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CNF 07 old Mary about seeing the pictures
WARNING: The chapters in this 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 are fictional.
(DUH!) All the characters in this 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 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 7
Mary watched the hot action from the control room,
amazed at what she was seeing.
"Just how stupid can that be," she asked herself.
"Or is she really that naive?"
She had watched as Cindy had walked straight to the
whipping board and gotten herself stuck into Max'
favorite fucking position. She looked down at her
watch. Max had been going at her for almost 25 minutes
now, and the girl's face was contorted into a mask of
pure lust. Any hesitations she may have initially had
were gone now, swept away in a tidal wave of emotions.
Her initial actions hadn't given any indication of her
experience in sexual things, and that was probably due
to the alcohol fogging her brain. When Mary saw that
cute little flip of her hips to avoid being locked
together with the dog, she was positive Max had gotten
to her before today. Of course, that didn't jive with
her being a virgin, however.
Max's actions were speeding up, going wild, indicating
he would soon be finished. Mary leaned instinctively
forward to watch the climax. She focused on the girl's
face. She could just imagine what Cindy was feeling.
The narrow tip of that wonderfully long cock head would
just about poke into the uppermost areas of her vagina,
possibly bumping into the mouth of her uterus. Mary's
hips unconsciously began to mimic the rhythm of the
bizarre couple in the monitors. Her heated loins
literally dripped with passion.
Then there was the swollen knot, nature's lock ring.
Thinking about that hard bulge pounding into the
restrained made Mary's water. She watched
with jealousy-filled eyes as the long, hard prick
pistoned in and out of the ecstatic girl's with a
speed that a mere human male could not hope to match.
Max was a glorious lover, and Mary didn't like to share
him. It was obvious to her that the relationship
between this and Max was special, or could be very
easily. Cindy and Max must have formed some sort of
bond on that mysterious visit. A bond that Mary would
have to break, and she thought she knew just how to do
it.
The dog's haunches began to jerk in an irregular
manner, so familiar to Mary. The arched her back
and called out Max's name as she would a lover's. Both
lovers climaxed at the same time, and collapsed limply,
she in her bonds on the bench, the on her back.
Their labored breathing slowed as the glorious after-
glow of great sex suffused their tired muscles.
"Well, I see she enjoyed that," Mary grinned. "I
wonder what other pastimes our little innocent would
enjoy?" Her watered just thinking of what she had
planned for the little minx in the playroom.
As soon as Max began spurting his strings of into
her, Cindy had climaxed with an intensity Mary had
rarely witnessed. Of that, Mary was sure. This
confirmed her resolve to break up the relationship that
was beginning to form.
For the second time that day after watching the
climax, Mary reached for the telephone. This time,
however, she made the call to her head trainer.
"Susan? Bring Brutus up to the house. I think I just
found a new owner for him."
"Yes, Miss Sheffield. But, uh, are you sure you
should? I mean, you know what happened the last time."
"Susan! Don't question me!"
"Yes, Miss Sheffield. I'll have him there in five
minutes."
"Make it three." Mary was horny.
***
Cindy was lying on the bench, totally exhausted. She
wasn't even aware of the way she was exposed. She
didn't care. She had just been fucked! Her first
time, and it had been fantastic.
She didn't give a second thought that she had just
performed one of the sickest perversions known to
or woman, or dog, for that matter. All she knew was
that Max was her friend, her lover, and she saw nothing
wrong with her actions. It was only natural, right?
This twisted logic going through her mind was partly
due to the powerful drugs Mary had been giving her in
her lunches at the library, partly due to the strong
drinks and partly due to the wonderful new feelings of
being filled with a hot stiff cock for the first time.
There was no guilt, no shame. Just a wonderful glow
from her climax and the knowledge she wanted more - as
soon as she could get it.
She heard the door to the room whisper open and lazily
turned her head. Mary was standing there looking at
her with a queer smile on her face. Cindy stared back
blankly, too sated to be embarrassed.
Mary moved gracefully into the room, and Cindy heard
Max growl sharply, as if issuing a challenge. She
heard an answering growl from somewhere behind Mary.
"Max, SIT! STAY!" Mary commanded in a firm voice.
Max immediately relaxed and sat where he was. He
watched his Mistress intently and quietly.
Mary moved over to where Cindy was restrained and, as
she moved to the side, she revealed the largest
Cindy had ever seen. His head, when raised, came
almost to Mary's shoulder.
"He wouldn't even have to stand up to lick your tits,"
flashed through Cindy's head.
The was a dark gray color with a brilliant white
star-shape on his chest. His head was well formed with
brilliant blue eyes as intelligent and alert as Max'.
His chest was broad and well muscled, tapering back
beyond Cindy's view. The only thing she could see back
there was just the underside of the huge protective
tube and massive balls of his male organ. From what
she could see, the size of the new dog's equipment
would make Max' large organs look ordinary.
Cindy thought foggily that he must be a Great Dane.
With the emphasis on `Great.' She snickered at that
thought.
"Brutus, SIT! STAY!" Mary commanded again.
"So, his name is Brutus," Cindy thought. "Very
appropriate."
Mary moved to Cindy's side and rested her hand in the
tousled locks. It was a tender caress,
conveying emotions Mary was surprised she was feeling.
Cindy responded positively to the touch, moving her
head into the contact, seeking more. To her
disappointment, Mary broke the gentle contact.
Instead, she stepped between Cindy's outstretched arms,
straddling the bench with her ass to the wall.
Looking up from her forced position, Cindy could only
see two legs from the knees down. She heard a rustle
of fabric and Mary sank down to sit on the bench in
front of Cindy's head, her knees splayed invitingly
wide.
Cindy didn't realize what she was seeing at first as
she rested her chin on the bench. Mary's dress had
ridden up, assisted in great part by Mary, so that it
rested above her waist. Underneath her dress, she wore
a pair of charcoal thigh-high nylon and
nothing else. Cindy had a clear, unobstructed view of
Mary's private parts. It was beautifully framed.
As she realized what it was she was looking at, Cindy's
alcohol-fogged brain didn't object to this intimate
revelation. She thought back to the exciting pictures
she had seen of Mary and that other woman. Now, it
looked as if this beautiful woman was going to let her
do the same thing! Cindy eagerly strained her head
forward, towards the sitting woman's crotch. A whimper
of frustration escaped her as her quivering tongue was
stopped short of its goal. She was still trapped in
place by the tilt of the bench.
"My, my, what an eager beaver," Mary quipped. "Don't
tell me you've done this before?"
"No, I've never done anything before," Cindy answered.
"Nothing?"
"Well, only with Max," she confessed. She didn't think
what she had done with the machine in the library
counted, even if it had taken her virginity. Or had
she given her virginity to the machine? The drinks
were still in full effect, and she wasn't quite
coherent. She had no inhibitions left, and the words
spilled out of the innocent like a flashflood in
an arroyo. Starting with just a little trickle, she
soon began telling this woman she had only just met
everything she had ever none, or, more correctly, not
done. She did not even realize she was giving up her
most precious secrets. Her precious memories.
Cindy related all the events of that first afternoon at
her cottage with Max, not leaving out any details.
Mary became increasingly excited as she listened to the
tale of seduction this innocent little related to
her. Her erotic filled in the gaps in the
she did not know.
Cindy told Mary about seeing the pictures of Mary and
another woman in the library, how they had excited her,
and how pretty and sophisticated she thought Mary was,
both then and now. Cindy admitted she wanted to be
just like Mary. She continued to relate the unusual
loss of her virginity on the Saddle machine earlier
that afternoon.
Her explicit description of her throbbing climaxes as
the riding crops lashed her tender body, especially the
thrill that had consumed her when the last blow landed
directly across her distended nipples, filled Mary's
mind with images of white flesh and angry stripes,
throbbing penises and clits, and sweaty bodies
straining for conclusion. Overwhelmed, Mary had a
sudden unexpected climax that shook her, and not just
sexually. It had been a long time since she had come
without tactile stimulation, and now this wisp of a
girl, too green even to be a novice, had touched her
psyche, stroked her libido to sensual overload. She
had not sensed this heightened sensuality in the girl.
Max had, however, and had been drawn to her as he was
to his Mistress.
Mary looked over at Max and smiled, giving him another
special signal. Max woofed back, his chest expanding
with pride. He had pleased his Mistress, he was sure.
"Cindy," Mary addressed the girl. "You know that Max
is my dog, right? Mine?" Cindy had been quite for a
while, her winding down with her telling of the
events that had just occurred in the playroom with Max.
Cindy nodded, her gaze fixed into the dripping crotch
in front of her face. She had seen the increase in
fluids and had smelled the heady scent coming from the
excited woman, but wasn't aware that it was her telling
her that had made them flow.
"You are a very special person, Cindy. Max is very
particular, and it is obvious he likes you. It is just
as obvious you like him, and, well, I can't have that.
Rather than have you and him sneaking around behind my
back, I think I can help you by letting you keep Brutus
for me for a while. I'll introduce you to him in a
moment, but first." Mary slid her crotch closer to
Cindy's face ".I need you to suck my pussy."
Cindy again leaned forward to try to taste that
dripping nectar that was so close but so far away.
"Help me, please?." she whimpered.
Mary quickly reached over and pushed a small button
that released Cindy's wrists, as anxious as the girl.
The freed promptly dove forward into the aromatic
crotch in a frenzied, if inexperienced, flurry. It was
so soft and warm, flowing with juices. The salty taste
tingled the back of her throat as she the whole
of Mary's into her mouth. Cindy continued to
suck hard, trying to get as much of the beautiful woman
into her mouth as possible.
"Easy, Baby. Easy. Just lick me a little, Cindy. Use
your tongue. Oh, YESSS! Now, stick it in meeee.
Yeah, like that. OOOooohhh, yeessss."
Under Mary's gentle tutelage, Cindy's tongue came out
of her mouth and assaulted the paired lips of the
sopping pussy, gaining skill with each instruction.
Practice made perfect, and Mary, somewhat selfishly,
let the practice all she wanted. Cindy twirled
her tongue around and around, driving Mary wild with
pleasure.
"You're a natural pussy-licker, Honey. Keep it up.
OOOOHHHHH Yessss."
The tip of Cindy's tongue found the small hard lump at
the juncture of her vaginal lips. Touching it lightly
brought a jump of pleasure from Mary as she drove her
crotch into Cindy's face. Continuing her salacious
tongue actions, Cindy flicked the tip back and forth
across the small bud and was surprised to feel it grow
even larger. Catching it between her teeth, she pulled
gently on the sensitive nubbin. She was rewarded with
an increased flow of juice that made her stop
biting and several times.
Mary slowly collapsed against the wall, totally
relaxed. "This little bitch isn't bad. A natural sex
machine.
"Oh, what a feelin' to be eaten.."
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Quan-Loc was frustrated in his attempts to find out
what was going on in the big house with the dogs. His
owner had warned him to report any contact between
these two people and he wanted to find out more.
He saw a third woman take a huge into house from
the kennels, rushing to pull on her lab coat as she
raced towards the door as if her requested presence had
been unexpected.
Then, nothing. Quan-Loc debated whether to send his
message now or wait. Sensing no urgency, he decided to
wait.
End of Chapter