First time sex story: The Bestiality Cop. Author: Lexi Lust. A rookie cop, a horny dog, and a domineering instructor. You do the math. The story is including of Fiction, Anal, Bestiality, Blackmail, Blowjob, Coercion, Cum Swallowing, Erotica, Extreme, First Time, Hardcore, Non-consensual sex, Oral Sex, Reluctance, Teen, Written by women, Young theme.
First time sex story: The Bestiality Cop – Chap 1
Author: Lexi Lust
For as long as I can remember, I have had two passions. Law enforcement and animals. My dream of becoming a cop spawned from my mother. Though she died when I was but a child, my father often spoke of her bravery. She was the kind of cop everyone looked up to. The kind of cop that couldn’t be bought, no matter the price. The kind of cop all other cops aspired to become.
My love of animals was inborn. I love almost all animals equally, no matter their cuteness. Still, I must admit dogs stand among my favorites. There is just something about the way their tails wag when they see you that gets to me. Perhaps it’s because they are unable to hide their emotions. If they like you, they wag their tail. If they hate you, they growl and bare their teeth. As an added bonus, they are also incredibly loyal.
For the longest time, I debated what to do with my life. Should I become a cop like my mother or should I pursue a career in animal care? In the end, I decided to compromise. I would become a cop, yet instead of serving in the major crimes department, I would apply to the K-9 unit.
After nineteen long weeks spent at the police academy, I was finally ready join the force. Mere hours after graduation, I was making the arrangements for my acceptance into the K-9 unit training program. There was usually a five years of service requirement, but my mother’s reputation made it possible for me to be admitted into the program straight away.
Working in a vet’s office each summer for the past five years also worked to my advantage as I was allowed to join a training program that was mere weeks away from completion. I couldn’t believe how lucky I had been. Everything seemed to magically fall into place, almost as if someone was watching over me. There was no way of knowing for sure, but I somehow knew it was my mother.
I was afraid my classmates would resent me for being admitted so late into the program, so I chose to arrive early and hopefully show them I deserved to be there just as much as them. Unfortunately, my car broke down on the way there and I arrived a full thirty minutes late. Not exactly a great first impression.
“Sorry I’m late!” I called out as I burst into the gymnasium where most of our training was scheduled to take place. My outburst echoed throughout the gym, drawing all eyes to me. Even the dogs stared at me, their curious expressions giving them an almost comical allure.
Then came the silence. It was so overpowering I dared not move. I just stood there as the rest of the class, which was made up of a dozen men and one woman, stared at me. Most of them seemed surprised, but a few appeared to be amused. The instructor—a butch woman with a crew cut and far too many rolls of fat—seemed mildly annoyed by the disturbance, but otherwise uncaring of my lateness.
“You must be Officer White,” she eventually said.
I expulsed the breath I only now realized I had been holding in. Quickly inhaling another, I opened my mouth to speak, but the instructor cut me off before I could.
“Now that you’re done disrupting the class, why don’t you join us,” she proposed. As I approached, I discovered she was even more repulsive from up close. Her skin was oily and she had the worst case of adult acne I had ever seen. According to her name tag, she was Sergeant June James, but I would soon learn she was known as The Bitch. I was about to find out why.
I joined the rest of the group, relieved all eyes were no longer on me. I now stood next to the only other woman in the group. She gave me a comforting smile, as if to tell me things weren’t so bad once you got used to them.
Leaning in, she whispered into my ears.
“Next time you’re late, try sneaking in,” she offered. “The Bitch…” she paused, nodding to the instructor, “…doesn’t care if you’re late, as long as you don’t disturb the rest of the class.”
I got the feeling she wanted to keep talking, but The Bitch’s eyes were now on us. I was a little surprised to find them filled with what I could only describe as hatred.
“Were you talking, Officer Cunt?” she asked, though it sounded more like a growl than actual words.
For a second, I wondered if I heard right. Had she just called my new friend—at least I hoped we would one day become friends—Officer Cunt? And if so, was that really her name or was The Bitch simply attempting to humiliate her? The fearful expression I found the young woman beside me wearing told me it was the ladder.
“No mam!” she immediately answered. She was now standing as straight as a board, her hands held at her sides and her chin held high. Had I not known any better, I would have sworn we were in the army.
I watched The Bitch approach, her scowl intensifying with every step. By the time she came to a standstill, mere inches stood between her and Officer Cunt—I would soon learn her real name was Cindy. I stood a few feet away, but I could still smell her fetid breath from there. I felt bad for poor Cindy, but I knew better than to speak, so I remained silent and watched the events unfold.
“I don’t like being lied to,” spat The Bitch, spittle spraying all over Cindy’s face. I winced, wondering how she managed to keep a straight face. Then again, perhaps this had happened before. I just hoped nothing similar ever happened to me.
“Sorry mam,” answered my classmate. I could tell she was terrified, but I had no idea why. I had no doubt being called a liar in front of the entire class was humiliating, but that did not warrant the kind of fear I found plastered all over her face. There was clearly something more going on.
The Bitch glared at Cindy for the longest time before finally speaking.
“You know what to do,” she said, her voice now void of emotion.
Cindy didn’t speak. She simply walked away from the group until she stood in front of the entire class. All eyes were on her, including mine. I watched, unsure what she would to. To my utter surprise, she started removing her clothes.
“What the hell are you doing?” I asked unable to keep the words contained. All eyes were now on me.
There was a long silence before someone answered. It was Cindy.
“Sergeant James does allow disruptions,” she explained as she continued to unbutton her blouse. That didn’t really answer my question, but given the glare The Bitch was now giving me made me reconsider asking any more questions. I just stood there, staring in disbelief as Cindy stripped down to her underwear. At least she was wearing some, which was more than I could say for me.
I wondered what would happen next, but I quickly discovered that was the extent of the punishment. The class resumed and Cindy rejoined the group, still wearing nothing but her undergarments. The rest of the class didn’t even glance at her, which was surprising given her stunning appearance. I guess they had seen it many times before.
I wanted to ask Cindy the cause for The Bitch’s outlandish behavior. I wanted to know why she let herself get treated in such a degrading manner. I wanted answers to all the questions that swirled around in my mind, but I was afraid of getting in trouble.
Cindy didn’t seem so concerned. No doubt being forced to spend the rest of the day in her underwear was the extent of The Bitch’s punishments.
“Don’t worry,” she whispered into my ear. “She acts though, but we all know that deep down, she just hates herself.”
I nodded, knowing she was right. People like The Bitch took out their anger on others because they were too cowardly to admit their own flaws and attempt to rectify them. Still, I felt like there were far better ways for her to deal with her issues than by punishing her students.
The class continued without further incident and I eventually forgot about the altercation between Cindy and The Bitch. That is, until one of my other classmates made a funny remark that made the rest of the group laugh. I winced, expecting The Bitch to chastise him, or even force him to strip to his undies. To my utter surprise—and shock—she ignored the comment, acting like nothing had happened.
I couldn’t believe it. I would have expected this type of behavior from a man, but how could a woman humiliate a female student in such a debasing manner, only to ignore a far more intrusive outburst from a male student? It wasn’t right. Unfortunately, there was nothing I could do about it without putting myself in her line of fire.
But then another one of my classmates interrupted the class by farting. Of course, that made all the other boys laugh. This time, I was convinced she The Bitch would put her foot down.
She didn’t. Instead of punishing the boy, she laughed along with the rest of the students.
That was the last straw. Forgetting about my own wellbeing, I stepped forward. The laughter died down as soon as I approached The Bitch. I suddenly realized I had made a mistake, but it was too late to back down.
“What’s wrong with you?” I asked. “How can you punish one student for whispering, then ignore outbursts from her classmates?”
A heavy silence settled upon the gymnasium. No one spoke. No one even dared breathe. Even The Bitch had stopped laughing that wheezing laughter of hers.
She stared at me with the coldest look I had ever seen. I wanted to drop my gaze in submission, but I knew this was my one and only opportunity to show her I wasn’t intimidated by her. What she did was wrong and it was about time someone stood up to her. I just hoped she wouldn’t punish me like she had Cindy. I had no problem parading around in my underwear. Unfortunately, we had been suffering through a particularly intense heat wave of late and it had been almost a week since I had last worn underwear.
I held The Bitch’s gaze for what felt like an eternity. Just when I was about to break, her stare finally dropped. I couldn’t believe it. I had won. I had stood up to The Bitch and survived. I didn’t know how she would take it, but I sure as hell was about to find out.
To my utter amazement, she didn’t punish me. She simply muttered something about giving me a free pass because I was new, then resumed her teachings. Many of my classmates seemed impressed by my accomplishment, but none were as adamant in their awe as Cindy. She even risked further punishment by telling me how grateful she was for my actions. Never before had anyone stood up to her and the fact that I hadn’t back down meant she may finally change her wicked ways. All I could do was hope she was right and pray my actions would not bring the wrath of The Bitch crashing down upon my head.
Standing up to The Bitch had far greater repercussions than I ever could have imagined. Not only did Cindy and I become friends—I think she felt indebted to me for trying to protect her—but The Bitch actually stopped picking on her. Cindy revealed it was something that had been happening ever since she accidentally mispronounced The Bitch’s name on her very first day.
At first, I was thrilled to see Cindy wearing clothes for a change, but my joy quickly faded when I realized I had become The Bitch’s new target. No matter how hard I tried, she always found fault in everything I did. On the second day, she took me aside and told me she wouldn’t let me undermine her, promising to do everything in her power to keep me from graduating. At first I thought it was simply an empty threat meant to scare me into submission. It wasn’t until she forced me to strip for petting a dog without permission that I realized how un-empty her promise really was. The only upside was that I had planned ahead and worn underwear.
I spent most of the next two weeks parading around in my bra and panties. At first, my male classmates whistled and cheered, but I ignored them and their interest eventually waned. Unfortunately, The Bitch’s hatred for me continued to burn bright.
At first, I considered reporting our instructor’s inappropriate behavior, but Cindy cautioned me against it. There was a rumor floating around that the last student to snitch on The Bitch had been kicked out of the K-9 unit training program. Not only that, but she had been discharged from the force. No one knew the official reason, but from that day on, no one had ever messed with The Bitch. Than is, until I came along.
Part of me wished I had known this before standing up to her, but deep down I knew I had done the right thing. The Bitch was abusing her power and she deserved to be put in her place. I only wish I could have done more, but I couldn’t afford to put my dream of becoming a cop on the line. The Bitch would eventually get what she deserved, one way or the other.
Each day, I was humiliated and emotionally beaten. It was a living hell, but my fellow students—even the men—were finally beginning to see how much of a monster The Bitch truly was. They had always known she was cruel, but since she let them get away with almost anything, they hadn’t really cared. But now that she was taking things to the next level, they stopped goofing off and actually started paying attention in class. None of them stood up to her, but knowing my misery was having a positive effect on the rest of the class helped me make it through.
I kept my mouth shut, letting her humiliate me in the worst imaginable ways. Most people would have cracked under such pressure, but I kept thinking of my mother and how proud she would have been of me. I refused to give up, keeping my mouth shut and my anger contained.
It worked for almost two week. But on the day of the final examination, I finally lost it. Since she couldn’t get through to me, The Bitch turned her attention to Cindy. She treated her ten times worse than she had treated me, no doubt hoping it would finally make me lose it.
It did. The sight of my friend in tears finally accomplished what nine long days of psychological torture had failed to do. I lost completely lost it. Rage swept across me, spreading through my body like a virus, attacking every cell in my body until they were completely corrupted. No longer in control of my body, I watched, powerless as I stepped between my friend and The Bitch. By the time I realized what I was doing, it was already too late.
When I snapped out of my rage-induced trance, The Bitch lay on the floor before me, her fingers massaging her jaw. It took a few seconds before I understood what I had done. But when I finally realize I had punched her, I felt the blood drain from my face.
I expected The Bitch to be livid, but she simply stood up, a satisfied grid deforming her hideous lips. She had accomplished what she had set out to do; she had tricked me into sealing my own fate. I had assaulted a superior officer and there was only one punishment for that. Immediate discharge from the force.
I remained frozen in shock for a moment before finally becoming aware of my surroundings. My classmates stood nearby, eyes wide with shock and jaws dropped in disbelief. Cindy was the only one smiling, but I could tell many more smiles would soon emerge from the stunned crowd.
I could have apologized, but I knew nothing I said or did would do any good. I hated the fact that she had won, but there was nothing I could do about it, so I grabbed my clothes—as usual, I had spent the past few hours in my underwear—and ran.
It took a while before I finally came down form my adrenaline high. When it finally happened, a sense of disbelief and despair swept across me. I had just ruined my one chance at honoring my mother’s memory. No matter how much regret I felt or how many times I apologized for what I had done, there was no way The Bitch would ever change her mind. I couldn’t believe my career as a police officer had lasted only nine short days.
It took a few hours before the phone rang. I was utterly terrified, but I knew I had no choice; I answered. Sure enough, it was a secretary calling to inform me I was being summoned to a hearing, which was scheduled for the next day. I was surprised by the rapidity of the proceedings, but I guess I should have seen it coming. The Bitch hated me and no doubt had reported the assault as soon as I had left.
I barely slept. I knew the odds of my remaining employed were slim, but I still held out hope. It was silly, but it was the only thing I could do to keep from falling into a deep depression.
First thing next morning, I headed to the training facility where I had spent the last two weeks of my life. On my way there, I got a call from Cindy. I told her the situation and promised to give her a call as soon as the verdict had been handed out. I hung up just as I entered the parking lot.
Ten minutes later, I was entering the captain’s office. I was a little surprised by the chosen local, but I assumed this was merely a formality. Inside the office stood the captain—a balding man in his early fifties—and The Bitch. She was dressed up, though she still looked as hideous as ever. A malicious smile curled her lips. I could tell she would enjoy watching my dreams being torn to shreds.
I stood there for what felt like an eternity, waiting for the captain to speak. It took a while, but he eventually looked up from his computer screen. His expression was impossible to read.
“Your mother would be very disappointed in you,” he said.
Anger shot through me at the mention of my mother. Who was he to tell me what my mother would have thought? Then again, he was right. I bowed my head and waited for him to proceed.
“Striking a superior officer almost always results in immediate termination of employment,” explained the captain.
I sighed, assuming my fate was sealed.
“However,” he soon added, “Sergeant James here insists you are one of the best recruits she ever had.”
I was so surprised I almost choked on my own saliva.
“The…” I started, but stopped myself before I could refer to my training officer as The Bitch. “Sergeant James said that?” I eventually asked, bewildered.
The captain nodded.
“She claims you struck her following a misunderstanding that led you to believe she was mistreating one of your fellow officers,” he explained. “She believes you acted as any other officer would have in your shoes.”
I couldn’t believe it. It sounded so impossible I didn’t know what to say. So I just stood there and waited to see what would happen next.
There was a long silence before The Bitch finally spoke.
“I have dropped the charges against you,” she explained with an oddly kind smile. “If you are still interested in joining the K-9 unit, I would be happy to let you retake the final examination. In fact, I am free tomorrow.”
I didn’t know what to say. It all seemed so out of character, yet the offer was not one I could refuse. I didn’t know if The Bitch had miraculously grown a conscience overnight or if she was planning something, but I couldn’t pass up such an opportunity. It took a while, but my mind was eventually made up.
“All right,” I agreed, glancing at The Bitch. The satisfied grin she wore told me I had just made a mistake. Unfortunately, it was now too late to back down. All I could do was hope I could survive whatever atrocities she had planned for me.
I barely slept all night. I kept tossing and turning, wondering what atrocities The Bitch had planned for me. But eventually, fatigue washed over me and I slipped into unconsciousness. My dreams were populated with horrible visions of my instructor. She humiliated and tortured me. Every horrible thing I could think of she did. By the time my alarm clock finally dragged me back to reality, I was covered in sweat. My heart was racing and my adrenaline was pumping.
I thought about not going, about blowing off my one chance at salvation. But deep down, I knew I would forever regret it if I let my fear control me. So, after thoroughly preparing myself for the worst possible scenario, I got dressed and headed off.
It was still quite early when I reached the training facility where I had spent the last two weeks of my life. It was Saturday, so the place was almost completely deserted. Only a few security guards patrolled the outer perimeter. The buildings themselves were completely empty.
When I reached the door leading to the gymnasium, I paused. Fear shot through me, but I pulled the door open before I could talk myself down. Striding inside, I glanced around. The gym was almost completely deserted. Standing as the center of it was The Bitch. Next to her stood one of the police dogs we had been training with for the past few weeks. Like all others, he was a studly German Shepherd.
“It’s about time,” grunted The Bitch as I approached.
I glanced at my watch. I was a grand total of seventeen seconds late. Ignoring the repulsive woman’s remark, I came to a stop a few feet in front of her.