left and he made his way to the front of the classroom. His mom didn't turn to face him when he approached the front.
"Let's go. You'll have to ride in my car since yours is in the shop. So be ready in five minutes." She leveled some papers and placed some in the drawers if the desk. Trish Farow was a gray fox, with a white stomach and a darker gray tail. Johnny took after his father and was a strong black horse with a gray mane and a speckled face. He smiled and turned towards the door he closed it and silently locked the heavy wooden door.
He reached into his bag and pulled out one of his spare workout shirts. He twisted it to make it into a makeshift rope. He turned back to his mother who was stretching her back, her closed fists up in the air. Johnny's yellow eyes identified the moment and lunged at his mother. He grabbed her fists and tied the shirt around them behind her back.
She gasped and struggled to escape the strong horse's grip. The horse smiled and pushed her onto the ground. She fell hard, unable to catch her fall, while Johnny walked and kicked all the desks to a corner of the room. Trish struggled to escape the knot connecting her paws.
She soon gave in, her movements only burning her wrists. "Johnny! Untie me right now, this isn't funny!" Johnny turned with a devilish grin on his long face and he walked over to the angry fox. He picked her up off the floor and gave her a swift slap across the face.
She gasped and growled at her son. He said forcefully, "Shut up bitch! You can talk when I tell you to!"
Trish barked, "How dare you do that to your mother!"
He gave her a harder slap, "I said shove it,whore!"
She was surprised and furious, "Whore!"
He kneeled down next to her with a grin, "Yes. For acting like you did in class, you are going to be my pretty little whore." Trish growled, but she hushed when Johnny pulled a knife out of his pocket and pointed it at her face.
"Now you be a good little slut or this might get nasty." She was now fearful and her heart jumped into her throat,
"You- you wouldn't dare-" she stuttered. He lowered the knife down to her waist and grabbed her shirt. He pulled the sharp blade up the cloth, immediately ripping it straight up. He tore the remainder of the shirt off and held it in his hand as he stood up.
"If you don't be quiet, this will be your gag." He smirked and Trish's eyes widened. At this point any sound Trish attempted to let loose was firmly caught in her throat. She just stared forward at Johnny, the same look frozen on her face. Johnny frowned and gave her another hard slap across the face.
"You are not going to believe that this isn't happening. This is going to happen and pretending it is a dream is not going to change that. I want you to learn a lesson, and for that, bitch, you have to be conscious."
He lowered down to her ear and whispered, "I'm going to to rape you, and you can't do anything about it. If you are not obedient, I will not hesitate to hurt you, mother." With the cold emphasis on the word sent a shiver coursing down her body. She closed her eyes as a tear or two escaped them.
"What the hell is happening? He would never do that. I've never seen him like this..." these sort of thoughts darted in and out of Trish's head as Johnny flipped the knife up and down. The horse gave a toothy grin and grappled onto her short head fur.
He pulled her head back and pointed her eyes up at him. She momentarily flicked them open. He spit onto her fur. She snapped her eyes shut again before the saliva collided into her face. She gave a sob hidden in a soft whimper, her mind fearful of having absolutely no control.
Johnny reached down and rubbed it into her face. "Yes, there is nothing you can do." he said menacingly. He pushed her to the ground and she squirmed to sit back up. He got his knife and cut the middle of the bra. The garment popped off and the vulpine's perky tits bounced as they were freed. Trish gave a tortured sob and fell onto her back.
More tears began to run down her face, soaking into her gray fur along with Johnny's spit. Her tits bobbed all the while and Johnny kneeled down next to the fox. He pulled her head up. To release the pain in her neck she put her weight onto her elbows.
"Open your eyes slut." Johnny beckoned. She slowly opened up her eyes. Once her green eyes were staring up into the horse's piercing eyes, he pushed Trish's muzzle into her own tits. She moaned in distress.
"Go ahead. Lick them bitch." Her tongue slowly pocked from her mouth and rubbed it on her left breast. Johnny lowered his mouth onto her other breast and opened his mouth. His glistening teeth were not sharp, but his jaw was powerful and his demeanor willing. "Faster or else." he said before slowly clamping his teeth onto her warm breast.
She was startled and whimpered in pain. She licked more vigorously now, reaching farther down as Johnny pushed the breast up to her muzzle. Though she hastened, Johnny continued to bit onto his mother's tit. Trish whimpered harder as her son's teeth dug into her sensitive breasts. He stopped gripping but kept hold of the tit. The pain was bon so bearable now.
Trish's head dropped back and she whimpered, "Please stop! I'll do anything!" Her hands writhed behind her, coping with the pain. She was still firmly tied and could not break free. Johnny smiled at the begging and started to loosen his jaw. Trish sighed in relief, as her blood flowed to the bite. Johnny never broke the skin, but the pain was still wracking Trish's upper body. He slapped the wound and Trish yelped in pain, yet another tear squeezing from her eye.
"Now, your going to suck my cock. If you bite it, I will hurt you something bad. And give it some enthusiasm, A sad blow job is still nice if the slut is a little attentive." He unbuckled his belt and pulled Trish up onto her knees. She turned her head in fear as the equine cock popped from Johnny's jeans. She resisted when he turned her face back towards the length.
After a while of Trish's sobbing and grunting in disdain, Johnny gave her some sharp smacks to the face. She whimpered in pain and allowed, although begrudgingly, for Johnny to pull her face back to the throbbing member. The black, fourteen inch member dripped pre down its length to Johnny's musky sack that dangled inches below the base of his cock.
"Don't be afraid of your own flesh and blood." Johnny said. It had been over a hundred degrees Fahrenheit today, the summer sun had earlier that day coated every sport team in the school. Johnny, being a part of at least two sports, had had his fair share of sweat that day. His crotch was festering with musky perspiration, and on top of that, he had not showered in two days. He pushed the rod to her face. Trish's face wrinkled when the scent invaded her nose, and a submissive whimper vibrated in her throat.
She closed her eyes as Johnny lowered his flared tip onto the meekly resistant vulpine's nose. He stayed in that position, allowing some salty pre to drip onto her and down her face. She whimpered and cried in muffled grunts. Johnny slowly ran his head over the top of her snout before the shaft run over it as well. The partially slick member glistened as it slid up her face. The blood pumped fervidly through the limb and veins softly pushed from the skin. Soon, the stallion was pushing his cock up less and pulling the Trish's gray head down.
Her shut eyes watered as her snout ran down the fragrant length. It was soon approaching the base of the hard member. Pubic hair that partially surrounded the equine dick scratched at Trish. The coarse follicles each stank in its own respect. The hair grew a little thicker as the snout approached the final few inches. A couple hairs fell to the ground as the wet nose rubbed them off.
Then she gasped silently and her eyes flicked open, the already overpowering oder of sweat and musk amplified five times. She hit the balls slowly holding her breath as long as she could before being forced to breath. Her nose burned as the strong scent rushed into her nostrils.
Ordinarily, she did not mind male musk, and she even enjoyed it when she was horny. But the fact that it was her son's musk, and the sheer strength of the stench, nearly made her gag. Johnny smiled as he felt her struggle at the smell. Though she was disgusted, Trish's pussy dampened and her nipples perked up. Though consciously she was anything but turned on, she was ashamed that her body lacked any will power to resist the strongest musk she had ever encountered.
The smell of her kin brought one specific memory to mind. Trish's mind flashed back to when she was only twelve. It was a thought that she struggled to always keep from her mind. She was in her mother's bedroom, it being the only room with air conditioning on a hot summer afternoon. She heard voices in the hallway, she heard the muffled voices of her half-brother yelling at her mother. She could hear her mother crying. Slaps emanated from the hallway.
Trish jumped back when the door pushed open, Her brother pulling her mom by the hair. He sneered at her, "Out of my way runt. This bitch owes me a fuck. And I'm collecting." The black wolf tossed Trish's mother to the bed. The vulpine sobbed, whimpering, "Just don't hurt your sister. Don't hurt her."
He stepped angrily towards the vulpine on the bed and shredded her clothes away with his claws. She screamed, the claws piercing through the soft clothing and shallowly into her skin. The red slashes flared with pain and the wolf ripped off her panties. He left her to yelling and grabbed the cowering youth near him by the wrist.
"Get out of your clothes!" He growled.
"Just do what he says. Please Trish." her mother moaned. Tears poured from her eyes and grabbed at her brother's leg.
"Stop! Don't hurt mom! She hasn't done any thing!" He growled and grabbed her by the shirt. He tossed her to the ground. She landed with a thud and he pounced onto her. He ripped off her clothes as well. He was high, he had no control over his actions. He could recognize anybody here as anything more than a hole to fuck. Trish was in shock and just laid on the floor. She passed out momentarily, only to awake to her mother's screams.
She saw the same black wolf furiously raping her mother's asshole. His balls slapped against her pussy, the sound a drum on every nerve. The swollen ring gripped the invading length to much pain. The wolf let out a roar and thick white cum came splattering out of the vulpine's bowels.
Her mother had fainted and the sticky cock pulled out of the hole. His eyes turned to Trish furiously, and he began bounding at her. She screamed and yelled. He grabbed her and threw her onto her back, onto the bed. He wasted no time and forced the still throbbing head into the virgin mouth.
In two furious thrusts, he shoved his entire length into her muzzle. The stretched her mouth tremendously and the taste of her mother's ass made Trish sick. She gagged furiously, her eyes going white, what for lack of air. His balls pushed on her nose, his musk stinging her senses. She would later awake to find her throat in serious pain, cum coating her mouth and delicate face. Her half-brother's cum. She sobbed, the memory of it forever burned into her brain.
Johnny tightened his grip on the back of his mother's gray head and muttered menacingly, "Give them a taste. But don't scratch the paint. She simply whimpered and stared fearful of the orbs in front of her. Johnny frowned and placed his other hand on the base of her back. He proceeded to dig into her skin and pull up the furry back.
Trish moaned in distress. She panted, "Please. Stop. I'll- I'll do it-" Johnny's grip loosened on her back and he waited. Trish collected herself and gave an audible gulp. She closed her eyes and gave a hardy lick up the sack. Johnny sighed in contentment while Trish's tongue receded and her face crumpled. His musk wracked at her senses, her body screaming for more, and her mind screaming to stop.
"Go on." Johnny said, placing his hand back on the base of her back. Her tongue stuck out again and gave a similar lick up the sack again. She continued to lick, Johnny's hand threatening her, she licked over it again and again until they were soaked with saliva. Johnny soon decided to push her back to the ground. Trish spit at the ground, attempting to expel a hair or two from her tongue.
Johnny spit in his hand and fondled his balls, drenching the sack in more warm saliva. He squatted down and rubbed the excess onto one of Trish's tits before stepping some small steps forward, his moist sack dangling an inch above the abused fox's face.
He lowered onto her and rubbed his nuts all over her. He covered every inch before saying, "Open up slut." Trish slowly opened her mouth, fearing the inevitable, but Johnny paused over her.
"Beg for your son's balls in your mouth slut." She whimpered and Johnny proceeded to spit on her face. She yelped when it hit her face and Johnny said more forcefully, "Beg for it!" she shuddered and gulped, "Please- put your balls in my mouth." she said hesitantly. He waited no longer and dipped into her muzzle. "Work them out skank."
She complied and ran her tongue all over the balls. Johnny moaned as she lubricated them. Her mouth cradled the orbs and massaged them, the tongue gliding in between the two. He sat not allowing her for air than the musk that emanated from him. She was couching as the musk began to fill the air around her. He gave a hard rub before he rose from the cradle and she closed her mouth shut, panting through her nose. He lowered himself and unbuttoned the fox's jeans. He slid them down and tossed them to a corner. He proceeded to rip off her underwear and toss it away similarly.
He stood up and took off his shirt, now in the complete nude, his cock bobbing in front of him as he walked.
He first walked to the door and unlocked it and walked over to his jeans. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number in his phone book. "Hey Brad? It's Johnny. I have a dirty slut in my mom's classroom. Get the guys. She needs to be taught a lesson."
To be continued. Please comment and such. I always love to hear ideas. As long as it has something to do with this story, I welcome you to post it. I will write the next part eventually. Thanks for reading.