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Subject: {ASSM} [NEW] Cindy's New Friends -  Chapter 03/14 (F FF F/dog F/mech pain bond)
Date: Mon, 29 Jul 2002 00:10:29 -0400
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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

   *******













   Cindy's New Friends

   By NightShade.

   Chapter 3

   Barely able to open her eyes sometime later, Cindy at first thought she
had been abandoned, as she appeared to be alone.  On the one hand, she was
relieved she was still alive and that she had not been eaten by the big bad
wolf.  Well, actually, she had been `eaten,' but Cindy was too na<ve to
understand that play on words.  On the other hand, she was disappointed
that her first `lover' had abandoned her.

   She wondered that she could think of such a wild creature - an animal! -
as her lover in such an off-handed manner, but somehow the tenderness of
the big animal had touched her deeply.  Of course, its tongue had touched
her just as deeply.  Yes, it had been her first lover.

   She had been lying semi-conscious for some time, recuperating from her
multiple orgasms in the warm afternoon sun.  The devilish tongue was no
longer plaguing her.  She realized she missed the feeling of that long,
rough tongue exciting her tender tissues and subconsciously decided right
then and there that she was going to experience those feelings again, no
matter what.

   She raised herself on one elbow to get up and go back into the cottage.
She glanced around the small clearing.  She was not alone!  The big black
animal was still with her, sitting quietly just off the towel by her feet,
watching her with its beautiful blue eyes.

   Taking the opportunity to get a better look at the animal who had just
introduced her to paradise, she was relieved to notice two things: First,
it was not a wolf, but a beautiful dog, and second, it was definitely a
"he".  He had a sturdy collar around his neck.  Not a wild rabid animal, at
least.

   She wondered if she could move, now that the dog was through with his
feast between her legs.  She got slowly to her knees without being bitten
or growled at.  She knelt facing the big dog.  She reached out a tentative
hand to pet him.

   "Good boy, good boy," she cooed.  "Nice doggy." They hadn't been allowed
to have pets in the orphanage, and it showed in her awkward strokes.

   The dog just watched her with those intelligent eyes, ears alert, a
curious expression on his face.

   "It's almost as if you're laughing at me," said Cindy.  "I wonder what
your name is?"

   Reaching out with both hands, she caught at the dog's collar.  The tag
jangled brightly as she turned it around to read it.

   "MAX," was the only word on the side she facing her.

   "SHEFFIELD ESTATES," was inscribed on the other side of the tag.

   "So, `Max', you live up at the Sheffield place, huh?"

   Max' ears twitched at the sound of his name, and his magical tongue
slipped out the side of his mouth as he `woofed' lightly.  His head cocked
slightly to one side once more.

   "You understand me, don't you?" she said.  She began to run her hand
down his side, feeling the soft, thick fur over his powerful muscles.  She
moved closer to him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and hugged his soft
fur against her bare skin.

   Max placed his regal head on her shoulder and patiently allowed this
familiarity from the small female human.  He seemed to be biding his time,
waiting for some kind of signal or command from the naked girl.

   His fur was so soft, so thick, so delightfully ticklish on her skin. 
Cindy turned slightly and her bare breasts swung against the dog's side. 
Luscious tingles passed through her chest.

   "You're like a living bearskin rug," she whispered to the stoic animal.
She held him in her arms for a long time, until she felt the coolness of
the late afternoon raise goose flesh on her bare arms.  She was very
thirsty, as well.

   Rising to her feet, she started into the cottage.  She remembered the
towels with a snap of her fingers and went back to get them.  Max followed
her movements with his eyes, then, when she finally entered the cottage,
followed on her heels.

   Feeling the soft brush of fur on her thigh, Cindy sighed.  What had
happened to her should have distressed her, and she knew it.  She had
enjoyed it, more than she wanted to admit to herself.  She wanted to be mad
at the dog, at her dog, but couldn't be.  He was just an animal doing what
came naturally, right?  She couldn't blame herself for what had happened,
either.  Besides, it had felt so good.  It couldn't be really wrong, could
it?  She would just have to watch out and not let him get to her again. 
But it had felt sooo good.  Well, maybe they could do it just a little.

   Going over to the sink, Cindy got herself a glass of water.  She had
lost a lot of fluids with her activities out in the sun, and she was
thirsty.  A sharp "woof" from Max caught her attention.

   "Want some water, boy?"

   "Woof", Max barked.

   "You really do understand," she marveled.

   Getting a large plastic bowl, she filled it with cool water and set it
on the floor for him.  She watched him lap up the water with his talented
tongue, his muscular frame attracting her once more and she found herself
petting him.  Leaning over him, she ran her hands down his sides, over his
ribs and his firm mid section.  Over and over she petted and caressed him.
On one of her more vigorous sweeps, her hand brushed up against the male
equipment hanging between his legs.

   Curiosity got the better of her and, as he didn't snap at her or move
away, she continued her exploration of his genitals on the next pass, this
time lingering to explore softly.  At first, it was just there, a
tough-skinned, thick, fuzzy-haired tube and two huge balls.

   Max stood quietly during this intimate inspection, not wanting to
interrupt his new fuck-toy's tender exploration with her innocent hands. 
He could smell she had never been marked before, or at least for a long
time, and he was anxious to be the first to mark her.  He had had others
like her before, though, and knew he had to be patient and let her get
primed and ready first.  Smoothly, he sat down on his haunches and turned
his hindquarters to expose his genitals to her.

   "So, you like that, don't you boy," she cooed, grinning mischievously at
him.

   Bolder, now that she had his cooperation, she grasped the thick dark
tube gently with her whole hand and began stroking with more vigor.  It
seemed to stiffen and swell in her hand.

   "OOOOOHHH," she gasped.

   She gently stoked the thick skin until the bright pink head of his sex
organ poked its head out.  Wide eyed and fascinated, she pulled harder and
faster on the dog's slippery pink meat, coaxing it completely out of
hiding. The lewd sight of the throbbing organ was having a strangely
thrilling effect on her own body.  The tight little buds of her nipples
popped back up to their excited state.  The itch in her crotch was back,
too, now worse than ever.

   "OOOHHH Max, boy.  I need you to lick me.  Lick me, boy."

   Oddly, though she didn't think about it at the time, that appeared to be
a command the dog understood.  With another "woof" he lowered his head and
prodded her knees apart.  Knocked off balance by his prodding, she rolled
on her side, face to face with his still growing penis.  She never lost her
tender grip on the slippery organ.

   Max's insistent nose urged her willing legs to open wider.  She was
completely exposed to the dog, and she had the tiniest of second thoughts.
The first swipe of his rough tongue brought all the good feelings flooding
back to her.

   Cindy hesitated for a second longer, reflecting that this time she was
not being forced to do this, but that she had actually asked Max for it. 
Any second thoughts she may have had vanished with the second long lick of
his skillful tongue.

   This time, because of his position over her, Max' tongue was moving from
top to bottom and her clit was being stimulated at the beginning of each
glorious swipe.  At this rate, she knew it wouldn't take her long to
climax, and she rolled over onto her back in anticipation of her pending
orgasm.

   Max smoothly rose to his feet as she rolled and skillfully managed to
keep his erection in contact with her hand.  Cindy's hand automatically
curled and grasped the slick pink flesh.  Max's standing position now
brought the tip of his dog cock right in front of her face.

   "What a beautiful penis," she thought, although it was the first erect
penis of any species she had ever seen.  So soft, yet so hard.  Just as she
had imagined.  A burst of passion surged through her as Max' tongue slipped
between her cunt lips, and she released her hand from the dog's prick.

   Max stopped licking her and turned his head to look back at her.  He
deliberately moved his hind feet to a position on each side of her head and
suggestively pushed the narrow tip of his long prick against her lips.

   "Keep licking, come on boy, come on, keep licking."

   Max just wagged his prick in her face in answer, slapping it against her
cheek lightly.

   "What do you want, boy?", she asked.  The dog's organ was brushing her
nose, the musky smell sending illicit thrills down her spine.

   "Oh, that would be dirty," she thought as she realized what the dog
wanted from her in exchange.  But if it would get Max to lick her, it would
be worth it, wouldn't it?  She was torn.

   A sudden nip by Max's sharp teeth on her inflamed flesh answered her
dilemma.

   "OOOOUUUCCCHHH", she cried, more in surprise than pain, and, as her
mouth opened wide, the head of the dog's cock slid neatly into her mouth.

   "MMMMFFFF," she squealed in mock anger.  The swelling, slippery dog meat
filling her mouth muffled any words she could have said.  As she
half-heartedly tried to spit out the invading member, she noticed that the
taste was curiously pleasant.  It was like nothing she had tasted before,
but she knew she could like this.  Tangy, interesting.  It didn't taste
like her own juices, but it was intriguing.

   The sensation of the smooth cock sliding into her mouth was not bad,
either.  It was wickedly exciting, even if it was perverted to do with a
dog.  It felt so good and, besides, who would know?  She wouldn't tell
anyone, and for sure, Max wouldn't talk!

   The next lingering swipe of Max's tongue removed all doubts from her
mind.  Electrifying jolts exploded from her massaged clit.  The blinding
sensations flooded through her, and she automatically started to suck on
the warm cock in her mouth.  She tipped her head back a bit, arching her
back, trying to make the angle more comfortable.  This way she could suck
more of her new toy into her mouth.  Max lowered his body even more, urging
all of the stiff cock into her suctioning mouth.  The firm narrow head
banged up against her tonsils once, twice, and the third time it slid past
that soft barrier and went down her throat.

   Cindy stiffened in panic at this unexpected intrusion until she found
she could breathe around the shaft.  Once she finally stifled her gag
reflex, she found she actually enjoyed the feeling of the slick cock going
up and down in her throat.

   Max reared back and pulled his prick out of her throat so that only the
head was in her mouth.  Clamping down hard with her lips, she increased her
suction on the tapered head of the dog's prick.  She instinctively kept her
sharp teeth away from the tender flesh in her mouth.

   Her vigorous sucking on his cock head apparently pleased the big dog, as
he started to lick her cunt with renewed energy.  Gradually the thick knot
at the base of his cock began to swell up to its full size.  Thinking
quickly, she wrapped both her hands around the long shaft of the prick in
front of her face.  Max began to fuck his hips in and out, fucking her face
and throat with abandon.  Cindy kept up the strong suction as best she
could and tightened her grip on the shaft.

   Max was still licking her slit, occasionally using his lower jaw to put
pressure directly on her excited clit.  His fucking motions became faster,
then almost frenetic, until, with a yelp, he drove his hips forward and
began spewing thick white cum into her mouth and down her throat.  If she
hadn't had a good grip on the knot, it would have hit her in the mouth,
perhaps even hurting her.

   Cindy didn't know what was happening, but his cock was planted firmly in
her mouth and she had no option but to swallow the small flood of sticky
fluid.  Besides her body was reacting to the dog's orgasm with one of its
own, helped along by the sharp teeth gnawing on her puffy little magic
button.  She was going entirely on her basic instincts as she sucked and
swallowed.  Only a little bit of the thick cream escaped to dribble down
the side of her cheek.

   Max allowed the thrashing human to calm down before he stopped caressing
her dripping slit.  It was time for him to go home, but he patiently waited
for her to go to sleep before he left her side, as he had been trained to
do.  His Mistress would need him soon.  As the female he had just marked
fell asleep, he quietly got up and padded out the still open door, leaving
the naked human in an exhausted slumber on the kitchen floor.

   Max headed obediently home, somewhat dissatisfied.  He had left his mark
on this new toy, but not as he had intended.  He had never known a female
human who would allow him to mark their mouth hole until much later.  It
was almost as if this new fucktoy didn't know what to do.  But any deeper
pondering of the recent events was beyond the mental capability of the
handsome dog.  He was already thinking of tonight's playtime with his
Mistress.

   With a final quick look back at the still form in the cottage, he
disappeared into the lengthening shadows of the surrounding forest.  He
would see this human fuck-toy again, of that he was sure.

   -=-=-=-=-=-==-==-===-

   Quan-Loc hung suspended from a low branch where he could observe the
small cottage in the woods.  His coloration and surgical adaptations hid
him from all eyes, ears and noses, even those as keen as the dog that
passed within 5 feet of him.

   Quan-Loc was a baumkind, or "tree child," the result of years of
systematic genetic, surgical and pharmacological mutilations, going back
even before the war time atrocities of the Japanese.  Many generations of
failures had died when the adaptations forced upon them had failed to
integrate into their bodies.  Life in his part of the world was cheap.

   His people, an isolated primitive tribe deep in the jungles, had adapted
to tree living.  As a result of thousands of years of biological selection,
the largest males in his tribe were only 3 feet tall, and most were much
shorter and lighter.  When the tribe was first discovered by marauding
tribes, they were initially not thought of as adults, but a tribe of
children.  Thus, the first German missionaries to visit the area had called
the tribe "Baum Kinder."

   It was an invading Chinese warlord who first saw their value as
observers or spies.  Small, quick, agile and preferring to be off the
ground, they quickly became coveted for their usefulness.  Because of their
small stature, it was easy to overlook their humanity, and the inevitable
ruthlessness of human nature soon lead to their captivity, near extinction,
forced breeding, and finally, surgical experimentation and mutilations.

   QuanLoc, like his brothers and male cousins, (females were raised for
breeding only) had been surgically enhanced for climbing.  His most visible
features were two rows of 3 inch spikes from each of his wrists to his
elbows and from each of his knees to his ankles, angled in such a way as to
maximize his climbing capability.  These spikes were normally retracted
into sheaths under his skin.  By flexing certain muscles, he could move
them out, like claws.  Of course, he lost the function of two fingers and
two toes to achieve this, but the scientists felt this was an acceptable
trade off.

   The spikes were not metal, which is notorious for causing infections and
being rejected by the body.  Instead, the scientists had developed an
almost indestructible ceramic powder and silk material that was similar to
Western carbon fiber materials.  The molecular thin edges and points of
these "ceramasilk" spikes could find purchase in every surface known to
man, except polished titanium.  Quan-Loc could climb up any building every
build, including those with all glass window surfaces.  His claws, as he
thought of them, also made lethal weapons, if a baumkind was ever cornered.

   His most radical adaptation, however, was the least visible.  It was
also the most recent, having stemmed from the extensive use of dogs by the
Americans during the Viet Nam war.  A massive development and
experimentation program had resulted in hundreds of dead baumkind.  The end
result was a mind-boggling leap of evolutionary development, but whether
that leap was forward or backward was dependent on your view of Human
Rights.

   Quan-Loc was one of the first of these new breed, for that is precisely
what he was.  Between the genetic tinkering in the labs on a chromosomal
level, intra-uterine chemical manipulations, and further surgical and
chemical mutilations immediately following birth, Quan-Loc was, for all
intents and purposes, invisible to detection by anything other than the
most sensitive infrared devices.

   Genetic tinkering had removed his sweat glands, making him undetectable
by smell.  The resulting skin from that and some intrauterine chemical
agents was thicker, more like a leathery hide.  He required moistening when
first born, but eventually the skin developed a toughness that prevented
moisture loss.  It also hardened eventually to a point he would be unable
to move, or even breathe, but Quan-Loc had been spared that information.

   Genetic tinkering had also lowered his body temperature.  In fact, he
was nearly coldblooded, adapting his body temperature to the ambient
temperature.  This had made him much more fragile physically, but nearly
impossible to detect by a heat signature.

   The hide-like skin had proven useful in another way, as well. 
Immediately after birth, two subcutaneous tubes were formed that ran down
his cheeks and neck to a point in the back of his head just below the base
of his neck.  There the surgeons formed a large subcutaneous pocket.  Small
slits, like gills were created and repeatedly opened and re-opened until
scarred permanently open.

   When the tubes, pouch and gills were ready, Quan-Loc's nostrils were
sealed and rerouted into the tubes.  He was trained from that point on to
breath out through his nose, in through his mouth.  Inhaling through his
nose was now fatal, as there was a toxic chemical absorbent in the pocket
that "cleaned" his breath of carbon dioxide and other detectable chemicals.
Small flaps in the tubes acted as one-way valves, but these were not
foolproof.

   Quan-Loc was the perfect information gathering machine.  Small,
undetectable, and intelligent.

   There was one other small piece of information that Quan-Loc was not
made aware of - puberty was fatal.  Scientists were working feverishly to
determine which of their manipulations it was that caused the males to go
berserk and then, well, literally explode from the uncontrollable blood
pressure spike, but for Quan-Loc and his cousins, their first hard-on would
be their last.

   Blissfully unaware of that information, QuanLoc prepared his report in
the abbreviated code he had been taught.  A push of the button sent a burst
transmission to the spy satellite that, thanks to the incredible stupidity
of the Clinton administration, the Chinese military had finally been able
to launch last year.

   Waiting silently for his instructions, QuanLoc watched the small cottage
for any further movement.  A slight vibration signaled the receipt of his
new instructions - return to base.

   Like a memory, he moved quickly through the trees toward the special
trailer hidden deep in the woods.  No roads or paths lead to the small
building that had been dropped into place during the night by helicopter.
Only his keeper lived there with him, a wizened old man who prepared his
food and cleaned up after him.  Quan-Loc grinned to himself as he thought
of the old man, who was terrified of his claws.  Maybe he would cut him
again tonight.  It was so fun to watch him bleed and hear him yell.

   But what would you expect from a 10-year old psychopath?

   End of Chapter



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