Locker Trouble
It was a beautiful friday afternoon, warm and bright with the slightest hint of a breeze carrying the scent of morning's wet grass and early barbeque. It was the kind of day meant to be spent outside, wrapped in the heat of the sun with a cool drink at hand. So it was a wonder to find four of the commonly known 'infamous five' passing up the opportunity to put such a day to good use. Not only give up the simple pleasure of enjoying this kind of day just for itself, but to do so dressed in stifling school uniforms in the middle of the dusty, sweltering heat of the poorly ventilated high school. Of course there was a reason, other than attending classes, that lead the four of them to be inside the decades old building.
Alex, their leader, had a plan. It wasn't her greatest plan or the most outrageous, but it was a good one, with the potential for more mishchief than usual. For the 'infamous five', anything that promised at some adventure and a laugh was good enough reason for anything.
Despite being notorious troublemakers, the four of them resembled most other typical students from their button down shoes to their brown, red and green striped ties. Minor dress code violations apart, they all looked the image of good, clean, healthy kids, and nothing bad could truly be said of them.
The school uniform was almost identical, the two boys, almost young men, wore dark slacks and long sleeved button-up shirts. There was a stuffy wollen blazer that went with it, brown and red and green, but in the heat it would have been to much. The two girls wore knee high skirts with blouses and sweaters and their long brown socks rolled up just below the knee.
Susan never wore her sweater, the white husky went with her sleeves rolled back to her elbows and her shirt untucked from her skirt's waistband. She had a long puffy ponytail that hung to the small of her back, absolutely pure wite it was like a background cutout against the back of her uniform.
Lucy was a slightly fleshy golden retriever, and as usual one step behind and to the side of Susan. Her uniform matched Susan's almost exactly, apart from the way she left the top three buttons of her blouse open for comfort; and even then the shirt was strained. It wasn't that she was a big girl by any means; she was just curvacious, padded a bit extra where it counted. Ripe would have been the best word to describe her. Bubbleheaded would have been another one. No amount of schooling would have been able to diminish the natural ditziness Lucy seemed to suffer from, though it didn't bother anyone when she was being dim.
Standing in front of her and Susan was Roger.
Roger stood half a foot over everyone else and like Lucy also strained his uniform, though for very different reasons. His brawny physique was less than typical for a student his age, he always claimed a good diet and plenty of exersise was the only secret to it. His three brothers were just as big as he, and so were his parents. No-one wanted to argue with Roger about a seven day work out regime when he was flexing biceps as large as melons next to their head. His best from
Dave looked much like any other german shepard his age, good looking, athletic and well scrubbed. Only his fasination with causing mischief seperated him from the rest of his species, notoriously obssessed with law and order.
Absent from the group and the reason there was four instead of the five of them was Alex, in bed with a cold she had caught from one of her siblings.
Alex was the leader of their group in everything but name, keeping them together throughout the years, planning and organizing just about everything they did, even suggesting what classes they took in school. Though it could have grown stifling, Alex had proven capable of keeping them all interested in whatever she wanted to do, and was strong willed enough that they never seemed to be able to argue with her when they disagreed. She was dominant without being arrogant about it, confident in her authority over the group without being overbearing, and gave them a sense of strength and safety within the group that they had grown accustomed to, following her lead instinctively at this point without even thinking about it. Roger and Lucy were obvious followers, but Susan and Dave were definitely clever and intellegent in their own right. They followed Alex out of sheer charisma and the subconsious recognition of a born leader. And so, even though she was home sick at the moment, they stood there in the abandoned hallway attempting to break open a large oaken door with the words 'Maintenance' written across the upper half with a pilfered crowbar
The hall was at the farthest end of the sprawling school, and only one side was of it was lined with lockers. The other side was plain except for utility closets and such. Whoever had designed the school had simply thrown everything together without a care for appearances, leaving a poorly designed and confusing mess behind, leading to the consernation of many a student and teacher. As a result, instead of being in the basement as it normally should have been, the furnace and other machinery necessary for the school's maintenance were located on the first floor.
The custodian's office was also the boiler room, or somewhere in the boiler room, no one knew for sure because the door was always locked and the hall was practically off-limits for students. Which suited Alex's plans perfectly because the keys to the entire school were kept inside the office, and they would need to break in to get them. The break-in might even go unnoticed until tomorrow, the hall was that unfrequented.
"Hurry!" Susan urged impatiently, arms crossed under her breasts as she watched Dave pry at the door.
The three of them stood there looking around nervously as minutes passed until the door finally popped open with a resounding crack of splintering wood. They froze at the echoing sound but when no-one came running to investigate they relaxed, laughing quietly.
Roger peered into the open doorway before stepping into the pitch blackness, a moment later lights began to flicker on overhead as he located the lightswitch and flipped it.
The boiler room was large enough that the rows of flourecent lighting barely gave off enough light to see the far side, and pools of darkness leaked out from between the scattered machinery and cleaning equipment cluttering the floor. Dave and Roger crowded in the doorway, looking around slowly until Susan gave them both a good shove in the back, pushing them inside.
"Excellent, now get in there and get those keys!" She barked.
Dave nodded at her from over his shoulder. "Alright, alright. You just keep an eye out for Salars. No way in hell I want that bitch busting me."
"You do your job, I'll do mine." She retorted.
The pair of boys slid deeper into the dim room and Lucy closed the door behind them in case anyone came wandering by.
"Do you think Miss Salars will come by, Susy?" Lucy asked. Susan shook her head.
"I doubt it, she's got better things to do with her time than patrol the hallways during lunch. Like sucking the flesh from babies, things like that."
Miss Salars was the nightmare of every student who had ever earned detention at Galliger high. A draconian lioness, she was infamous for her harsh penalties and scathing reports home. Susan and the others had her as home room teacher as well as history and english, and the only thing they feared under the sun was falling into her clutches.
"I heard one time she caught a guy smoking in the bathroom and made him eat his cigarette." Lucy whispered in awe.
"She made him eat the entire pack." Susan told her.
"Really?"
"Yep, first semester of school. He turned green and threw up all over the floor, then she made him clean it up."
"Wow!"
"Yeah, wow." Susan agreed.
They fell silent, waiting for the boys to return with the keys. Lucy occupied herself by fiddling with the buttons on her blouse, flicking them with the tip of a finger. Susan knew it was the wait working on her, but she couldn't help becoming irritated with the constant clicking sound. She turned to Lucy.
"Do you mind?" She asked
"Mind what?" Lucy replied.
Before Susan could respond they were interupted.
"Hey, what's going on guys?" chirped a sickeningly sweet voice from behind them. Startled, Susan and Lucy spun around. Lucy's hands flew up to cover her mouth anxiously but Susan let out a sigh of relief when she saw who the voice belonged to.
A bubbly looking squirrel flounced down the middle of the hall, bouncing towards them energetically. She wore the same uniform the girls were, tight white blouse tucked into a short pleated skirt, knee high socks and flat shoes.
Susan slapped Lucy's hands away from her mouth and looked at the squirrel with an annoyed glare.
Christy was a young, cute looking cheerleader in the same class as them and was generally considered an empty-headed nuicance by everyone in their group. They had known her from junior high and their freshman year in high school and tried to avoid her as much as possible. Her consistantly cheery attitude and vapid smile didn't help either as she constantly attempted to become friends with both Lucy and Susan. In fact, the only reason neither one of them had tried out for the cheerleading squad was because she was already on it.
"Nothing Christy, me and Lucy were just talking." Susan said carefully
"Oh, okay! Well, that's cool. What else is up?" She gushed, coming to a stop in front of the two canines.
Lucy giggled nervously while Susan rolled her eyes around. Christy's bushy tail hovered over her head and began swaying to and fro as she beamed at the pair of them with sparkling teeth. Susan grit her own teeth as Lucy became entranced with the waving appendage.
"Nothing Christy, just waiting for Dave and Roger to come back with food. You know those guys, always taking their time." Susan adopted a friendly tone and spoke slowly, hoping that Christy would grow bored and move on. The last thing she wanted was for the squirrel to hang around until lunch hour ended, leaving the boys trapped in the boiler room with the halls full of teachers and students. Especially considering the state of the boiler room door, one good look would show that the doorjam had been jimmied open rather carelessly.
Giggling foolishly, Christy nodded her head with a wide eyed expression.
"Yeah, they're so slow, I remember one time..."
"Uh-huh" Susan cut her off. "Listen, could you do me a favor and go see if they're in the cafeteria? I'd do it myself but if they come back and I'm not here, they might eat my lunch." She smiled brightly and elbowed the almost hypnotized Lucy in the side, jerking her out of her trance.
"Y-yeah!" She stammered, looking up at Susan then at Christy, nodding her head with almost the same expression Christy had used. Susan nearly slapped her but held back. Roger and Dave must have found the custodian's keys by now and were probably waiting right behind the door for the silly little bitch to go away. Christy gave another giggle and swished her pleated skirt around, the mid-thigh hem rising up to flash the top of her legs. Her tail caught Lucy's attention again and Susan almost stomped her feet in frustration.
"Okay!" the squirrel blurted after a long pause and for a moment Susan beathed a sigh of relief. Disaster struck a moment later.
Christy had almost turned away from them when she stopped and pointed at something on the floor behind Lucy's feet. "Hey, what's that?"
A bolt of panic flared through both dogs as they twisted around to look at what had caught her attention. It was a large wooden splinter from the door, it had most likely fallen loose after Lucy closed the door.
"Nothing..." Lucy started, but Christy minced past her and picked it up, curiousity peaked.
"It looks like a chunk of door! Hey, it is a chunk of door!" She exclaimed, getting a look at the boiler room entrance for the first time. "What's going on, what are you guys really doing here?" She asked in confusion.
Lucy opened her mouth to answer when the door flew open, missing Christy by inches and sending her stumbling back into Susan. Before she could even shout Susan clamped one hand down over her mouth and the other on a wrist, holding the squirrel tightly. A slightly dusty looking Dave emerged from the open doorway, holding a roll of duct tape in his hands and followed immediately by Roger. Susan pushed Christy towards the doberman without a thought and Roger quickly took charge of her, trapping her in his arms as Dave moved forward to wrap a strip of tape across her mouth then another around her wrists, binding her hands firmly together. Dust smeared over her white blouse as she struggled in Roger's grip, and he had to turn his head to one side to avoid sufficating in her bushy tail.
"Quick!" Susan almost screeched at Lucy. "Go get your locker lock!" The golden retriever trotted off and disappeared around the corner quickly. Everything had happened so fast that they became caught up in it and now the situation had gotten away from them. It was making them act before they could even think things through and it showed in the way Dave's eyes glowed with excitement as he considered the bound squirrel. Christy's eyes were as wide as they could possibly be and were practically glazed over with sheer fright as she frantically glanced from face to face. Roger's tilted face was plastered with a big goofy grin and even Susan couldn't help feeling a rush of adrenaline as she watched the squirrel twist in Roger's arms. Dave's tail wagged energetically and Susan's twitched back and forth, shifting her skirt around uncomfortably. Christy tried to speak through the tape over her mouth but only made muffled chittering noises, however the pleading expression on her face said everything. Her feet kicked in the air and her head whipped about in a panic, her flailing only excited the three even more, an almost primal response in them rising from the back of their brains.
The pounding sound of footsteps preceded Lucy as she came barreling around the corner breathlessly, running full speed. Dave and Roger seemed not to notice the heavy bouncing of her breasts underneith her blouse for a change as she hurtled down the hall towards them. She came to an unsteady halt and thrust a hand towards Susan, almost dropping the lock she held passing it over to the husky.
Because that part of the school was rarely used by anyone, most of the lockers there were empty and would serve perfectly to hold the squirming squirrel until school ended and they could confidently let her go and hopefully smooth things over. If not, Susan was sure Christy could be sufficently intimidated into keeping quiet. If she couldn't, Alex would make sure there would be hell to pay for everyone.
Unsure of where this was heading, Lucy went and stood by Dave, shuffling her feet as she watched in consternation. Susan of course, was much more decisive, walking over to a locker across from the boiler room and pointing to it.
"Put her in there for now, we'll figure what to do with her later."
"Are you sure about this Susy?" The thick bass rumble of Roger's voice was blurred by Christy's tail in his face, but a hint of concern leaked through the mass of fuzz.
"We can't let her run and tell anyone what we were up to, now can we Roger. If she goes and tells someone we were in the boiler room, they'll find out the keys are missing and that we took them, and that'll mess up Alex's plan, won't it. And we don't want that to happen, do we?" She demanded harshly, losing patience as she realized how close the lunch bell was to ringing. Roger shook his head and carried Christy over to the locker.
"Wait!" Dave called out. Roger paused and he hurried over, pulling another long strip of tape free. He knelt and wrapped it around her ankles, binding her legs together. "Sorry, didn't want her trying to push away or anything."
"Good thinking, now put her in the damned locker!" Susan said, but just before Roger made to place Christy inside Susan stopped him with a hand. "Hold on, put her in face first, that way she can't really bang against the sides and if she does, her tail will block the sounds."
Roger smiled broadly and turned the hapless squirrel around before shoving her firmly into the locker. Luckily, Christy's trim frame fit readily, wedging neatly inside so she was incapable of moving, even with the door open.
"Alright, now..." Susan began but came to a stop as she noticed Roger and Dave staring past her with brainless smirks. She turned around and looked at Christy in confusion but it quickly became clear what had caught their attention. While she had struggled in Roger's arms, Christy's skirt had pulled up over her behind and bunched up at the base of her tail, with her back to them it left her white panties and the backs of her sleek thighs exposed.
"Oh, come on, stop drooling you losers." Susan scoffed. "It's not like..."
Lucy was grinning just as stupidly as Roger and Dave were and started to reach out with a hand before Susan slammed the locker shut, earning a surprised yelp from the retriever. She slipped the lock on and shut it, then looked down at her watch.
"3 minutes 'til the bell goes. Let's get out of here."
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The rest of the afternoon went by at a snail's pace, each class dragged on until it was almost unbearable. Finally, the last bell rang at 3:30 and released the students into the halls, filling them quickly with a milling crowd of chattering teenagers eager to get out the doors so they could get on with their lives. Susan and Lucy met at the girls bathroom closest to the boiler room and waited for Dave and Roger. Soon after that the boys arrived, shoving each other good naturedly as they walked towards the girls. Dave gave Susan and Lucy a quick nod in greeting and Roger gave out a resounding "Heya girlies!"
They waited around until 4 o'clock, making sure the halls were clear of their fellow students and then made their way to the boiler room hallway. The moment they rounded the corner and came into view of the locker they had stored Christy in they all knew something was wrong. For one, the locker was wide open and Lucy's lock was laying on the floor in two pieces. The second was the cold, hard voice that met them.
"Well, look at what I've found. I hope you weren't expecting anyone else, were you?"
Four pairs of panic stricken eyes rested on the imposing figure leaning casually against the locker next to the open one.
"Miss Salars..." Roger rasped, his throat and mouth dry as a bone.
The icily beautiful lioness wore an expression of chilling satisfaction.
"Yes," she said slowly, drawing her words out. "Me."
She straightened suddenly, the four canines drew back a step and almost ran but were transfixed by a fiercesome glare. She walked towards them in a slow and deliberate manner, speaking as she approached.
"Imagine, if you will, my great surprise in having our custodian Mr. Gales come to me with news of his office being broken into. Imagine my even greater surprise that once investigating I find a student, bound, gagged, and stuffed inside a locker like a pretty little christmas present." Miss Salars, terror of Galliger high, said as she came to a stop almost within arms reach of the foursome. "Christy, I believe her name is? Yes? Good..." She purred maliciously, meeting each set of eyes one by one, fixing them in her steely gaze. Her eyes rested on Lucy for a moment longer, consideringly, before moving on.
"Now. Tresspassing, vandalisim, breaking and entering, assault, and unlawful confinement. Not just grounds for expulsion, reason enough to call the police, wouldn't you say?"
Roger and Dave began stammering and Lucy's eyes teared up and her lower lip wobbled as Miss Salars pronounced the list of offences. Susan was barely able to keep herself from tearing up as well, the only thing preventing her was the fear that Miss Salars *would* call the police. She was petrified with the fear that she would be led away in handcuffs in front of the teachers and their parents. It didn't even occur to them why neither the principal or vice principle were present, or why the police hadn't already been called.
Surprisingly, it was Lucy who found her voice first.
"W-what are you going to do?" she asked in an almost whimpering tone.
"Well, that all depends on you, now doesn't it." Miss Salars replied cooly. She picked imaginary lint from the sleeve of her grey suit jacket, watching the group from the corner of an eye. She gave an exasperated sigh when they remained silent.
"Since none of you are going to ask what I mean, I'll just tell you. If you want to avoid having your parents informed and the police contacted, you will do exactly what I say, without question or hesitation. If you don't, I will have you hauled away downtown and brought up on charges. I'm sure your little friend Christy would be happy to cooperate with that. Then, you will be expelled from the school district and most likely made to serve time in some hellhole of a juvenile detention center. *If* you don't follow my exact instructions. Do you understand me?"
They all nodded hastily, blindly jumping at the chance to avoid punishment.
Miss Salars stared into their faces intently and appeared satisfied with their sincerity.
"Good. Now, follow me." She said and set off past them and down the hall at a brisk pace, high heels clicking against the floor and tail swishing behind her. Avoiding looking at each-other, the wretched group trailed after her.
She led them to the opposite side of the school, into a section almost as little used as the one they had come from. They saw no one else, everyone but them seemed to have gone home for the day already and the quiet grew oppressive as Miss Salars marched them through the corridors. The lioness stopped before a flight of stairs, leading presumably into the basement, holding up a hand to make sure they remained silent.
"This used to be where they held the science classes until they had to worry about proper ventilation. Now it's used for storage." she told them.
Down the stairs was yet another long hall lined with lockers and classroooms and ending in a right turn. They walked past dusty and forgotten classrooms until Miss Salars came to the last door at the very end of the hall. She opened it and ushered them inside.
It was a normal looking room, though old and musty, with a faint chemical smell hanging on the warm, dry air. Rows of desks faced an ancient and massive teacher's desk and the chalkboard behind it.
"Line up there, in front of the desk." She directed them. They did as they were told, standing there nervously as she sat behind the broad, low surfaced desk.
"Very good." She said.
Reaching down, she opened the top drawer of the desk and pulled out a tape recorder, placing it in the middle of the desk. A blanket of foreboding dread fell over the students and Miss Salars's face drew up in a vindictive smirk. She shrugged out of her jacket and draped it over the back of the aged wooden chair.
Reaching out languidly, she pressed the play button on the recorder. Immediately, Christy's tear choked voice filled the room.
"T-t-they put me in the locker and -" Christy's voice cut off into snivels and the canines listened as Miss Salars voice took over.
"Who put you in the locker Christy?"
"I-I don't -"
It's all right, you can tell me, it's over now." Miss Salars's voice took a no-nonsense tone as she prompted the young squirrel to continue.
"It-it was Susan and Roger and Dave, they put me in the locker and left me there!" Christy's voice grew panicked and rose higher. Susan and Roger couldn't help but feel guilty as they listened to the squirrel babble about how they left her in the small dark locker for hours.
"Hush, it's alright, you're safe now, you're okay. Now, who else was there. Was Alex there? Did she tell them to put you in the locker?" Miss Salars pushed.
"No, j-just Lucy, but she didn't..."
Miss Salars stopped the tape and turned predatory eyes on the canines.
"Now, when I found Christy, she was fairly hysteric, but when I was finally able to get her to talk, I wasn't all that surprised to find out it was you, though very surprised to find that Alex wasn't involved."
The truth was that Miss Salars had been discussing a school work program for students with the custodian during lunch and walked back to his office afterwards to get a list of possible jobs. When they discovered the break-in, she had noticed a tuff of hair sticking out from one of the lockers, taken a closer look and had discovered Christy. Considering the circumstances, she recogized a perfect opportunity and she left the locker closed until the last period, her only open class block. Now, she had the perfect leverage in which to sate her more sadistic nature on the four teens, troublemakers who had never quite caused enough problems for her to dicipline as she would have liked to in the past, but now practically belonged to her mind and body.
"Let me just say, that I have had it with the shananigans you five have gotten up to in the past, and I mean to put an end to it. And you can tell Alex that her time will come as well." Miss Salars grew more frosty with every word and she punctuated the end with a sharp slap of her hand against the desktop, causing the anxious canines to hop. She smiled slightly then and stood, smoothing out her knee length skirt with both hands as she rose, brushing the wrinkles out of the grey fabric fastidiously before she turned her attention back on the foursome lined up before her.
Miss Salars was sadistic and sexually perverse at heart, her frosty exterior hid a raging beast that thrived on the degredation and subjugation of others. Her cold beauty and lithe body distracted people from the cruel way she behaved, as an ice queen it was expected that she be aloof and removed, though noone saw the truth of the matter; that she was brutal and utterly dominating when given the chance. Here of course, she had the perfect opportunity and felt no need to restrain herself. The room was perfect for the task at hand, isolated, essentionally sound-proof and prone to go undisturbed for years. And the fact that the school was assuredly empty except for perhaps the custodian, who most likely would be getting stoned in his office, if he still remained. She planned on relieving herself of quite a bit of inner tension on these four. Knowing herself, she almost pitied the teens. Almost.
"Turn around and put your hands behind your back, all of you." She ordered them.
They obeyed almost instantly, like clockwork soldiers as they turned and placed their hands behind them.
Miss Salars moved out from behind the desk and approached Susan first. The husky quickly realized what Miss Salars was doing when a strip of duct tape was wound around her wrists and hands tightly. Susan tested the amount of give to the tape when Miss Salars moved on, but the lioness knew what she was doing and Susan couldn't even wiggle her fingers. Miss Salars repeated this with Dave and Roger, making sure that the males were bound securely before stepping away. Only Lucy had been left free, but this didn't reassure her in the slightest. Miss Salars tapped her chin thoughtfully before taking hold of Susan by the back of her blouse and dragged her over to the desk and behind, moving the chair out of the way with a scrapping of wood and stood Susan in it's place. Miss Salars took up position behind Susan, leaned down until her lips tickled the husky's ear and whispered softly so only she could hear.
"I'm going to enjoy this, I really am." Miss Salars smiled.
Susan couldn't find the words to respond.
The buxom lioness clamped down on the back of Susan's neck and elbow and began to push downwards. Susan resisted half-heartedly but Miss Salars was much stronger, she squeezed Susan's neck in a vice-like grip and bent the husky over the desk slowly, forcing her over at the waist. The low desk didn't even reach Susan's hips and as her torso lowered, her buttocks rose. "Keep your legs straight!" Miss Salars snarled when Susan tried to prevent her rear end from sticking up in the air by bending at the knee. Susan immediatly complied, thrusting her ass out without a thought.
"Very nice." Miss Salars mummered. She almost tenderly lifted Susan's skirt up, ignoring the husky's sharp intake of breath, and draped it over her back, pulling Susan's tail free from it's gap so the skirt wouldn't fall back down. Susan squirmed slightly as her backside was revealed but didn't resist. Couldn't resist with her hands tied and the threat of expulsion and arrest hanging over her head. She only hoped that Miss Salars would be satisfied with humiliating them and wouldn't go any further. Her hopes were dashed when Miss Salars used a pair of scissors to cut her panties off, letting them flutter to the floor and leaving her privates completely bare. Her glossy tail drooped low, but not low enough to fully shield her nether regions, and she could feel Miss Salar's eyes burning on her. The lioness stroked the soft white fur of Susan's rear end lovingly, trailing her fingers over Susan's asscheeks.
"Wait!" She called out but Miss Salars stopped her with a furious hiss and a sharp slap that sent her buttocks shaking.
"Shut up you little slut or you'll regret it. I don't want to hear you again."
Susan fell silent.
Afraid to turn around completely, Roger and Dave tried to see what was going on from over their shoulders but a single glance from Miss Salars made them spin their heads forward fearfully.
Miss Salars walked away from Susan and planted herself in front of them, hands on hips. Her golden tail moved serpentine behind her as she thought, the boys watched her pensively until she snapped her fingers in their faces and made them flinch.
"Okay. Roger, you go stand over there." Miss Salars said, indicating a spot three or four feet to the side. He shifted sideways to it instantly. "Good." she continued. "Now Lucy, undo his pants."
Lucy was apprehensive and jittery, growing more and more uncomfortable as things progressed, or degenerated, whichever way, and shook her head from side to side silently when she heard Miss Salars, her wide-eyed expression uneasy. Miss Salars's lips curled back in a grimace and she brought the full force of her frigid gaze on the golden retriever.
"You will do as I say, just as you promised, or I will call the police this very instant."
"G-go ahead!" Lucy stuttered defiantly, flashing a small amount of courage in the face of the domineering feline. "We'll tell! We'll tell what you're making us do!" Roger gave her a little 'yeah!' in defiant agreement and Dave and Susan both smiled in sudden relief as a moment of hope shone through.
Miss Salars gave a chilly smile and rolled her shoulders in a shrug.
"Go right ahead. It would be interesting to see who the police believe, a group of delinquents known for causing mischief who finally went over the line, or an innocent victim and the upstanding teacher who found her bound, gagged, and stuffed inside a locker. Hmmmm? Especially considering you can't really prove any of this happened, while I have *plenty* of evidence, more than enough to make sure you all look like nothing more than a bunch of vicious little liars attempting to misplace blame and save your own skins."
Her words washed over the four like a bitter wave as they all realized how completely they were trapped. It was true, they had acted cruelly and without thought for any consequences and now found the last chance of escape closed firmly behind them because of it. Stunned by the verbal blow, Lucy stared up at Miss Salars with open-mouthed disbelief. Miss Salars caressed Lucy's cheek kindly and gave a mocking smirk, then patted the side of her face ungently.
"Now be a good girl and do as I say, I'm growing tired of having to discuss this with you and would hate to have to resort to...firmer...methods to get you to obey." The way Miss Salars leaned forward and said this made Lucy gulp loudly and shake at the knees.
Without any more prompting she walked over to Roger on unsteady legs and, looking back over her shoulder at Miss Salars, reached down and fumbled with Roger's school issue belt clumsily, unfastening it and then his trousers with shaking fingers. Roger shot Miss Salars a venomous glare as his pants came undone and gave a Lucy a consoling rub on the shoulder with his chin, causing Miss Salars to chuckle maliciously.
"How sweet." she cooed. "Don't worry Roger, she'll be okay, as long as everyone keeps in line."
Lucy stepped back, relieved, leaving Roger's pants open.
Miss Salars hrumphed. "You're not finished yet Lucy. Pull them down please."
Lucy darted forward, yanked Roger's pants down quickly and practically leapt back, leaving the trousers around the doberman's ankles. He wore boxer-briefs underneith, concealing a rather large bulge at his crotch.
"Shorts as well."
Roger's breathing grew coarse as Lucy approached again, tears brimming in her eyes, and his body trembled as she took hold of his boxers and slid them down. She kept her head turned away as she tugged the shorts down and pulled back shamefacedly when Roger's large, hose-like penis flopped out and brushed against a hand, but didn't stop until they had joined his pants down around his feet. Shifting around anxiously, Roger was distressed to find his penis grow thicker as it responded to the warm air and the brief contact with the soft fur of Lucy's hand, he looked down at her apologeticlly but her head was facing away and she didn't notice.
Miss Salars did though, and cupped a breast through her blouse absently as she studied the dangling member. "Impressive." She mummered appreciatively, raising the hackles on the back of Roger's neck with her tone.
"Dave's turn, Lucy." Miss Salars said. Lucy moved over to the german shepard and repeated the proccess more easily this time, though with just as much dislike, and when Dave's penis was revealed, she made sure her hands avoided all contact. Dave was able to control himself better than Roger and remained flacid, disgust plain on his face. By now his bound hands had gone numb with poor circulation and it helped keep him focused on how much of a humiliating experience it must be for Lucy to be forced to do this. His own embaressment took a backseat to his feeling towards the innocent retriever, and a deep loathing towards Miss Salars consumed him. However, his over being completely ruined insured he would follow every instruction she gave him, and he couldn't help but despise himself for his cowardice.
As an afterthought Miss Salars ordered the boys to face each other. Troubled, they did so, avoiding each others eyes.
The fearsome teacher then stalked towards Lucy and pulled her away from the pair of boys roughly, latching onto a wrist and twisting her arm without pity. Lucy yipped in pain and surprise as she was dragged by the lioness. Miss Salars retained a tight grip on Lucy's arm as she forced her out in front of Dave and Roger, bringing her up short before the pair and making her stumble when she let go. Lucy took a couple more awkward steps away from the lioness and folded her arms around herself protectively.
"Take your clothes off." Miss Salars instructed, plucking at the neck of Lucy's shirt.
Lucy stepped away again and put her hands up to her collar anxiously, taking another step back as Miss Salars came forward, flinching when the lioness reached out with a finger and touched the ruff of fur above her chest.
Miss Salars trailed her finger down to Lucy's cleavage, the partly undone shirt didn't do much to cover her ample breasts and they pressed together to create a formidiable valley; the lioness ran her fingertip down between Lucy's breasts and hooked the front of her bra. Miss Salars tugged at it, shaking the husky's chest up and down as she pulled the bra away. Lucy's breasts jiggled out to fill the space until only the wireframe held them up and her nipples were visible over the white cups framed by her open shirt.
"Didn't you hear me, I told you to do something." Miss Salars said with a sneer, her lips curling back on one side to reveal teeth all the way to her molars.
Lucy hesitated longer than Miss Salars liked, so the lioness slapped the frightened girl. Lucy put her hands up to the forth button with a terrified squeak and began to fumble at it while never looking away from Miss Salars' glare.
Lucy;s eyes were shiny with unshed tears and her hands shook visibly as she tried to undo the button, plainly too afraid to do otherwise. Sarah couldn't blame her. Miss Salars scared her on a normal day, and this was far from normal.
Lucy's clumsiness only seemed to aggravate Miss Salars. She grabbed the retriever by the shoulders and shook her violently.
"Strip you stupid little bitch, strip!" She yelled into Lucy's tear-soaked face then pushed her away. Trembling with fright Lucy did as she was told, unbuttoning the rest of her blouse before the enraged lioness pulled it from her with a sharp jerk.
Lucy's skirt was next, falling to the floor after she unfastened it. Her breath hitched in her chest, causing her full breasts to jiggle again within her plain bra, and her eyes clenched shut with shame.
"I said strip." Miss Salars growled. "That means everything." Dave and Roger exchanged disturbed looks but said nothing, quietly standing there facing each other while Lucy shakingly worked the clasp on her bra and let it drop away before stepping out of her panties with her eyes still closed. Miss Salars sneered and slapped Lucy's hands away when she tried to cover herself.
"Stop it. Go stand between your friends and face Dave."
Lucy obeyed compliantly, naked body quivering as she walked. Miss Salars took a moment to appreciate Lucy's full curves, running her eyes over Lucy's ample breasts and curvacious thighs, focusing on the groomed hair of her pubic mound with small surprise before moving on, devouring every inch of Lucy's body with her gaze. The retriever's coat was trimmed carefully, golden highlights streaked through the softer tans everywhere, a glossy sheen that drew the eye. The girl was a beauty, built for pleasure and didn't even realize it.
"Now get on all fours." She commanded. For a moment none of them understood what she had said but when it dawned on her, Lucy turned towards Miss Salars with a mortified look.
"I-I.."
"Do it or else." Miss Salars added. Beginning to cry softly, Lucy obediantly sank slowly to the floor between Roger and Dave with closed eyes. They both took a step away but moved back instantly when Miss Salars snarled at them.
"Good, very good." She said, examining the trio. "Now get on your knees boys." Dave and Roger exchanged looks again and reluctantly went to their knees.
"Perfect." She applauded them. Dave's penis hung in front of Lucy's mouth, and Roger's was inches away from her lush bottom. Both boys were panting with fear and agitation and Lucy sobbing quietly between them didn't help matters, the room fairly stank with musk.
"Lift your tail Lucy." Miss Salars chided the golden retriever. "I want to see everything, and so does Roger. Right Rog? Well, look at it!" She baggered the pair of them without mercy, coming up behind Roger and placing a hand ontop his head. "Let him look, he wants to see what you've got, show it to him!" Lucy's body shook from her weeping as she raised her tail up and she spasmed violently when Miss Salars forced Roger's cold, wet snout down between her furred ass cheeks. Susan watched, mouth gaping open, unable to believe how far this had already gone. Miss Salars had gone mad and seemed hellbent on degrading Lucy in every possible manner.
Miss Salars ground Roger's face into Lucy's ass until he was sputtering, then released him suddenly and turned her gaze on Dave. He felt her eyes on him and looked up angrily.
"Now, how about you." She purred. "I bet you want some attention. Lucy, open your mouth."
The sobbing retriever shot a look of pure desperation at their teacher.
"Oh, oh please no, I-I can't!" she wailed. Miss Salars shook a finger at Lucy condesendingly. "Of course you can. You simply let your jaw hang open." She took hold of Lucy by the nape of her neck and pushed forward until her nose bumbed against Dave's cock, which twitched in response.
"I'm s-sorry!" He stammered to Lucy but the lioness stopped him.
"Don't be sorry, she wants you to. Now Lucy, open your mouth!" She finished with a roar. Cowed into submission by the fieresome lioness, Lucy finally opened her mouth and even took Dave's cock inside, it began to harden almost immediatly and Lucy was forced to engulf it by Miss Salars's constant pressuring on the back of her head.
"Now fuck her mouth." She ordered an astonished Dave, who complied meekly.
Susan and Roger watched all this in astonishment, eyes wide as Dave began to pump his hips. Lucy gagged on the first thrust but didn't try to turn away as he pistoned his cock between her lips, just crying dispondantly while Dave's cock slid in and out of her mouth with a wet sucking noise.
From her vantage point bent over the desk Susan could see Roger straining against the tape that bound him to no avail, his shoulders wiggling from the effort. Miss Salars noticed his exertion as well and shook her head disapproavingly.
"Roger, relax, it's your turn again, don't worry." She examined his large member closely before taking it in her hand. A few strokes of her palm against the head had him rising to a half mast position and she gave a bright smile. "There we go. Now I want you to close your eyes, and when I tell you to, I want you to push forward as hard as you can, because if you don't, I'll cut your balls off. Understand?"
Roger nodded his head rapidly, adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed fearfully. He closed his eyes and Miss Salars spat liberally on his shaft, working the saliva in and hardening his cock to full erection at the same time. Susan looked on in disgust as Miss Salars directed the head between Lucy's quivering buttocks. The moment the tip touched Lucy's back passage her head jerked up; Dave's cock flopped out of her mouth and slapped her in the chin, spittle forming a line from her lips to his shaft, and her tail went rigid, quivering with tension. Before Lucy could try to move away though Miss Salars said 'Now Roger" and the doberman drove his full length into Lucy's asshole with one thrust, not realizing what he was doing. Lucy threw her head back and screamed raggedly as her tight sphincter was pierced and tried to pull away, but Miss Salars grabbed her by the tail and drew her back until she was pressed against Roger's pelvis. Roger's eyes flew open as soon as Lucy screamed and, appalled, tried to withdraw. Miss Salars simply placed her other hand in the small of his back and held him against Lucy's rear.
"Don't move! Don't you move." She growled harshly in Roger's face, spitting vemenently. He froze, remaining buried inside Lucy's tailhole as she writhed against him in agony.
"Aoowww, Please!" Lucy sobbed, almost howling the words. "Pleeeaase stop!" Her back arched, sending her breasts flopping as she convulsed. Miss Salars ignored her completely and continued talking to Roger.
"I don't care what you do, as long as you don't stop fucking your little friend. Because if you do, I will carry through with every threat I've made. Understand?" She growled into his face, her teeth snapping inches away from his nose. Roger's fear of Miss Salars drove all other thoughts out of his head and submissivly he began to slowly thrust his hips back and forth. His thick shaft stretched the entrance of Lucy's anus wide and Miss Salars watched peversely while Lucy wailed and wriggled around the doberman's cock. The lioness wasn't done though and pointed a finger at Dave.
"Alright Dave, you've stopped long enough, get back to work." she told him firmly, taking hold of Lucy's lower jaw and forcing her mouth open, using both hands when the golden retriever tried yanking her head free. Dave blankly manouvered his drooping cock back into Lucy's mouth and pumped his hips against her face. Lucy coughed and choked as Dave's groin slapped against her snout and he looked down at her with wet eyes.
Miss Salars watched the boys fuck Lucy from both ends lewdly, licking her lips. Lucy's body jiggled helplessly between them, breasts swaying heavily as Dave and Roger numbly drove themselves in and out of her. Anger infused the both of them as they both stared at the smirking teacher and they forgot themselves, growing rougher as they focused on Miss Salars and her smug, self-satisfied expression.
She had watched in shocked horror and disbelief as the scene unfolded but now Susan could no longer take what was happening. She had finally had enough and stood up, screaming at Miss Salars.
"You sick bitch! You evil sick bitch!"
In a flash the lioness was at the desk, slapping Susan with such force her head rocked back and she stumbled away from the desk, dazed. Miss Salars came around and shoved the dizzy husky back down with a thud. She kicked her legs apart and lifted Susan's brushy tail up, slapping her head down with an open palm when the dog tried to stand again, then wet two fingers with saliva and lowered her hand down to Susan's rear.
"I had almost forgotten about you." She said purringly. In the background she could hear the methodical meaty slap of furry flesh pounding, and she gripped Susan by her long white ponytail and turned her head to where Roger and Dave squashed Lucy in the middle of them, driving their cocks into her ass and mouth with angry thrusts as they stared at Miss Salars in hatred. Dave was shoving himself down Lucy's throat; she gagged and whined, trying to push him away futiley, while Roger was pulling out almost completely before jamming his cock back in up to the hilt, balls slapping against her pussy as he roughly stabbed into her asshole.
Susan turned her face and tried to wriggle free but Miss Salars brought her head back and placed her fingers between the husky's firm butt cheeks.
"I'm pretty sure that you were both virgins, and since I can't risk it, I'll have to satisfy myself with the alternate route." Miss Salars chuckled like whiskey hitting a shotglass while Susan shifted her hips from side to side, trying to move away from Miss Salar's nudging fingers. Miss Salars enjoyed it for a moment, the husky was trapped by the desk and herself and couldn't go anywhere without pulling the hair from her head. She grinned to herself maliciously and pressed her fingers up against the tight rosebud of Susan's anus.
"Nooo.." Susan moaned desperately as she felt the fingers resting against her tailhole, prodding at the puckered mouth. Wriggling her fingers insistantly and bearing down, Miss Salars pushed past Susan's resisting sphincter and steadily slid into the young husky's tailhole. Susan whimpered as her tailhole stretched uncomfortably around Miss Salar's probing fingers and bit her lip, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes.
Miss Salars buried her fingers in Susan's rear almost tenderly, cooing to the husky soothingly as she started to move her fingers back and forth.
"Good girl, there's a good girl." She mummered as her fingers twisted and probed. Susan groaned in discomfort and, trying not to cry out-loud, arced her back and thumped against the desk with her stomach as Miss Salars's fingers sank in and moved around inside her.
In front of Susan, Dave and Roger were working themselves into a sweat.
Dave cried out, shuddering, and pulled away from Lucy. His rampant cock pulsed and gave a surge as it was withdrawn from the retriever's mouth, pumping a stream of semen down the back of her throat. Roger came almost right after, giving one last jarring thrust before he stiffened and gave a few ragged grunts while his balls emptied their load in Lucy's bowels. His limp cock slipped out, a thin trickle of semen leaked from Lucy's stretched anus.
Lucy didn't move from her spot even after Roger and Dave were finished. She stayed there on her knees with her arms limp at her sides and let her upper body slump to the floor, her expressionless face turned towards Sarah, drooling spittle and Dave's semen into a puddle forming around her open mouth.
Miss Salars laughed delightedly and pumped her fingers in Susan while Dave and Roger got to their feet as best they could, unable to look at Lucy or anyone else.
"Have a good time boys?" Miss Salars asked with her fingers inside Sunsan's anus all the way up to the third knuckles. She laughed again when they didn't answer and withdrew her fingers from Susan slowly.
Her nose wrinkling up so her whiskers spread out across her face fan-like, she sneered and yanked back on Susan's ponytail so the girl gasped in surprise in pain, and stuck her dirtied hand in Susan's open mouth.
Caught off-guard, Susan couldn't pull away from the sour, salty taste coating the lioness's fingers, Miss Salars had her fishhooked and was wiping her
tongue down. She went to bite down on the teacher's fingers but recieved such a sharp tug on her ponytail her eyes watered and her head went back to relieve the
pressure. Miss Salars finished washing her fingers off and released Susan completely. the husky stepped away and Miss Salars took her by the chin and moved her head from side to side while Susan stared back with big, watery eyes. The lioness grinned, thinking Susan had never looked prettier. Then with the girl watching it all, she raised her other hand above her head and slapped Susan across the face so hard she fell over the desk.
"Very pretty my dear." Miss Salars purred down at her, soaking in the sight of the silver white husky clutching her face and looking up at her tearfully.
Susan didn't seem to be able to say anything, or even think of anything to say, only hold herself up against the desk and gaze up into Miss Salars's golden eyes.
The lioness snorted in further amusement and swept past Susan and around the desk. She crossed the room with long stride of her legs, swishing, and came to a quick stop in front of the other canines, gloating as she passed her eyes over the motionless trio.
Roger and Dave hadn't flinched when Miss Salars struck Susan, and didn't move an inch when she patted both of them on the head. She studied their faces a minute longer before gliding past to the doorway. She turned back to look at them just outside.
"Tell Alex she should train her dogs better next time." she said, closing the door as she spoke.
The End.