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Subject: {ASSM} [NEW] Cindy's New Friends -  Chapter 04/14 (F FF F/dog F/mech pain bond)
Date: Mon, 29 Jul 2002 04:10:04 -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 4

   Cindy spent the next week on edge, unusually fidgety and quiet.  She
awoke from her deep sleep every morning feeling sexually satisfied for the
first time in her life.  Even sleeping on the cold hard kitchen floor that
first night had not put a dent in her good feelings.  Only the niggling
guilt about having done it with an animal bothered her, but only just a
little bit, at first.  The people who made up those silly morals had never
met her Max.

   The whole week she kept a constant lookout for Max, watching for signs
he had come back.  When she was home, she would leave the door to the
cottage open.  When she wasn't at the cottage, she left the plastic bowl he
had used by the back door, always with fresh water.  But there had been no
signs of Max's presence.

   At first, she pretended she didn't care.  She masturbated in the shower
with the showerhead every morning before work and every evening after work.
She was experimenting more and more with her fingers at night.  She had
even penetrated herself in both her holes at once with the tip of one
finger each.  The feelings from that double digit fucking had brought her
to a shuddering climax with an unexpected suddenness.

   But it wasn't the same as it was with Max.  She missed the sensual
feeling of his rough tongue, the prickly softness of his fur, his
commanding growl and sharp little love bites.  She missed his presence. 
She shivered as she remembered the wicked thrill of his prick sliding down
her throat.  Then his spastic climax, the head clamped securely in her
mouth, the savory emissions from his heavy scrotum spewing over her tongue
and down her throat.  This was her best secret, her best memory, ever.

   She had not been allowed many personal possessions in the orphanage.  It
was not just the lack of money.  The orphans were kept in big wards with no
walls, curtains or locks.  Anybody could go through your things.  They
often did.  Cindy learned quickly that the only possessions she could truly
call her own, those she could keep safe from the sticky fingers of her
fellow orphans were her secrets and her memories.  No one cared about those
but her.  No one could take those from her.  The secret memories of Max
made her shiver in delight.

   But the big dog didn't come back.  Day by day, as they slowly passed,
Cindy resigned herself to the fact that she would not see him again.  She
would never again experience the sexual ecstasy she had felt with him. 
That sexual fulfillment she desperately, instinctively craved.

   She knew she needed to know more about sex and stuff, about these
sensations she had felt, especially about how to have them again.  Her
options for getting that information were rather limited.  She couldn't
just go in and ask old Mrs.  Cross about sex with a dog, either.  God, the
old bitch would probably have a coronary!  After she fired her!  Cindy was
too new in town to have met or made any new friends.  Folks here were nice
enough, but everyone Cindy had met already had their own friends.

   The only remaining source she knew of where she could learn anything was
that forbidden room at the top of the library.  If she could just get back
in there and examine those pictures, maybe sneak out some of those books,
she knew she could find out something more about sex and how to, well, you
know!...

   She was determined to get back into that special room.  Day by day she
tracked the comings and goings of her boss, biding her time.  She kept a
close eye on the old bitch and impatiently waited for her chance to get
back up to the fourth floor room.

   She finally got her chance.  On Friday, Mrs.  Cross left the building at
lunch and wouldn't be back until Monday.  A bored temporary helper was
watching the checkout desk.  Cindy saw her chance to get into the room and
took it.  She let the lady at the front desk know she would be unreachable.
She told her she would be working in the far corner of the basement for the
rest of the day.  The temp would not be able to reach Cindy on the
telephone, so she should just leave any messages on her cubical door if
anything came up.  Of course, the telephone at the front desk hadn't rung
all day and nobody ever came in and asked for Cindy.

   The dull-witted temporary worker nodded in a bored manner.  It was the
end of the week, it was hot, the building was stuffy, and nobody was going
to come into this backwater of a library just for the fun of it.

   "That little chicky is just too cheerful to have around for too long,"
the bored lady thought.  "It would drive me crazy to be that hyper, happy
and young."

   Once out of sight, Cindy darted to the back stairway, going up instead
of down.  Running up the three flights of stairs left her a little
breathless and she cautiously approached the locked door that led to the
stairway to the next floor.  Reaching to her waist she got the master key
that allowed her entry to all the doors in the building, even this one. 
The heavy lock turned quietly, and the door drifted open.

   Cindy stepped silently onto the first step, turned on the light in the
stairwell and closed the door behind her.  It locked automatically, but she
didn't notice.  She was so excited she also didn't notice the tiny gleaming
red lights of the video cameras that blinked on when she tripped the silent
alarm.  The watchful cameras faithfully recorded her every movement.

   A slight musty smell tickled her nose as she tiptoed up the stairs to
the small room at the top.  She grinned to herself as she wondered why she
was being so quiet.

   "Ol' Mrs.  Cross isn't even in the building and the only other person
who is here is four floors down." She whooped aloud.

   Standing at the top of the stairs, she surveyed the small room.  It was
just as she remembered it from her previous visits.  She examined it more
closely, now that she had a little time.

   She noticed immediately that this room was different from the rest of
the library.  Everywhere else in the building there were ancient wooden
desks, harsh fluorescent lights, hard creaky wooden floors and
uncomfortable chairs.  It was as if the designers wanted to keep people
away from the using the library.

   This room was different.  A lot different.  It had deep, comfortable
chairs, soft lighting, thick carpets, and there were tapestries on the
tastefully painted walls.  There were no street sounds audible here, as if
the room were sound proofed.  It was also surprisingly cool.  This room
drew you in, put you at ease.  It was designed to be that way.

   Cindy thought it was strange she never noticed anyone come up here
during the day, but the room was clean and, as she looked at the dates of
the glossy magazines on display, everything was up to date.

   Anxious and keyed up as she was, Cindy closed her eyes and let the
ambiance of the room soothe her jittery nerves.  She took several deep
breaths, opened her eyes and smiled.  It worked.  She was calmer now,
though she was still filled with an air of expectancy.

   Slowly walking around the room, she ran her hands over the stacks, not
really looking at the books or journals, but just enjoying the feel of the
room and the thrill of pulling a fast one over on Mrs.  Cross.  Not having
been an adventurous child, she had never tried to pull anything on the nuns
at school.  Now she wished she had.  She was literally quivering with
excitement.  She never dreamed it would feel this good to be naughty.  All
she could imagine was the pain of the punishments, which had been frequent
enough as it was.

   As she wandered around the corner of one of the stacks, she spied an
open doorway she had not seen before.  She ventured through it into another
tastefully decorated area.  There were other rooms opening off this one. 
There was more up here than she had thought.  She walked around the rooms,
getting a sense of the size, just wandering.  She found herself standing in
front of this mysterious object, as if having been drawn to it by its inner
force.  She had never seen anything like it.  It called to her seductively,
like the rest of the room, as if it was alive.

   "That sure is a weird piece of furniture," she thought.  "Oh, maybe it's
a modern art sculpture or something." She inspected the curious piece
closer.

   At first, she thought that it was just a saddle sitting on a series of
gears, levers, and springs.  The smooth metal frame gleamed in a lustrous
black satin finish.  The various gears she could see were chromed to an
almost painful brightness.  The finished product reflected the high quality
workmanship of both the metal and the leather pieces.  The smooth black
leather saddle had a large pommel, but the saddle didn't look quite right.
She hadn't seen many saddles in her life, though.  The pommel on this one
looked odd, too.  As she looked at it more closely, she suddenly realized
the thick black pommel looked rather like Max' erect penis, only this
massive thing was thicker and it didn't taper to a point.  The top of the
shaft was really fat and flared, mushroom-like, unlike Max' narrowed one.

   Behind the object, which she still thought was a sculpture, was a
picture hanging on the wall.  In the picture, a woman - a naked woman - was
sitting on the saddle, smiling widely at the camera.  There was a kind of
dreamy look in her eyes, Cindy thought.

   Imagining herself in the picture, sitting astride the saddle, Cindy's
eyes widened as she realized the pommel was not really a pommel, but one of
those things some of the other girls at the high school had whispered
about. A dildo, that's what they'd called it!  Cindy had thought the other
girls were making fun of her then, trying to scare her with all that talk
about sticking something that long and hard inside her privates.

   She couldn't take her eyes off the shiny black phallus.  It would poke
right up into her cunt if she sat in the saddle.  The surreptitious drugs
and the erotic events of the last week had had a profound effect on her
normal inhibitions when it came to sexual things.  A mental image filled
her mind of being completely stuffed full by that huge hard shaft.  She
couldn't shake it out of her head, nor did she want to.  It sent a chill
through her vibrant frame.  Her panties, not her good ones, Thank goodness,
but a sturdy white cotton pair, were getting damp.  The room was suddenly
very warm.

   She continued her examination of the machine with renewed interest. 
There were two stirrups, one on each side, and ankle straps on each that
would belt the rider's feet securely into the stirrups.  Overhead, there
was a short horizontal bar with a pair of leather straps hanging from each
end.  She guessed the bar was to hang on to for balance.  The picture on
the wall seemed to confirm that theory.

   Cindy again mentally placed herself in the saddle.  She envisioned
herself standing in the stirrups, feet secured, with her arms reaching up
over her head and stretched out slightly behind it.  The wide saddle would
make her legs spread wide, kind of like that time she had to go to the
doctor or when Max had licked her.

   She blushed at that thought, getting hotter.  She reflexively pushed out
her chest as she imagined herself in the saddle, hands overhead.  Naked. 
Her blushing cheeks burned with embarrassment, but that was nothing
compared to the fire that burned in her cunt.  It was then that her body
made the unconscious decision to actually get into the saddle.

   Another feature she noticed, but did not even begin to understand, was a
complicated mechanism that seemed to run off the levers and gears attached
to the saddle.  A couple of long black leather rods - riding crops, but she
didn't know that - were attached to a spring-loaded swinging arm, one in
front and one behind the saddle.  The swinging arm in the front was
slightly higher than the one in back.

   Although Cindy did not comprehend the relationship, the motion of the
saddle would draw the crops back until they suddenly released, slicing
across the buttocks or breasts of anyone sitting in the saddle.  The
insidious mechanism would do this in an unpredictable manner, and with
increasing force and frequency the longer the rider stayed in the saddle.

   Her sexual curiosity and her raging hormones got the better of her. 
Assuming she was alone and unobserved, Cindy slipped swiftly out of her
work clothes.  The scratchy, shapeless shift Mrs.  Cross made her wear fell
heavily to the floor, followed by her virginal white bra and sopping
panties.

   Breathless with nervous anticipation and with her heart racing, she
reached up with both hand and grabbed on to the black dildo.  Her slender
hands could barely reach around its thick shaft.  She put her left foot in
the left stirrup and swung her body up and over the saddle.  Because of the
upright shaft in the center of the saddle seat, she didn't want to lean
over too far to the right to see what she was doing.  Feeling blindly
around with her dainty toes, she got her right foot into the right stirrup
after only two tries.

   Once both feet were solidly in the stirrups, fastening the thick belts
around her ankles to keep her feet in was easy, but again she didn't know
why she would need them.  The thick leather cuffs tightened comfortably
around her ankles.  The heavy-duty snaps gave a reassuring sound as they
clicked into place.  She felt reassured that she wouldn't be falling out if
she lost her balance.

   Standing in the stirrups, she grasped the bar with both hands.  It was
behind her head and she had to reach back to get at it.  Her posture was
just as she imagined.  The position of the bar behind her head pushed her
breasts out quite provocatively.  The bar wasn't that high because she was
standing.  The straps attached to the ends of the bar had loops in them and
she checked the picture beside her on the wall.  Seeing how they went on,
she slipped her wrists through them, and then re-grasped the bar with both
hands.  The worn leather straps were cool and sensuous on her skin,
matching the feeling around her ankles.

   She concentrated on the hard black shaft sticking up from the center of
the saddle.  Lowering herself slightly, she felt the unforgiving tip of
that massive phallus rub up against her tightly closed slit.  Her knees
splayed out to the side as she lowered herself down, but her slit didn't
open up.  It was as if her cunt knew what was coming and had clamped its
lips closed like a child trying to avoid a nasty spoonful of Cod Liver oil.

   As the rounded knob massaged her now slippery flesh, the large bulbous
tip teased its way in between the frightened lips.  She gasped and held her
breath.  It felt strange, but good, too.  It felt right, somehow.  Tingles
fluttered all the way up her spine.  She resumed her shallow breathing, but
more rapidly now.

   Cindy continued to move her hips, rubbing it around and around, then
back and forth and back over her pussy lips, which were getting quite
puffy. It felt so naughty, but ooohhh sooo nice!

   Glancing over at the picture, on the wall, she knew she was supposed to
sit down in the saddle.  That would drive the long, fat shaft all the way
up inside of her pussy.  A part of her wanted to feel it there, but another
part was certain that something so immense would rip her wide open,
damaging her permanently.  It just wouldn't fit.  It couldn't fit.  It was
just too long and too fat.  Besides, when she had stuck her finger in the
other day, she had felt her hymen.  That would stop anything from going in
too far.  So, maybe she could let just a little more.

   She lowered herself down on the shaft a bit more and the bulbous head
spread and stretched her elastic lips wide, then pushed into her resisting
tunnel for the first time.  She gasped at the sudden intense indescribable
pleasure.  She held on to the bar with all her strength, shaking from the
intense feelings.  She didn't trust her legs to hold her up.  She had never
imagined it being like this.  The tiny tip of her slender finger didn't
feel anything like this when it had gone in.

   Her cunt lips closed tightly over the flared head and locked around the
fat shaft, as if never wanting to let go.  The elastic tissues of the
virgin tunnel were being stretched for the first time, nerve endings firing
for the first time, sending joyous signals to her brain.

   "OOOHHH, this is way better than Max's tongue", she thought.  "Well,
different, anyway," she corrected herself, feeling she needed to be loyal
to her lover.

   A little more downward pressure on the sexual joystick pushed the fat
head in deeper.  The downward pressure also caused a soft click to come
from the complicated mechanism below the saddle.  The added pressure on the
upright dildo had released the locks and activated the gears and springs of
the whipping mechanisms.  Unfortunately for Cindy, her soft moans of
pleasure at that precise moment had completely covered up the sound of the
click.  The activation of the device went unnoticed by her.  Cindy was in
for a wild ride.

   Her first indication that something was different was when the saddle
tipped forward slightly, throwing her hips forward.  Then it tipped back as
she compensated and she had to thrust her hips forward to keep her balance.
The solid dildo shook back and forth in her tight twat as she moved.  She
could sense the vibrations coming up the solid shaft, coming from the
movement of the gears.

   These new sensations thrilled her, shutting down most of her reasoning
mind.  She wanted more.  Just a little more.  After the first movements she
had been motionless, trying to get a grip on her emotions.  Then she
figured, what the Hell.

   She urged the saddle to rock faster and faster, experimenting with
blatantly erotic hip motions, clinging to just the tip of the solid pommel.
Her efforts eased the head of the hard plastic prick in farther until it
rested right up against her intact hymen.  The pressure of the unforgiving
material against the fragile useless membrane caused her a bit of
discomfort.

   The pain and pleasure racing through her heaving young body felt as if
they were tearing her mind apart.  Never had she imagined it being this
good, this wonderful, even with the minor pain.  She was fighting the
natural basic desire to sit down in the saddle and have this prick shoved
in as far as she could get it on one hand and the fear of the unknown and
the pain of the tearing tissue on the other.

   Trying to give herself a little break from the intensity of the ride so
far, Cindy pulled up on the overhead bar a bit and eased the pressure off
her virginal membrane.  She breathed deeply until her heart rate slowed. 
She experimented with a few different motions of her hips.  She found that
by gently rocking back and forth on the thick shaft without too much up and
down movement, she could get enough friction to get herself off without the
pain of the fat shaft breaking through her stubborn hymen and the
additional pain of being ripped in two by that huge shaft plunging into her
depths.

   She was well on her way to her goal of reaching her first climax ever
from vaginal penetration when the first slashing whip caught her square
across the creamy skin on the back of her upper thighs.

   Time seemed to stop for Cindy

   Her entire being was focused on a narrow 10-inch strip of searing flesh
just below the juncture of her ass and thighs.  She screamed, pulling up on
the bar to get away from the horrible pain.

   The front swing arm released just then and sent its crop slashing
towards her.  That blow landed across the middle of her stomach, just above
her tight bellybutton.  Screaming, now twisting, trying to get away from
the second attacking implement, she reflexively let go of the bar to move
her hands in front of her tender breasts and protect them from any further
pain.  In her surprise, she forgot where she was, and with her
lust-weakened knees already bent to lower herself on the vibrating shaft,
Cindy dropped straight down into the saddle.

   A loud silence filled the room.

   It took a long agonizing moment to fully realize what she had done, but
the sudden fullness in her lower body accompanied by a sharp tearing pain
brought the full reality of her situation crashing in on her consciousness.
She had impaled herself completely on the huge artificial cock.

   She let out a long piercing scream that tapered off into a series of
deep sobs.  Those gut-wrenching sobs subsided rather quickly, however, to
be replaced by a low animalistic guttural moaning.  The pain in her pussy
had been intense, but, as the now-buried dildo continued to vibrate softly
against hypersensitive nerve endings, short-lived.

   After she had sat motionless for a few minutes, her hands dangling from
the leather straps overhead, she realized she hadn't died, and that she
probably wouldn't die.  As the pain/pleasure coursed through her, she
decided she didn't want to die right now, either.  She was strangely
anxious to see what else would happen.  Curiosity and the cat, and all
that. The pain was now forgotten, replaced by a fullness only a woman can
know.

   Still not fully understanding the mechanism that activated the whips,
Cindy began to gently rock back and forth in the saddle, this time with
more of the up and down motion she had avoided before.  This was much
better.

   Slowly at first, and then with increasing speed and vigor, she built up
a rhythm that fucked the dildo completely up into her newly violated cunt.
The burning pain from the first two cuts of the crops was lessening as it
spread out.  In fact, there was a warm glow along the red stripes where
they had struck.

   "It must have been the surprise," she thought.  "It doesn't hurt so
badly now."

   The second slashing strikes came just as Cindy finally reached her first
vaginal orgasm.  These blows surprised her, too, but not as much as the
first ones had.  Surprisingly, she discovered they didn't hurt as much as
they intensified her orgasm.  Perplexed and gasping, she rode on.

   She slowly began to understand the connection between the motion of the
saddle and the release of the crops.  The idea that she could control her
painful fate in some small manner pleased her.  In a kind of perverse way,
sure, but it pleased her just the same.  This time when she rocked her hips
to activate the gears and levers, she did so with deliberate intent.

   She was excited about fucking herself to another climax with that solid
log sloshing around in her cunt, but realized she shivered even more in
anticipation of the next lashes.  When the slashing blows finally came,
they thrilled her with a perverse warmth she had not expected.  The rear
whip landed squarely across the fleshy rounded part of her ass, leaving
another perfect red stripe above the last two.  The slashing front crop
landed just under her swollen nipples, giving her a heart-pounding sense of
what was to come.  Or cum, in another sense.

   She screamed through an incredible cum into the silence of the
soundproofed room.  She kept rocking eagerly, desperately, picking up her
pace.  The fourth and fifth pair of slashes came closer together and
considerably harder.  Each pair elicited a bigger and better climax than
the one prior.

   Cindy discovered if she raised her butt or leaned slightly forward, she
could partially control the general area on her ass or tits the crops would
fall.  As she chased after the next big `O' she felt building in her
center, she became increasingly frantic in her fucking motions.  The lashes
began to fall non-stop, they started landing on top of previous strikes,
leaving painful spots that would hurt deliciously for days, reminding her
of this ride.  She was beyond caring.  The prick in her cunt was going wild
with the non-stop actions of the saddle.  She was going to come again. 
This was the big one.  She felt it building from the tips of her toes all
the way up to the roots of her wavy blonde hair.  She didn't fight the
sensations, but let them overwhelm her with sensory overload.

   With one terrific final slash directly across her swollen nipples, she
stiffened her back sitting straight up in the saddle.  Her back arched
tightly and she scooted back in the saddle, mashing her clit between the
solid prick and the base of the saddle.

   "AAAARRRRGGGGGHHHH!  OOOOOOHHHH GOD, HELP MEEEEE!!!! 
WWWWWHHHHHAAAAA!!!!!" she cried out to the empty room.

   Trembling, dripping sweat, and almost unconscious, Cindy sat motionless,
allowing the saddle to stop moving.  After a minute or so, the vibrations
in the thick dildo faded away.  Shortly thereafter, she heard a soft click
from underneath the saddle and the machine locked solidly back in place. 
With a few tentative motions she found the saddle to be rock solid.  She
wasn't altogether sure if she was happy or sad about that.

   Wearily she reached up to loosen her wrists from the leather safety
straps that had automatically tightened when she let loose of the bar. 
Then she bent down to release her ankles.  She stood up off the saddle,
swaying a bit unsteadily.  The huge prick made a soft sucking sound as it
pulled out of her tight twat.  It had been a wild ride for the ex-virgin.

   As she sank to the ground, exhausted, she realized she was now a `real'
woman.  She grinned to herself and sighed contentedly.

   Another memory, another secret.  Another contented sigh.

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

   The woman Max knew as his Mistress watched the full color video being
broadcast from the city library.  Monitors and recorders were catching the
action from all sides.  High quality audio and video.

   "It is truly amazing just how predictable these young girls are," Mary
Sheffield thought as she watched Cindy finally begin to stir and get
dressed.

   "Put something forbidden in their environment, make it challenging to
get to, give them an opening, then sit back and watch them fuck themselves
silly.  That silly girl went to that room like a moth to a flame.  Of
course, she did have a little help from those amazing new drugs." She
grinned at the stack of VCRs busily memorizing Cindy's adventure in the
library.  "This tape is going to be a dandy when it's edited."

   Mary had been surprised by Cindy's choice of `entertainment.' It was
almost as if she hadn't known what the actions of that particular machine
were.  If she had had to guess, she would have guessed that this petite
little girl was about as innocent as you could get.  If she hadn't been
from that particular city and girl's school, Mary would have bet the girl
had been a virgin when she had walked into the room.  The chances of
staying a virgin in that city were like finding a live cat in the large
kennels on her estate.  One might wander in on occasion, but it sure didn't
last long.

   There were several machines and diversions in that special room to
choose from, of varying levels of sophistication or `kinkiness'.  Most of
the devices, if not all, had a component of bondage or self-bondage, for
those who liked to go solo.  Some, like the Saddle, added an element of
discipline or pain.  The pain inflicted was always measured and built
gradually, pushing, but not breaking the `victim's' limits.  Most of the
devices were designed to accommodate the female anatomy, although several
of the special visitors to the library were male.  The minor adjustments
necessary could be made in just a few minutes.

   The "Saddle," one of her guest's favorites, was a bit more sophisticated
than she had thought Cindy to be.  But the girl had clearly enjoyed
herself, riding crops and all.  That came across the tapes loud and clear.
She had ridden that particular machine longer than any first-timer Mary had
seen.

   "Yes, this one has definite potential."

   Mary was amused to see the young girl being extra careful not to put her
bra or panties on over her freshly whipped flesh.  Cindy finally pulled the
shift over her head and stuffed the unused undergarments into her pockets.
But even that loose garment tortured her tender flesh.  Her low groan was
clearly audible to Mary in the control room, as had been the girl's entire
erotic performance.

   "That rough material must really irritate her tits," she thought.  Mary
didn't think much of Mrs.  Cross' fashion sense, but this time there was a
good side to something the bitter old woman had done.  "That girl is going
to have a painful ride home." A devilish grin crossed her beautiful face.
"Oh, yes, I'll bet I can make that a very long and painful ride.  I think
I'll arrange to meet her - feel her out, so to speak." Mary groaned at her
bad pun as she started to pick up the telephone.

   Mary continued to watch as Cindy stopped to clean the saddle, and, much
to the amazement of her hidden viewer, did much of the cleaning with her
tongue and mouth.  Mary's hand hovered in mid-air, all of her attention now
on the fellating girl in the monitors.  Cindy engulfed a large portion of
the shaft in her cleaning efforts, swallowing more of it than could
possibly fit in her mouth.  "God-damn!  The little slut likes to
deep-throat!" Mary exclaimed.  It was also obvious the girl enjoyed the
taste of her own juices.

   It was only when Cindy cleaned up the base of the dildo with her white
panties that Mary saw the spots of red blood on the white material.

   "Damn, she was a virgin!" Mary swore, now really confused.  "Who is this
little bitch?"

   Mary thought back to Cindy's first tentative movements in the saddle. 
She remembered how the nubile young girl had only allowed the tip of the
shaft into her at first - until the first lashes had landed on her flawless
flesh.  Mary quickly rewound the tapes to that spot and watched carefully
as the girl impaled herself again in instant replay.  Then in slow motion.
It was so obvious now.  Mary wasn't sure where the girl had learned her
oral technique, but it was clear she was truly an innocent.  If her
performance had been real, then she was looking at a natural.

   It also meant that Max had not fucked her last week.  Maybe that
explained his over-eager attempts to please his Mistress.  But she herself
had seen the dried crusty flakes of sperm on his belly fur.  Mary watched
the girl use her mouth on the hard black phallus in the saddle, the light
slowly dawning.

   Mary sat thoughtfully for several more minutes, watching the tapes of
the young girl from several different angles.  There was something special
about this one, something vaguely familiar, something.

   Then it hit her!

   Cindy reminded Mary of herself, although she was loath to admit she had
ever been that gullible and naive.  This called for something a bit more
drastic, a change of plans.  More anxious than ever to meet the pretty
blonde, the scheming picked up the telephone and made several calls, the
first to the library where Cindy worked.

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

   Quan-Loc had observed Cindy's performance from a perch outside the
building.  His view of her actions may have lacked the audio portion, but
he had been within five feet of her impalement and had intently observed
everything that had happened.  Knowing only what his instructions were and
what he was to watch for, he dutifully coded his report and sent it off
into space.  His owner would be pleased.  The first objective had been
achieved.

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