Message-ID: <30049asstr$988467002@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@webtv.net> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: Adam1076@webtv.net (Adam Stark) X-Original-Message-ID: <22680-3AEA44C6-2@storefull-111.iap.bryant.webtv.net> Mime-Version: 1.0 (WebTV) Content-Type: Text/Plain; Charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7Bit X-WebTV-Signature: 1 ETAuAhUAysh+hsAgXN0rzeabuhX6NsI2agsCFQCsxErddEG/0XunBfA2LOwVVK7hzg== Content-Disposition: Inline Subject: {ASSM} Unnatural Selection (Femdom)#12 Date: Sat, 28 Apr 2001 10:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2001/30049> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, kelly Part - 12 Watching mom pace around the kitchen (which we never used very much anymore since we mostly all ate outside the house nowadays or ordered takeout even when we were here) after she had clumsily started the coffee maker, and then gone to the refrigerators freezer to fetch something to munch on with the coffee, at which point I noticed that she just stood there and looked inside for what must have been five minutes (which started to make me worry), before she had seemed to have suddenly comeback from where she had been, and reached in and had taken down (I saw) a Sara Lee microwave coffee cake, (which was now cooking away) as I sat there in my chair at the small kitchen table trying to put the few pieces I had together in my head on just exactly what the hell was going on here. The best I could figure out at this point was that it started (at least as far as I was aware) last night when mom called me at Maria's house, which damn near made me have a heart attack as I thought she had found out about me and Maria, at which point she then told me to stay there (and not to go home for any reason) until she picked me up sometime around noon tomorrow, which was to say the least strange! The next thing I knew (after she had picked me up) as we were riding home in her car, was that she was telling me that some doctor was supposed to be coming over to the house to talk to us about your brother today, and that what she was going to tell us was not going to be pleasant to listen to, and that I was to get ahold of myself at what I was about to hear her tell us, which at that point made me very nervous (and to tell the truth very scared) as I remembered the last time mom had talked this way was when dad died, and so (by that time) I was thinking about all kinds of weird shit to myself, which mostly revolved around the theme that they had found out that Peter was bad sick in some way, and that from the way mom was talking to me that maybe he was going to die or something! Abruptly she then sat down in the chair next to me, bringing me back to the here and now, at which time as I turned to look at her I saw her start to tear up, and not knowing what the heck else to do as the tears started to run down her cheeks, I then instinctively put my arm around her shoulder at which point she totally broke down and started to cry. God all I could think about as I held onto her was how I wished that Julie was here, as I could do little else but hold on to her and wait for the tears to stop, which felt so strange to me as when this happened before it was usually me who was the one who needed the shoulder to cry on, which for her took almost a good ten minutes to run its course, as just about the time the chime went off on the Micro I noticed that she was starting to dry her eyes and beginning to worry about little things like her make up, which after I told her that I would take the desert out to cool, she then headed on off off to the small bathroom we had downstairs on this side of the house and fixed it. Pouring myself a small cup of coffee (when I saw that the Mister Java was finished cycling) after I had finished setting the cake on the counter to cool, I then sat down and reached over on the table and picked up a couple of packets of diet coffee creamer and low_cal sweetener from out of the covered bowl, and after ripping them open I dumped them in my cup at which point I sat there slowly sipping my drink (between blowing on it for a minute or two between sips) as I waited for one or both of them to return, and to hopefully finally tell me what the fuck was going on! [ The Dreamer ] Laying down fully dressed on my bed with the goggles on sure felt funny as hell, especially in the middle of the afternoon, and then all of a sudden before I was ready for it the program started running, and I found myself looking at a black and white loading grid just like what I had experienced on my old PS3. Feeling her hand me a simple remote I then ran thru the practice routine that popped up (which I saw was straightforward enough) at which point I then hit the red start button and settled back to wait for the game to begin. First thing that happened (as I expected) was that the simple grid started to fade out, which was replaced by what I recognized as the lobby of an old fashioned movie theater, which I saw right off only had six old style flat screens so I knew that it was really old like 1980's old. Using the remote to pan around I really appreciated the work the person(s) who wrote the program did with it, as it was Full Blown with a speed that hinted to me that this machine was using the new Pentium Double K chip. And so far after about five minutes I reckoned as I was really working the remote and no matter what trick I tried I couldn't detect any shimmies or skips, no matter how fast I panned as the ThreeDee effect was so good that if I hadn't felt my bed under me, I would have sworn that I was standing in the theater! Then hearing this tinkling sound I panned left and saw in the back of the lobby this little fountain, which uncharacteristically drew my attention, so doing a VR walk ( which was surprisingly easy) I made my way to the edge of it, at which point I noticed that it caught the light in a funny kinda way as it surged up and then down which seemed to draw me in as I just couldn't seem to take my eyes off of it, until that is I turned at a sound I heard behind, and saw this pretty young eighteen ish woman dressed in this cheap polyester movie uniform standing behind me, who after a minute in which I saw her lips move but heard nothing, but which all of a sudden I then heard her, was asking me me if I felt alright? Telling her that I was just fascinated by the water fountain, she all of a sudden brightened as she gave this little giggle and said "Yes it does kind of draw ones eyes to it" which I then noticed she seemed to stop and think a second or two before she unexpectedly asked me if I had a ticket, as the next movie (she explained) started in just a minute, at which point I felt this object in my right hand that a minute ago I could of sworn I didn't have, and as I held it out to her I saw that it was a gold colored piece of cardboard ( about the size of a chunky bar) that at once seemed to draw her respect (for what reason I hadn't a clue) as she then asked me if I would like my free popcorn and soda, which seeing no reason not to I said that I would like it now. Following her over to the concession counter I caught the smell of real popcorn popping, which almost out of force of habit caused me to deeply and repeatedly inhale the delicious odor at which point my mouth started to water as she handed me the large box of still warm popcorn and then the frosty 22 ounce cup of pepsi, which I immediately started to munch on, and which for some reason simply tasted wonderful. Then all of a sudden I was bought back to the present as she told me that if I didn't want to miss the sneak preview I better hurry on in, which unthinkingly I did at which point as I sat down in an empty seat in the middle of the empty theater, I realized that I didn't have the fainest idea what the movie I was about to watch was? Well whatever the hell it was I thought I can put up with it for two hours, as I sat there munching on my corn (as about on average every third mouthful I took a good sip of my soda), eventually the lights dimmed and up popped onto the flat white screen this grainy green and white announcement, that the following preview had been approved for the viewing of all audiences. Suddenly in faded a scene from an old movie that I distantly remembered (from one of the cable channels late late shows) called Equus, and the scene they showed was the one in which Jill was introducing Alan to the stable horses for the first time, in order to show him how to properly groom them. Only what I now saw up on the screen was not that scene exactly but something far more vulgar, as it showed Jill (still in her riding outfit all right) but it was strangely unbuttoned on her lite white cotton shirt just enough so one could, from time to time catch a long look at her naked breasts,and all the while as she was bent over a now naked Alan Strang who now was kneeling on the dirty stable floor jerking off a grey coated stallion as Jill kept saying to him " Thats it remember alway long even strokes and remember the rougher you do it the better the horse likes it, thats it It looks like you got a feel for it ,I can tell" at which point as she was laughing at him some girl off screen called her name, at which point she leaned in closer to him and said into his ear "Your doing fine Alan, keep it up and when your finished here go to the next stall and do Old Trooper"at which point as the scene slowly fade I saw Alan put his lips to the tip of the stallions cock just as it shot its load all over his face. Then as the screen once again faded to black, only to then be replaced by the green grainy preview announcement, then up popped another scene from a movie called April Love. Only instead of the fifties love story I remembered, up popped this scene which showed this pretty young girl (who I remember was played by Shirley Jones) who was dressed in faded blue jeans and a flannel shirt, with her blond hair pulled back into a pony tail,and who was sitting in this sulky with legs spread wide, only instead of the horse I expected to see in front of her, I saw this young man who was completely naked and at a guess wa painfully strapped and buckled into its place. And if that wasn't enough this girl was racing him like a real horse on this sulky track full tilt, and that he was I saw huffing and puffing and that when he slowed down she would lay into his back with some long riding crop, until the sweat was pouring off him at which point she reined him in and slowly trotted him off to the side, where this other older girl sat in a folding chair watching the whole thing as she sipped a nice cold drink. Jumping off the sulky after reaching the older girl, the younger one said to her "hey Fran do you mind watching nick here while I go take a pee?" at which point Fran said "No problem Liz" and as she raced off to go to the john in the barn I saw nick the ponyboy as he stood there attempting to get an erection, even though his cock was in somekind of device whch when Fran saw what he was doing she shook he head and muttered "Silly Gelding". At which point the scene once again started to fade out but instead of another preview this time what flashed up on the screen was the Feature Presentation routine, at which point I realized I had such a hardon that I wouldn't have been surprised to hear it rip right thru my pants! 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