Breaking in the Anchor woman
Hey guys. This story includes spanking, discipline, and some sexual stuff, so if you're under 18, don't read on any further. This is a fanfic of the webcomic Newshounds, with slash between Renata and Sam. All of these characters and concepts were created by and belong to Thomas K. Dye (the creator of Newshounds) and I don't own any of them. The sexual reimagining of the story and the characters does not reflect the actual content of the comic or Mr. Dye's beliefs or opinions. This story is inspired this particular strip http://newshounds.keenspot.com/nh1/20030307.html. P.S. does anyone know where I can find some Rule 34 of Newshounds because I have looked everywhere and can't find any?
He walked into the studio as the program was about to start. It had been awhile since his owner started this whole KPET news thing and put him and several other animals adopted from a shelter on the show. He had been put in charge of the sports segment of the show. The regular news was covered by lead anchor man and anchor woman, Wolfram and Renata respectively. Their field reporter was Wolfram's girlfriend, Rochelle. And covering the weather was their ultra-liberal, bleeding heart cat, Alistair (not that he ever actually covered the weather).
He didn't mind not being one of the lead anchors, hell he preferred being the sports guy. He was what many people would call a typical jock. Not some pansy, feminized, castrated bitch of a man. He was a man's man and he knew it. It was in his nature to show off, especially for the ladies. That was why he almost never wore a shirt or anything longer than cargo shorts. He was the perfect specimen of a Black Labrador; broad shoulders, ripped arms, wash board abs (just barely showing through his fur), and an ass that... well let's just say that more than one woman had the pleasure of reaching around and grabbing on to his buns while he rocked their world.
He made his way to the news desk as the crew (namely Kevin) was preparing the cameras and lighting for the daily broadcast when all of a sudden something caught his eye... or rather someone. There Renata was sitting on the news desk, with one knee crossed on top of the other looking fine. He rarely, scratch that NEVER, saw her in this womanly light. He always saw her as your typical all-business, feminist type. But her posture, coupled with her tight fitting pants and her top which complimented her large bust, gave her the appearance of the archetypal sexy, secretary, he thought, who acted all professional, but really just wanted some boss man to show her the night of her life. "Well guess what Renata," he said to himself with a smirk, "Tonight I'm gonna be your boss man."
He strode over to Renata, being sure to move his shoulders and flex his muscles a little more than necessary (the results bulging, not so subtlety through his sleek, dark fur). Renata noticed as he was coming toward her (picking up on the obvious and exaggerated flexing movements). She was ready for some dumb, come on attempt or general pig-faced quip that was so typical of Sam. "Hey Renata, I was wondering if you could look over this bit I wrote for the story on the all-Amish hockey league that's starting," Sam said innocently handing some papers over to her.
Renata, still a bit suspicious, took the papers from his hand and started going over the material. Though he honestly did intend to turn that story in for review, he had other intentions on his mind right now, namely getting a peek at his immediate future while Renata was looking at his paper. The pants she had on hugged her hips tightly showing her feminine curves that moved right into what he could only imagine was an ample ass. Her shirt was even tighter than he thought. She must have on least a C-cup he thought, that is until he saw her erect nipples forming an outline against her shirt and he realized she might not be wearing a bra at all. "I like how she thinks," he thought to himself.
Renata was impressed by the story (at least impressed by Sam's standards), and decided that they could squeeze it in. "Okay, Sam, maybe you should do your bit on the all-Amish ice hockey league after my report on "Segway" Collisions..." she said.
"Hey Renata, you know you actually look pretty sexy sitting on the desk with your legs crossed like that," Sam explained with a smug grin on his face, "Maybe if you sat like that throughout my report with some twirly things on your chest going like that..." he said as his index finger twirled around in a circular shape. "...y'know?"
Renata gave an annoyed, but not surprised, look at Sam. Then, in one quick motion, Sam felt a well-placed blow at his right eye. The force of it was enough to make his head turn and the quickness caught him off guard. As he brought his hands up to his eye he exclaimed, "Fuck, goddammit." Despite his cursing, no one around the studio seemed to care, in fact they started laughing. When he came back to look at Renata she was off talking to Kevin about something or other as if nothing had happened. Enraged at his treatment and disrespect at the hands of Renata, and really everyone, he stormed up to her and shouted, "What the hell is your problem. You can't take a damn joke." "Oh that was a joke, I thought that was just you being asshole," she countered. Before he could come back and say anything, Lorna, their owner, came in and announced that they were on in one minute and rushed everyone to their seats.
The newscast was a blur to Sam. He couldn't pay attention to anything anyone had to say, not Wolfram's snobbish reporting, not Alistair's asshole, liberal rant, not even what he himself said. All he could think about was how that bitch Renata disrespected him in front of everyone and then shrugged it off as if it was nothing. As if he was nothing. He couldn't believe how this... bitch just blew him off. Who the hell did she think she is? He was more stud than any other dog there. He was more stud than any dog in town.
When the newscast came to a close, he noticed Renata getting up and walking by him to leave and just to add insult to injury she exclaimed, "Better luck next time, champ." He was so fucking mad he literally couldn't speak; he could barely even process what had just happened. By the time he could think straight she was gone and he was left alone, angry as hell and nowhere to let it out.
Several hours later, Sam found himself alone in the bedroom trying to work off his anger the best way he knew how, by exercising. It was the only thing he could think to get his mind off of what she did to him, but it still didn't work. He felt his skin crawl thinking back to everyone laughing at him as that bitch just acted as if he were nothing. He needed to... to do... something, but what? Several minutes later the answer fell right into his lap.
It was night and almost everyone was out of the house, Wolfram and Rochelle were at their apartment (they had moved out a little while ago), Kevin was out with Della, and Alistair was probably out hugging some tree or something. He was alone in the bedroom they all shared, which he preferred. He didn't need someone else seeing him like this. It seemed to him like he was the only one still there. That was until he heard the door to the room he was in open. He looked up to see the very woman of his recent obsession, Renata. She walked into the room and went to her dresser drawer, fumbling through it looking for some clothes. Sam suddenly saw red. This bitch had the audacity to come into this room and completely ignore as if he wasn't even there. He was not gonna stand for that.
Coming up behind her, he grabbed her shoulders and flipped her around until she was looking him right in the eyes. Despite his powerful display, her eyes showed signs not of fear, but defiance. She shouted, "What the hell do you want?" He just looked at her, every fiber of his being telling him to strike her, but he restrained himself, "You know damn well, you disrespected me in front of everyone three times. Which is all I ever get from you are snide remarks and condescending attitudes. Well no more. I demand respect." Despite herself, Renata felt her defiance begin to give way to fear and hoped that it wouldn't show. "Get your hands off me," she exclaimed squirming, breaking free of his grasp for a moment.
Trying to move past him, Renata felt her arm get caught by Sam, "You aren't getting away from me. If you won't give me your respect, I'll make you respect me," he shouted. With his hand firmly grasping her arm, he threw her onto the bed beside him. The sudden impact knocked the wind out of Renata and left her disoriented. By the time she regained her composure, Sam as all over her, pulling on her arm and wrenching it behind her back, bringing her head down and her hindquarters up. "Now this is how you should treat me, presented for me," Sam yelled, somewhere between angry and proud of himself. "Let go of me you sick bastard," Renata screamed, panic setting in. "No Renata," Sam shouted, now more intimidating than ever, "I'm more stud than anyone else here and now I'm gonna make you respect me."
Suddenly Renata felt her pants and panties being torn down her bottom by Sam's large, powerful free hand. Squirming to get away, Renata was stuck and entirely at the mercy of Sam. Fearing what laid in store for her, she looked back to see what he was doing. Sam growled at her, "Look back here and I'll beat you black and blue. Now look forward like a good bitch." Afraid, Renata did as she was told not looking over her shoulder no matter what happened. Sam then turned his attention to Renata's butt, "You really do you have a nice ass Renata," he said, "It's a shame what's gonna happen to it."
Renata felt a sudden and hard thwack on her soft tush. She gave a pained and startled yelp. "Yeah, not so high and mighty now are ya, bitch," Sam growled as another brutal slap came down on Renata's exposed butt. "If I have to use corporal punishment on a bitch to get her to act right I will." Renata couldn't believe what was going on. She was being humiliated as if she were a pup. Someone who was supposed to be her equal was now spanking her behind like he owned her. At first she actively resisted, squirming and calling him names. But he just won't stop.
Thwack after thwack on her exposed ass, it started to become tender and she felt as if it were on fire. Now resistance broken in her she screamed, "Please enough. I can't take anymore. Please stop." "Begging will get you nowhere bitch, this stops when I decide you've had enough," Sam said, his voice cooler now than it was, but still very authoritative. Pretty soon her pleading turned into tears, and she began bawling and screaming for him to stop. Tears streamed down her face and her cries filled the house. A bystander would say she almost looked like a little girl receiving punishment from a parent for something they did wrong.
Despite this she couldn't help, but start to feel aroused. Her sore bottom and the relentless spanking exciting something inside her that she couldn't describe. She started to feel a second sensation overwhelming the pain... pleasure. "This can't be," she thought, "How can this be feeling good?" As the pleasure surpassed the pain, her cries and tears were replaced with little yelps, as she tried hard to stifle the moans she felt coming on. He had already taken so much of her dignity, he wasn't going to have this much more to take from her. Unfortunately for Renata, That decision wasn't put to her.
Right as Sam came down on Renata's bottom he stopped, hand on her right cheek. He began to sniff the air; he noticed a scent that he was very familiar with having smelled many times before. Following the trail of the smell downward with his nose he soon found the source of the sweet aroma, right between Renata's legs. This was too good to be true Sam thought. "So someone likes to play a little rough don't they," Sam said, the anger in his voice now completely replaced with smugness. When he failed to get a response he repeated himself, "Don't they?" he punctuated with a nice, firm smack on her butt, eliciting a yelp as a response.
"I should have figured," Sam said, "I've been with enough bitches to know that no matter how classy they present themselves and no matter how snobby they act, every bitch is nothing more than a glorified puppy factory." Renata, thoroughly humiliated and defeated, said nothing. "He he heh... its okay Renata you don't need to say anything I will gladly take care of you," Sam said, to a squirming response by Renata. With his grasp still fully on Renata's arm pulling it back, he moved in behind her taking her ass into his free hand.
He looked down at her quivering form and smiled, "For as good as you looked early today this look suite's you better." She couldn't even respond to him at this point, the humiliation she felt right now was worse than anything she ever felt, but the need to be taken right here and now overwhelmed any dignity and self-respecting feelings she may have had. She needed him inside her now!
Sam noticed her leaning her ass back trying to impale itself on the dick that was now sticking straight out of his sheath. Taking control and preventing her he exclaimed, "Finally you admit to being eager for this." He then placed his dick at the entrance of her swollen, dripping pussy and plunged himself in balls deep. The first thing she noticed after the initial shock was how big it was, the thing must have been at least8 incheslong and she now felt every inch, alive, inside of her pulsing and moving. The feeling of her penetration she to heighten all of her senses and all of a sudden her whole body was alive with feeling. That is until she felt the intruder pulling out and eventually there was nothing, but hollowness.
"Tell me you need this big, doggy dick," Sam commanded arrogantly. After getting no response, he spanked the ass that he just pulled out of and said again, "We both know you want this more than me, so tell me you NEED THE BIG, DOGGY DICK!" Renata couldn't even form any words only letting out a moan as the big Labradors hand came down on her ass. "SAY YOU NEED THIS BIG, DOGGY DICK BACK INSIDE YOU." "Yes I need the doggy dick in me please fuck me, fuck me-ah ahh!" was all she could get out as all eight inches plunged back in at once, immediately bringing Renata to orgasm. Beginning to pump in and out, Sam simply lowered his muzzle right behind her ear and said "That's what I thought."
Sam began to pump in it and out with the ferocity of an animal fucking a female in heat. In and out, fucking so fast that the sound of his balls slapping against her could be heard throughout the house. He reached around and one of her dangling boobs and started playing with them. He slapped and stretched them, giving them a through thrashing making Renata shake to her core. She couldn't control herself now and gave into the pleasure whimpering and moaning as Sam took her without her having any choice in the matter. Not that she cared at this point.
As the knot began to form and started hitting at Renata's entrance, she had a moment of clarity and realization. It suddenly dawned on her that Sam wasn't wearing a condom and she had no protection either. Renewed Panic flooded her body and she tried to use every ounce of control she had to try to reason with Sam. "Sam,... you've got to p-pull... out, if we go any fu-oh fuck-further ... I could get pre- ah yes- pregnant." Sam heard her, he just didn't care. He figured maybe being breed would bring her down off of her high pedestal and finally she wouldn't be such a bitch. "You don't sound like you want me to stop Renata," Sam said, pumping harder and faster now. "Sam... please..." was all she could get out before the knot entered her pussy. Several spurts from Sam were the last things she felt before the power of her own orgasm put her to sleep.
The next day came and she woke up in her bed lying on her side not sure what happened the previous night. Rolling on her back she felt a sharp and sudden pain and tenderness in her meaty ass. It all came back to her now. She stood up from the bed in disbelief, her panties now back on her, and walked out of the room. Heading into the bathroom she looked at herself in the mirror. She wasn't sure what to think at this point, but remembered that Sam hadn't worn a condom last night. Panicked she reached for the medicine drawer trying to pick out the morning after pills she thought was supposed to be in there. Realizing they weren't there she looked up into the mirror and saw Sam standing there in the door way with a knowing look on his face.
"Looking for this," Sam said holding out an empty bottle of morning after pills, "I figured you might freak out so I decided to act before you could." Renata froze at that, realization creeping over her. "You know us conservatives, we believe life begins at the moment of conception and besides I want you to have something to always remind you of what happened." Sam moved right up behind her. "Everyone's gone for now, gone off to cover various stories and handle some such business, right now we're all alone," Sam breathed out those last five words onto the back of her neck as he wrapped one arm around her waist and her other hand grabbing her ass possessively.
She knew what she should have done. She should have punched him, kneed him in the balls, scratched at his face, but she couldn't she knew what needed to be done, but could not. All she could do was stand there. And when he breathed those words onto the back of her neck, all she could do was let out a feminine whimper and arch her back, sending her ass to be ground against his groin.
"Don't worry babe," he said with a cocky grin on his face, as he unzipped with cargo shorts, "I'll take care of you."
Please leave any comments you have about the story (this is my first story so please go easy on me). Alright I corrected all of the grammatical errors, sorry about that.