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Subject: {ASSM} [NEW] Cindy's New Friends -  Chapter 01 (F FF F/dog F/mech pain bond caution!)
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WARNING:  The chapters in this story contain scenes of graphic
sex involving lesbianism, masturbation, mechanical sex acts,
bestiality, and bondage, all with strong undercurrents of pain,
and, if you can believe it, romance.  In code, that is [f ff fd
ffdd mech bd pain rom].  If subject matter of this nature does
not interest you, do not read any farther.

All events in this story are fictional. (DUH!)  All the
characters in this story are fictional.  This is a fantasy, i.e.
a place where physical acts and human responses are not limited
to or necessarily based in reality.  Therefore, some acts and
responses described are physically impossible or physiologically
improbable.  Do not try them yourself, especially alone.  This
story is intended for the salacious entertainment of consenting
adults, not as an instructional manual.  Again, do not try to do
any of the things described in this story.  You will injure
yourself or your partner.

If you are under 18 years of age, go away. This will burn your
eyeballs.

If material of a strong sexual nature is prohibited where you
are, go away.

By continuing, the reader accepts all responsibility for any
disgust, revulsion, jail sentences, or pleasure that result from
reading this story.

You have been warned!

That said, enjoy!..:)

NightShade

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Cindy's New Friends

By NightShade.

Initial posting: July 1998

Chapter 1

It had been another long, hot day in the Garwood's city library.
The small town's limited budget could barely afford the 20 or so
new books she had catalogued and cross-referenced that day, much
less afford air- conditioning for a bunch of dusty old books.  As
she approached her home, Cindy wanted to do nothing more than
soak in a cool shower and get the feeling of dust off her.  She
worked as the underpaid assistant librarian in the old library. 
The head librarian, her boss, was an old, wrinkled, bitter woman.
 Cindy knew Mrs. Cross always assigned to her the hottest,
dirtiest tasks.  But she really didn't mind all that much.  It
kept her busy all day and, besides, this was her very first job.

Although she wasn't making much money, she made enough to rent
the little cottage she was headed to now.  It helped that the
library provided her with a lunch.  It was just two small rooms
and a tiny bath, and it was all by itself way out in the woods. 
Nobody else wanted a place so far out.  But Cindy had loved it at
first sight.  Not just because of the price, either.  It was just
the right size for her.  And she was on her own, at last.

She had moved to this picturesque village right after graduating
from a very strict Catholic girl's school. She had ridden the bus
for three days to get to this idyllic village, all of her worldly
possessions in a nearly empty tattered suitcase.  The want ad for
this particular job was buried in with a bunch of other low-
paying jobs, but this one caught her eye because it was so far
away from where she had grown up.

Cindy had never known her parents.  She didn't know if she had
been abandoned at birth or if the people who donated an egg and
some sperm to make her had died when she was little.  No one
would ever tell her how she had ended up where she was, and
finally, she quit asking. The only `home' she had ever known was
the orphanage where she had grown up.  The people who ran the
place had not been good or bad.  They had neither cared for nor
loved the orphans, however.  It was just their job to look after
them, and that attitude came through loud and clear.  Now that
she was no longer dependent on them, Cindy wanted to take care of
herself.

That was why she had taken the job at the library in a place so
far away.  She wasn't really a trained librarian, but she loved
books.  They had been her only consistent friends throughout her
entire short life. All of the other orphan kids had come and
gone.  So had all of the caretakers, cooks, custodians, and nuns.
Cindy had stayed.  She had either been too old, too young, too
big, too small, too dirty, too WASP, whatever.  After a while,
because it hurt so much being left behind, she had turned to
books for companionship. She had no friends, and didn't wantany.

She parked her used bike by the gate to the tiny cottage and
carefully locked it up.  Although there was little chance of
anybody stealing it way out here, and it being a small town where
everybody knew each other and what belonged to whom, it was still
her first major purchase.  She had spent her entire life savings
on it, in fact.  She just wanted to be extra careful.  Had she
given it any thought, she would have thought it odd that she
locked up her bicycle, but had never locked the doors to her
cottage.

Skipping into the house, she shed her sticky clothes along the
way.  By the time she got to the bathroom, all she had on was her
panties.  Her reflection in the full-length mirror on the door
caught her eye.  She stopped abruptly and stared at her image. 
It still took her by surprise a little.

Cindy had been a late bloomer.  Very late, in fact. The boys at
the orphanage had made fun of her, as had the girls.  With her
straggly dirty blonde hair pulled back tight from her face and
her skinny body, thin arms and bony knees, she knew she wasn't
attractive, or even just a little cute.  Just a scrawny little
girl no one wanted.

But that was then.  And now?  Now the people from the orphanage
would not recognize her at all.  In the past few weeks and
months, she had filled in, blooming nicely.  She had even grown
an inch or two, it seemed.

The girl/woman looking back at her from the mirror was definitely
not ugly, either.  She had learned to do things with her hair in
a fashionable way and was learning - from books - about make up
and fashions. The nearly naked young woman in front of her was
strikingly beautiful, if she did say so herself.  Cindy stuck her
hip out to the side in a pose she thought was terribly sexy. Her
stance, once she had put her hand on her jutting hip, made her
boobies pop out and jiggle.

Cindy giggled at the sight of her `new' breasts quivering high on
her chest.  They, too, had developed in the past couple of months
until they were now about the size of large oranges.  Just about
as firm, too. There was just enough give to them so that they
jiggled slightly as she moved.  But they didn't bounce very much.
 She glanced back at her discarded bra on the floor.  She
supposed there was a reason they had made her wear one in the
orphanage when she hadn't had tits, and now that she had them,
she still didn't know why. Maybe she would understand when she
was old and had two floppy bags on her chest like Mrs. Cross.

She watched in the mirror as her slender hands slipped up to cup
her perky mounds.  She still wasn't used to the feel of them,
though lately she had been having a lot of practice touching
them.  She couldn't seem to keep her hands off them, especially
at night.  She watched as the tips of her thumbs and forefingers
met at the point of each breast and squeezed slightly.  The
perky, dusky red nipples stiffened willingly at her touch.

Cindy shuddered as the still-unfamiliar feelings swept through
her compact frame, lighting a small fire in her belly.  Lately,
those sensitive little buttons at the end of her rubbery tits had
been driving her crazy.  It seemed the more she rubbed them when
they itched or ached - she couldn't quite describe the feeling -
the more they needed to be rubbed.  And squeezed. And tugged.

And then there was last night!  Cindy blushed with shame as she
remembered how wet her pajama bottoms had been.  It was almost as
if she had wet herself - which she was sure she hadn't!  All she
had been doing was scratching an itch, so to speak, when she had
kind of blacked out, or something.  Next thing she knew her only
pair of PJs was soiled.  She had had to spend the rest of the
night in the nude.  Her innocent blush deepened as she remembered
the naughty feeling that experience had given her.  Sleeping
naked was something they were not allowed to do in the orphanage.
 Cindy's thoughts lingered on that wonderful feeling of wanton
freedom she had felt sleeping like that.  "Laundry day isn't for
another three days.  Darn!" she thought.  And grinned.

She continued her self-assessment.  Her once slim, boyish hips
were swelling out, curving with the perfection of young
womanhood.  She turned her torso slightly to the side to catch
sight of the smooth round hemispheres of her butt cheeks.  The
alabaster surface dimpled slightly as she flexed her butt
muscles.  It raised even higher when she flexed like that. Even
with her panties on she could see the entire cheek, because today
she was wearing her special pair of black silk panties.

The pair she wore today was her sexiest pair.  Cindy was saving
as much as she could each week from her meager salary to get more
nice things, but this pair had been her first splurge.  This pair
was the kind the fashion magazines said men liked to see women
wear. The tiny spaghetti strap in the back disappeared completely
into her butt crack, totally baring both buttocks.  It had been a
little uncomfortable when she first wore them, but now she
preferred them.  They were so much nicer than the ones the
orphanage provided.

The tiny strip of cloth in the front had embarrassed her at
first.  She had excitedly tried them on as soon as she got home
and it had looked terrible.  She had cried for hours.  However,
never one to give up, she read some more magazines and learned
about bikini waxing, and all kinds of other strange things. 
After reading everything she could find, she made the decision to
trim her `bush,' as it was called, with a razor and scissors. 
When she was done, all that was left was a narrow strip of curly
short blonde hairs ending just above her slit.  Everywhere else
was shaved baby-bottom smooth.  The new panties now looked just
as sexy on her as they did on the models in the magazines.
Sexier, maybe.

Cindy moved her legs so that her upper thighs rubbed together and
up against her bald cunny lips.  A slight scratch informed her it
was time to shave again.  Maybe she wouldn't get so wet down
there this time.  The last time had taken forever, it seemed
like, as she had to keep rubbing it dry with a towel.  She
considered shaving in the shower, but wasn't sure if she could or
how to do it.  She would have to look in to that at the library.

She stood up high on her toes, making her shapely thighs and
calves even tighter.  All that running as a child, all the stairs
she had climbed at the girl's school, and now the long bike ride
everyday kept her long legs in great shape.  A little pale,
maybe, but nothing a little sun wouldn't fix.

She looked herself over once more in the mirror.

"I'm a fox!" she giggled to herself.

She brought her hands back up to her tits.  They continued to
fascinate her and she thrilled each time she touched them.  She
was still too inexperienced to know that that thrill was a
natural sexual response.  A bit pronounced in Cindy's
hormone-laden body, perhaps, but still a natural response.   She
was also beginning to notice that sometimes after she'd played
them for a while, she would feel a funny itch or something down
between her legs.  Like she felt now, and she blushed once more
as she flashed back again on last night.

Riding her bike all the way from the library to the cottage
smashed her poor little cunny down on that hard leather bicycle
seat.  She had been itching - aching? - since she had gotten to
work that morning and had been there all day long.  Giving
another harder squeeze to her tits almost made her dizzy.  The
tingling feeling between her legs was stronger now.  She wanted
to rub it or scratch at it with her finger.

She saw her left hand slipped down her belly to the top of her
tiny panties as if it had a mind of its own. Her naughty hand
insinuated itself underneath the loose elastic waistband and
moved steadily through the soft downy hair.

Her long middle finger traveled straight to the top of her bare
slit and then hesitated.  She had never touched herself down
there, except to clean.  But now - it slipped lightly along the
slippery groove - Oooh,God,  that felt good!  She needed to rub
more. And harder.  She subconsciously noted that it was wet there
and idly wondered if it was sweat from the bike ride or something
else.

Pressing harder, her lucky finger slipped in between the folds of
sensitive skin and she discovered the wetness came from inside
her.

Bringing her finger up to her nose, she inhaled deeply. The
pungent odor of her womanhood was intriguing.  She tentatively
touched the tip of her tongue to her slippery finger.

"Salty and sweet at the same time," she thought.  "I think I like
it!"

Sucking her whole finger into her mouth, she savored the new
taste.  Her finger made several trips back into the source as she
dazedly watched herself in the mirror.

Shaking her head suddenly, she woke herself up from her erotic
daydreaming.  She leaned over into the small bath and turned on
the shower to a cool spray.  She stepped into the small enclosure
after stripping off the silky thong panties.  The powerful cool
spray of the shower beat down on her creamy white skin, reviving
her from the long hot day.  Turning her back to the spray she
tipped her head and let the hard jets slick her long blonde hair
back from her face.

Bracing her arms against the shower wall, she arched her back and
enjoyed letting the pulsing water work out the kinks from her
shoulders all the way down to her ass.  Turning her head so she
could see her butt, she noticed again that the exercise of riding
her bike the past few months had firmed it up as well as her
legs. She was one hard body!

Not that she had ever been fat or overweight.  They had never had
quite enough food to fill up on in the home. But now her ass
looked sexy, even to her.  Standing on tiptoe, she flexed her
calves and relished the strength and youth of her long legs.  She
also noticed that just the strain of standing like that caused
the tickle in her pussy to start up again.

Turning to face the spray, the jets of pulsing water began to
work on her chest.  One of the errant streams of cool water
caught the tiny bud of her nipple at just the right angle and
seemed to try to move it around the end of her tit.  Jolts of
electricity went straight to her brain.  And her cunt!

God!  The pleasure that that hard stream of water brought to her
nipple was almost unbearable, almost painful.  She experimentally
twisted and turned her upper body back and forth.  She managed to
stimulate both of the sensitive nipples with the hard spray.
Several times.  They swelled up and puffed out like neverbefore.

Cindy looked at her erect nipples in amazement.  They looked so
sexy sticking out like that.  In fact, they looked just like ones
on the tits of the glamorous women in those glossy magazines she
had looked through the other day.

The thought of those pictures and of what those women had been
doing to each other in them increased the itching between her
legs that Cindy was feeling.  It was more like a burning
sensation now, demanding something.

She had found the pictures by accident a couple of weeks ago. 
She had been in a section of the library where she wasn't
supposed to go.  She really had gone in there by mistake, but the
old librarian had yelled at her for a long time and said some
awful things to her.  Cindy had been afraid she would lose her
job.

The pictures continued to burn in her memory, however, and since
that first time, she had carefully sneaked back into that room
twice more.  Both times she had only had a short time to look at
the pictures in the magazines and on the walls.  The photos had
excited her, although she was puzzled about some of the things
she had seen the women in the pictures doing.

Cindy lifted the showerhead down off its holder and started
moving it over her stomach.  Moving the massaging jets over her
tummy muscles felt good.  She closed her eyes as she took her
time covering her whole stomach, letting the jet move itself to
the next aching muscle group.

The jet moved dreamily lower towards her pussy as if on its own.
As it neared the juncture of her thighs, the water was partially
deflected by the short soft hairs of her bush, temporarily
blocked from directly hitting that super-sensitive area.

However, as she continued to lazily move the stream around over
her tummy and then down to her upper thighs, the twisted flexible
hose connecting the showerhead to the faucet suddenly brushed up
against her aroused nipple.  The unexpected, and fairly rough,
contact caused surge of sexual feeling that surprised the na<ve
young girl.  She dropped the showerhead as she clasped both hands
to the offended nipple.

"Damn", she thought as she squatted down to pick up the water
massager.  "Clumsy ol' me."

As she grabbed for the mischievous showerhead, the powerful
pulsating stream of water finally found its mark and shot
directly up at her tender cunt, which was now spread invitingly
wide by her squatting position. Cindy almost fainted from the
sensations that flooded her young body, and braced her arms
against the wall of the shower.

"AAAAAAHHHHHH", she cried.

Still squatting, she finally re-captured the showerhead and,
without thinking, brought it up close to her screaming cunt. 
These new feelings were sensational, terrific, wonderful, and she
wanted more, more, more, and more!  She had never, ever imagined
she could have feelings like this.  The pulsing water jet played
around her virgin cunt for several minutes, stimulating the
vibrant flesh as never before.

Held in an erotic daze by the dancing water spray caressing and
teasing her splayed pussy, Cindy leaned back against the wall of
the shower and slid slowly to the floor, her knees akimbo.  The
magical showerhead was trapped between the cheeks of her ass with
the showerhead, now at point-blank range, aimed straight at her
clit.  Unknowingly, she brought her now-freed hands to her
breasts.  Squeezing them lightly and rolling the captive nipple
between her fingers felt delicious.  It added tremendously to the
feelings she was having down there.  Squeezing harder and pulling
them sharply away from her body amplified them even more.  When
she impulsively pinched both of them sharply, Cindy felt her
tummy muscles spasm and jolts of electricity radiated out from
that little spot just above her cunt to all parts of her body.

"OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH oh oh oh oh oh!"

As the sexual current was still surging though her body, she
squeezed her buds harder and then pinched her swollen nipples,
quite hard.  This seemingly painful pinching intensified the
glorious feelings in her cunt. The pulsing water continued to
beat on her clit for another 15 cunt-wrenching minutes, before
she rolled to her side at last and lay sobbing, gasping on the
floor of the tiny shower stall.  Her first intentional, if
accidental, orgasmic experience had drained her, but only
momentarily.  Even as she caught her breath, she felt a sexual
charge building in her lower body.  Cindy didn't know what it was
she was feeling, only that she knew this was going to happen
again.  Soon.

Cindy turned the water off and picked the showerhead up off the
floor. Slowly standing, she stretched her taut young sex-charged
body like a cat wakening from a short nap.

"Ooooohh, that was wonderful," she thought lazily. "But there
seems to be something missing, something more.."

What she had felt just now was good - great, even.  But she
sensed deep down that her capacity for this new sensation was
untapped by what she had experienced by her own hand in the
shower.

"Well, you've got to start somewhere."



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