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Sorry that is has been so long since I continued this story. I wrote the first part a long time ago and posted it on a different site originally titled Stacey's First Lesson. I didn't get any feedback so I didn't think that it was very good. I was a little surprised when I saw it show up here. If you want to read the first part, you can find it on beastforum, in the stories section, titled Stacy's Lesson, posted by neverumind. Anyway, here's the second part.

P.S. Sorry if it takes a little bit for the story to start getting good. I can be a bit long winded at times.

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Stacey's Second Lesson

Chapter 1

I was nervous going to school the first day after my run-in with Mystery Man and his dog Sam. Every time that one of my friends came up behind me in the halls my breath would catch and I would turn expecting to see Him. I didn't know what he looked like, but I thought that for sure I would know him when I saw him.

I kept looking into the faces of every geek that I ever refused to pay attention to before. I was surprised at what I saw. The first reaction on all of them seemed to be surprise. Surprise that I was actually looking at them instead of past them or through them. After that their second reaction varied. Some of them quickly looked away, shy and embarrassed. Others returned my stare defiantly with a "fuck you" look. Others were confused and a little intimidated wondering why I was looking at them. I hadn't realized before how many people I had excluded from my life. I began to size each one of them up thinking, "Is this the guy that gave me the fuck of my life a couple of days ago?" How many of these people were capable of more then just reading a book and doing well on a test?

I heard someone coming up behind me and I turned to look at who it was. It was some geek that I'd probably had a few classes with that was obviously just passing by me. My gaze reflexively slid passed him, but I caught myself at the last minute and forced myself to take a second look. My bold stare must have caught him off guard because he stopped and looked at me with a scared and confused expression. Could this be Him?

"Uh, hi," was all that I could think of to say.

"Um, um, um." He looked like he was about to panic. His eyes kept darting past me looking for help or a route of escape.

"I'm Stacey. What's your name?"

Suddenly his legs unlocked and he bolted past me without another word. I turned to watch him go. That was definitely not Mystery Man. "Hey Stacey! What was that all about?" I turned to see my friend Kelly approaching me.

"Um, nothing," I replied nervously.

"Why did Jeff run off like that?"

"Jeff? You know him?" I was surprised and a little confused.

"Jeff? Yeah, sure. He tutored me in algebra last year. He's real nice, just a little shy at first."

I stared at her dumbstruck. Was I the only one who was an ass?

"What? You've never been tutored?"

Actually I hadn't. I am by no means an A student, but I'm no slouch either. Aside from English and history most of the stuff we do here at school always just seamed like common sense to me. Even the math was simple logic once you looked at it. "No. I've never needed a tutor."

"Whatever. Everything doesn't come easy to all of us."

What did that mean? I wondered as I watched her turn and walk toward our lockers. I began to wonder if even my friends considered me a snob as I turned and followed her.

Kelly changed the subject and began to rattle on about how much of a looser her new science teacher was as I unlocked my locker. As I opened the door a Polaroid fell out and fluttered to the floor. As it flipped end over end on it's way down I caught a glimpse of a girl and a dog. SHIT! I quickly dropped down and grabbed it hitting my head on my locker on my way down. I shoved it in my pocket and looked around to see if any one was watching or saw it.

"Smooth move. Wha'dja drop?"

"Nothing." I grabbed my math book and slammed my locker. "I've gotta go. I'll catch you later," as I turned and darted for the girl's restroom.

I heard her say, "Whatever!" as I was walking away, but I didn't respond. I needed someplace private. I pushed my way into the girl's restroom and went into the first empty stall. Once the door was shut and latched I pulled the Polaroid out of my pocket. Sure enough, there I was getting fucked by a mastiff. What does this mean? What does he want? Confused, I turned it over searching for something more when I saw that there was something written on the back. "THIRD PERIOD. THE BASEBALL FIELD. HOME TEAM DUGOUT."

Third period? That's next period. Does he want me to cut class? I can't cut class. But what if I don't show? Will everyone at school open their locker to find a Polaroid like the one I found? Just then I heard the Two Minute Warning bell. What was I going to do? Maybe he's bluffing. He can't give up his leverage right away. Can he?

I made up my mind, stuffed the photo back into my pocket, grabbed my book back, and headed off to class. Once in my class and at my desk, though, I started to have second thoughts. What if I was wrong? I couldn't hear anything that the teacher was saying as I sat through class. All that I could think about was Mystery Man waiting at the dugout getting mad. Not to mention the fact that my pussy was starting to get wet at the thought of seeing him again.

Just then the door open and a girl came in carrying an office note. The teacher took it and scanned it quickly, then called out, "Stacey to the Nurse's Office." I gathered my things and went forward and took the note and looked at it. Nothing weird or unusual. Just a simple note to go to the Nurse's Office. Relieved and a bit confused I left the classroom and headed there.

When I handed it to the Nurse she looked confused. "I didn't send for you. This is a mistake. You should head back to class." I just stared at her. It was him. He somehow had this sent to me. "Well go on," she urged. I turned and walked off, but I wasn't going to class. My feet felt like lead as I trudged off in the direction to the baseball field. I messed up and he is waiting for me.
Chapter 2

As I walked outside toward the baseball field my eyes immediately went to the dugout. I couldn't see anyone inside, but the floor in the dugout was lower than ground level so there could still be someone there. I looked around and couldn't see anyone out on the fields. The dugout had a small chain link door on it that was closed and as I approached it I saw that there was a dog inside the dugout. At first I wondered how the Mystery Man was able to bring a dog to school until I realized that it was the school caretaker's dog. The caretaker had a small one room house in the back corner of the property and his dog was a huge Heinz 57 dog with long shaggy hair. All of us were a little scared of him and his dog, but the dog didn't seem all that scary as he looked up at me with his tail wagging.

I reached out a hand against the gate and he came forward and licked it. I didn't even know his name. "Hey Fella. I'm going come inside. Is that OK with you?" He didn't bark or growl as I unlatched the gate so I took that as a good sign. I opened the gate and stepped down inside. It was a little dimmer inside the dugout, but once my eyes adjusted I saw a note and a black clothe bag on the bench. I picked up the bag, but there was nothing inside. I turned my attention to the note and read it as I picked it up.

Simple instructions. "Strip. Put the bag over your head. Pull the drawstring tight. Hand cuff yourself to the fence facing out." I turned and saw four pairs of hand cuffs. Two were attached and hanging from the fence in front of the dugout. Two were attached to a set of eye bolts that ran along the floor.

Strip? Here at school? I would be in full view of anyone who came out here. Then I saw that underneath the note was another Polaroid. So this was it huh? Like a trail of bread crumbs. For every thing that I did for him, I would get one of the photos back. I took another look around at the surrounding fields. No one in sight. I didn't know how long was left until recess. I better get this over with before I run out of time.

I kicked off my sandals, pulled my shirt off over my head, and then pulled my shorts down over my hips and off. I placed them both on the bench and then slipped the photo into my shorts pocket. I took another look around and then stripped out of my bra and panties. It felt a little strange to be naked at school. The dog was instantly interested in me and started diving for my crotch. I pushed him back and scolded him, and he obediently sat down. I then took the bag over to the hand cuffs. First I cuffed each of my ankles. They were kind of far apart and spread my legs wide. I then cuffed my left wrist and placed the bag over my head making sure to pull the draw string tight like the instructions said. It was a little difficult to get the second cuff on. I was blind, could only use one hand, and like the cuffs on my ankles, these too were spaced wide apart. Once I managed to place the last cuff on I took a deep breath and waited. I was spread eagle with my tits lifted high and pressed against the rough cold steel of the chain link, and my ass and pussy were completely exposed.

Then I heard the dog stand up and come over. Now I couldn't push him away and he knew it. This is what Mystery Man had in store for me today. The dog instantly zeroed in on my pussy. Once again I felt the familiar feel of a cold nose pressed between my ass cheeks as he began to lick my pussy. This time there was no resistance from me. As much as I was disgusted by the thought of it, there was no denying the fact that it felt good, and that I liked it. Evidently pussy eating was a universal thing with dogs, because this one was every bit as good at it as Sam had been. I moaned out loud and ground my pussy into his eager tongue. The thought of someone seeing me right now only made it better. I pictured what I must look like with my perfect tits pressed hard against the chain link, and my ass thrust out backwards while this mangy dog ate my pussy. "Even when this is over I might have to get myself a dog," I thought. I was quickly brought to an orgasm and my body was racked with convulsions as my orgasm rolled through me.

I was panting and sweating as I came down from my high and the dog was still at it licking my pussy. That's when I heard the gate open. "Back Buster!" It was Mystery Man again. The dog retreated obediently and the licking ceased. "It was not good that I had to send for you twice. You should have obeyed the first time. For that you get one exposure. What that person decides to do with the knowledge is up to him."

"What? You're going to tell someone else?"

"Shut up! It is not your place to ask questions. It is your place to obey. For every time that you disobey you get one exposure. Now, I am going to uncuff you. Do not attempt to take off the bag." I stood there obediently like the dog as my mind raced trying to figure out who he would tell. I could feel him uncuffing my ankles, and then my wrists. "Get down on your hands and knees." I did without hesitation. I heard him putting the cuffs away. He came to me and patted my back. "Come on Buster. Up."

"But third period is almost over. People will be coming out of there classes. What if someone comes out here?"

"Shut up or I'll make sure that everyone comes out here." Just then I felt Buster mount me. Mystery Man guided has cock toward my pussy. Buster must have been ready for this because his cock already felt huge. The size and suddenness of it took my breath away and I grunted with the impact of his first thrust. Then he went wild fucking me like a jack hammer. His knot was already starting to swell and I could feel it hit my pussy with each thrust as he tried to get it inside of me. His cock felt wonderful as it rammed in and out of me and then I felt the knot finally make its way into my pussy. As the knowledge that we were tied washed over me I came like thunder moaning and grinding my hips back into this mangy dog.

Buster stopped his thrusting and just stood there on top of me as I felt his dick pumping what felt like a gallon of seed into me. I reached up and pulled the bag off of my head. At this point I didn't care if I anger him. I was alone though. Just me and Buster tied together in the bottom of the dugout. That's when I heard the lunch bell. Shit! Buster lifted his leg over me and turned around so that we were butte to butte. I tried to pull away, but his knot was still too swollen. I knelt there on all fours praying that no one would come out here. No one usually goes out to the baseball field during lunch. The caretaker doesn't like people messing up the field. I should be safe for a while.

"What the hell?"

I looked up in to the face of the nerd that I ran in to in the hall. Jeff was his name.

"You wanted me to see this?"

"No!"

"Then why did you leave that note in my locker telling me to come out here?"

"I didn't leave you that note. Someone made me do this. The same person put the note in your locker. Please. I didn't want this."

"Fine. You fucking deserve it you dirty bitch."

"Please don't tell anyone," but he was already turning and walking away. I started crying as I waited for the horde of people to show up that he was bound to be bringing. But no one did. After about fifteen minutes Buster's knot shrunk and he pulled out. A rush of cum came out with it. I stayed low so no one would see me and used my panties to wipe off the cum and then threw them into the small trash can mounted in the corner. Then I gathered my clothes and got dressed. I stood up and saw tons of people off in the fields eating and talking and enjoying their lunch. All of them completely unaware of what had happened. I gave Buster a pat on the head and then left the dugout leaving him locked inside. I could feel more of his cum leaking out of my pussy and on to my shorts as I walked back toward the school building.