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Subject: {ASSM} Cassiopeia : David and debbi 6/21 "The Cabin"  Mf d/s bd ped best inc
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Author: Cassiopeia
Title: David and Debbi : The Cabin
Part: 6 of 21
Keywords: Mf, D/s, ped, best, inc


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WARNING!
This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to 
read this type of literature, or you are under age (Under 18 years old or 21 
in some areas) PLEASE CLOSE THIS FILE NOW! The author does NOT condone or 
encourage abuse of minors. Keep it in your head & off the streets. For 
fantasy only.
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Copyright 2006 Cassiopeia.  All rights reserved. Content may not be copied 
or used in whole or part without written permission from the author.

David and debbi, Part 6/21

The Cabin

In the final moments before sunset David pulled the truck off the road and 
down the long track that wound through the trees, debbi sitting excitedly 
beside him still patting the dog as they approached the lakeside cabin.  
Along the way the dog had been christened Sabre, and debbi had stayed awake 
even though David could see she was tired, petting the dog and talking to 
him and about him.  When the cabin came into view, along with the lake and 
the glinting sun on the dappled water she gasped with delight.  No sooner 
had David killed the engine and hauled on the handbrake, she was out of the 
truck and with the dog at her heels had run across the front of the cabin, 
looking out over the lake and taking in the small jetty, the long spit of 
smooth rocks that led out into the water, the tree-lined shore, and the 
view, and then turned her back on all that splendour of golden glinting 
light to run all the way around the cabin, looking at it from every angle, 
the dog bounding after her and staying close.

David had been very happy to see the dog so well behaved on the journey, not 
getting carsick or whining, not making a nuisance of himself in any way.  He 
had known dogs supposedly `trained' in the way Sabre was trained, who, in 
the presence of a female scent, couldn't keep their mind off the hidden 
pheromone promise, and would hump anything handy.  This dog was either 
impervious to that (in which case he had just thrown away a thousand 
dollars) or he was actually very well trained indeed, as Deke had led him to 
expect.

Deke was a good friend in the lifestyle he had known since his very early 
days, and he had proudly demonstrated the talents of his new canine pet one 
night when David had been invited to use his latest slave and introduce her 
to the concept of sharing with a stranger.  Deke had promised him something 
out of the ordinary, and he had expected that the girl would have some 
hidden talent, but it turned out that this was a surprise for both David and 
the girl, who had no idea of the `talents' of the Doberman her Master had 
just acquired.

David had the privilege of seeing her expression very close up, as he was on 
his knees in front of her when the dog mounted her without her expecting it, 
although what she had to say about it was never to be known, as her mouth 
was full of David's cock at the time.   The violent thrusting of the dog 
pushed her so far onto his cock that he thought it would get stuck in her 
convulsing throat.   Deke had been very excited watching his girl taken by 
the dog, all unawares,  she had been thinking that her Master was just 
giving her to one friend that night.

After that delightful experience, David had promised himself that he would 
acquire one of these very well-trained dogs for himself and debbi, not only 
as amusement, but also as protection in this out of the way place... debbi at 
12 years old was just too young to be left alone, but safe enough in an 
emergency if she had the protection of a well trained guard dog.  This was 
how he had explained the purchase to her on the way down the final miles of 
road to the cabin.  If truth were known, he wanted to see the expression on 
her face that he had seen in the eyes of Deke's girl that night, and from 
the same perspective, and he wouldn't be telling debbi anything about 
Sabre's special skills until the time came.

He smiled as they came rushing around from the back of the cabin and up to 
where he stood leaning on the truck and watching the final dip of the sun 
behind the low hills on the other side of the lake.

"Well? What do you think of our new home? like it? "

"Oh... yes Master.. its ... fantastic.  Is it really ours?"

"Yep, every inch and about 40 acres you can't see... the owner told me... from 
that rocky bit over to the north there... to approximately that big tree to 
the south.." David pointed right and then left along the lake shore "and in 
approximately a rectangle back to the main road to Swanville.. its all ours. 
Our slice of Paradise"

David chose a key from the ring in his hand and handed it to her...

"Open up for us, but don't go in till I get there... I'll just get the `last 
out first in' box from the back."

Debbi and Sabre were waiting for him on the step when he got there with the 
box, the door open, the dog standing patiently by her side, obviously not 
getting any stranger's scent from inside the house, and David passed through 
the doorway with the box, dumping it on the kitchen table and looking 
around, seeing that all was well and just as he had left it.

"Ok.. come on in.  You had better get the dog fed and watered, and make sure 
he doesn't need to go outside .."

"Its ok Master, he did that while we were round the back of the Cabin."

A couple of hours later debbi is curled on the sofa fast asleep with her 
head on David's lap, the sleek dark hound is stretched out by the open fire, 
and David lay back, half-listening to Vivaldi as played by Vanessa Mae.  The 
other half of his mind was drifting happily in and out of his future plans 
for debbi, into thoughts of the sad child they met earlier at the farm, 
perhaps traumatised into losing the power of speech, perhaps just deaf and 
dumb.  He vowed that he would never do anything that would turn his precious 
debbi into a crippled dumbstruck tragedy like that little girl.  He stroked 
her hair gently as she lay sleeping in his lap, then carefully picked her 
up, and carried her up the stairs to bed.

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Copyright 2006 Cassiopeia.  All rights reserved. Content may not be copied 
or used in whole or part without written permission from the author.

Feedback welcome, your comments appreciated.    email to 
cassiopeia11@hotmail.co.uk
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