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Subject: {ASSM} Cornucopia II  D/s, nc, B and D, fetish, ff
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This is a fantasy story. It has no basis in reality. Even the names of the
characters are made up and have no relevance to anyone. It is for adult
readers only, of legal age, and deals with domination and submission of a
non consenting type. So don't read it if you are offended by this subject
matter or not an adult of legal age.


                               Cornucopia II


                           (an update to "Omens")


                                 by Musker


It was 8 AM and a brand new day was about to begin. But Madame Rouso was
already up and about a few hours before. She no longer needed as much
sleep as she once did. And by watching the sun rise each and every
morning, she found her spirit energized by that grand spectacle of nature.
Enough at least to start her day with a positive direction. And just
recently, she began taking brisk morning walks around her estate and
garden. Some fresh cool air on a bright shinny morning made her feel young
again. So when Madame sat behind her desk and clicked on her computer with
her favorite cup of herbal tea in hand, she was ready for whatever life
was about to throw at her.

When she looked at E-mail messages she seen the one from her dear friend
Sandra still waiting for her. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
Her mind played back those moments she had with her friend just before
she departed from Madame's Halloween party. She remembered how intent her
friend was in reaping vengeance on that poor Oriental girl and her very
unlucky Hispanic girlfriend. She warned her friend not to go too far and
do something that she would be sorry for later. But warnings can go
unheeded when in the thrones of passionate revenge.

So whatever did happen, it was too late for her to lament over. All
parties concerned where adults and responsible for their own actions. If
her friend stepped over the line, then she would pay dearly for that
moment of sublime self-gratification.

Madame clicked her mouse and called up Ms. Waneright's E-mail. She sat
back in her chair and waited for it to appear.

A dazzling color photo filled her entire screen. Madame's eyes went wide
in surprise and a small smile crossed her face at how full, rich and
festive the contents of that picture was. And taking center stage was her
dear friend Sandra. She was sitting behind a table loaded to practically
overflowing with a vast assortment of food. It literally looked like a
cornucopia had exploded and it's wealth of food, flowers and other items
of prosperity heaped upon it. Her friend was sporting an infectious big
smile with her arms spread wide as if inviting her to come and celebrate
her good fortune and that time of year. At the bottom of the picture was
the words "Happy Thanksgiving, wish you were here" written with a joyous
flair. Madame could not help but smile and chuckle to herself as she
continued to look at that cheerful image.

Then she spotted them. One on each side, standing, and a little behind her
friend. The two girls were still alive, or so it seemed. Madame could not
be sure because she could not define anything that identified them as
those two particular girls in question, let alone who was Su-Lee and who
was Maria. For what she saw were two French maids each holding up a tray
of food. They were both dressed identical from head to toe in shinny black
latex. And the similarities were uncanny. Same outfits, same height, same
weight and the same very good shapely figures too, even though Madame knew
that the Oriental girl was once noticeably smaller in the waist and breast
area than her friend.

Madame took a closer look as she began to use a software magnifying
element that was controlled by her mouse. She ran the image enhancer all
over each girl in an attempt to uncover any clue. Both girls wore the same
standard French maid's uniform. It's tight shinny bodice was edged in
white frilly ruffles. It's short black skirt lifted straight out by the
many pretty white petticoats underneath. And it's associated accessories
of white apron, maid's cap and ruffled wide choker finished the most
becoming image. But under all that, each girl wore a complete black rubber
catsuit with attached gloves and hood. A very form fitting hood to which
holes were made for their eyes, mouth and nostrils. Madame tried hard to
tell who was who, but it was hopeless. Her friend did too good of a job in
obliterating each girl's identity. But at least they seem to be enjoying
themselves as their wide red smiles attested too. Then Madame realized
something. She placed the magnifier over one, and then over the other
girl's smile. They were fake! Both girls had the exact same smile. And
when Madame looked even closer she could tell that both girls look far to
long in the jaw area to be normal. A sign that corresponded with them
having their mouths packed full of something. Then something else caught
her eye. It was with the girl on the right, near her left wrist. Madame
smiled again as she could see the faint outline of a wrist cuff and
something glistening like a chain attached to it. The tray hid most of it,
but her eagle eye was still sharp enough to see that the girls were still
under the control of her dear creative friend.

Then Madame had a revelation. EYES! She could tell one girl from the other
by her eyes. A race difference that made the eyes of Su-Lee different from
Maria. Again her inspector Holmes, state of the art, high tech, magnifying
glass was hard at work. But her hopes were soon dashed. For their hood
openings covered up far more than it revealed. Thus making that particular
investigated lead a dead end. But one thing Madame did discover, while
looking at each girl's eyes, was how extremely wide opened they were with
just a hint of a glossiness to them. This little observation supported her
previous claim that the girls were both gagged. For she had seen this look
many times on women who had been outrageously gagged. Their mouths had
been packed so utterly and completely full that it gave them this wide
eyed glassy stare as if they were afraid of doing something that might
trigger their gag reflex.

"Oh she is good," Madame whispered out loud as she sat back in her leather
chair and sipped her fragrant tea. Sandra knew that Madame would be on the
look out for any transgression against her commands to not permanently
harm the girls. And this was Sandra's subtle way of informing Madame, and
toying with her, that she was riding the edge with them, and her too.
Madame knew the girls were all right. Well, not completely, but they were
certainly not pushed over the edge either, else Sandra would never have
gagged them so harshly. No point in making a girl suffer when she had
been mentally and physically broken, forever. Her friend definitely knew
something about psychology and the alternative lifestyle of D/s. And with
two nefarious young women like these to play with, Sandra was pulling out
all the stops.

Then Madame noticed more pictures attached to her E-mail. She also noticed
that she no longer had any hesitation in wanting to view those pictures
either. In fact, she was eagerly looking forward to seeing them.  To see
what part of hell those two party crashers were going through by her
imaginative and gifted lady friend.

The file names for each picture were a bit long, as if... 'Ahhhh', Madame
said to herself when she discovered the method to her friend's madness.
Sandra was playing a game with her. She used the 255 character limit to
name a file as a means of a short synopsis of what each picture meant.
Madame squirmed in her chair with eager anticipation ready to play her
dear friend's little game.

Each file name was preceded by a number indicating a chronological order
to them. No doubt relating to the sequence of events that happened to the
girls starting from the beginning. Madame clicked on the first one with
the name "Establishing a working relationship with my new staff and I am
feeling MUCH better now".

Quickly two pictures appeared on her screen. The first was Su-Lee on the
left, and the second was Maria on the right. Both girls were hanging in
mid air by padded wrists cuffs with their toes barely touching the floor.
They were nude and their bodies covered with nasty looking red marks.
Their heads hung down in front as if they had both passed out from
exhaustion, or possibly pain. Then the pictures began to rotate, Su-Lee in
one direction and Maria in the other. Sandra was giving Madame a front and
center look at how she reeked her revenge on the one who did her wrong.
And at the same time showing Madame her method in getting both girls to
understand who was the boss from now on.

Madame looked long and hard at both hanging pieces of meat. She could tell
from the marks on their bodies that more than one type of implement was
use on them. As each girl continued to twirl Madame noticed that virtually
no part of their bodies was left unscathed. Arms, legs, stomach, back,
breasts and even their pussies showed where Sandra had sought her pleasure
and instilled her sadistic discipline. She also noticed two other things
too. The rear ends of the girls received the worst of it, as did Su-Lee.
But as bad as it was, nothing looked permanent.

The next file was called "Bed and breakfast for my loyal and dedicated
working staff." This time only one picture popped up. It showed a heavy
metal cage the size of a side by side washer and dryer set and in front of
it were two dog bowel labeled "TWIT" and "TWAT". Both girls where locked
inside. Su-Lee was curled up into a ball while Maria sat on her haunches
next to her and appeared to be stroking her friends head. Madame could see
that Maria's red marks had only a faint residue left to them, while Su-
Lee's was still more visible. It was obvious what Sandra was conveying
with this picture. From now on, both young women would be sleeping
together in that confining metal cage and will be taking their meals like
well trained pet doggies. Madame also knew that her friend had renamed
them. But her friend wasn't ready yet to tell Madame yet who was who.

The third file was called "The twins enlist in Mistress Waneright's school
for wayward girls and begin to learn a very important trade." Madame
paused for a moment wondering what her friend could possible mean by the
word "twins"? How could Su-Lee and Maria ever be remotely considered as
twins, given their completely different biological and cultural
backgrounds? Then a look of surprised crossed her face as she rushed to
see if her assumption was true.

A group of four pictures came up in each corner of her screen. As Madame
quickly scanned them she smiled. For her assumption was indeed correct.

The first image showed both girls completely nude and standing shoulder to
shoulder. Their posture was straight, their expression vacant with a bit
of trepidation in their eyes, and their arms down to their sides. Madame
noted with a sigh that the hand of one was holding the hand of the other
in mutual support of whatever was about to happen to them. She could see
that both girls were looking fairly well, physically. The red marks were
all gone and she could see for the first time how truly beautiful those
two young women were. Their soft feminine complexion made them look so
angelic. Their womanly curves gave them that hot sexy appeal. And their
long flowing black hair, as their public hairs testified to being their
natural color, made them all the more attractive even to her own man
loving eyes.

The second image showed the girls in exactly the same position, with them
still holding one another's hand. However, two things were different.
One, their expressions were different. Their eyes were red and puffy as if
they were crying and their lips seemed to be in a sad distressful pout.
The second thing was that all their body hair was gone. The hair on their
heads, their pubic hair, even their eyebrows were all shaven clean off
leaving nothing but a much lighter shade of skin behind to mark it's
absence.

The third of the group of four again showed the girls in their on going
standing and hand holding position, except this time they were wearing
clothes. Each was wearing a shinny black rubber catsuit with attached
hood, gloves and foot pods. An assortment of holes had been cut out of it
for their eyes, mouth, nostrils, breasts and pussy. The rubber squeezed
and shaped their breasts and pussies so strangely that it made them looked
as if someone had glued on a false set right over their black rubber clad
bodies. And around their waist was a very constricting rubber corset that
molded them into a stereotype hourglass shape. Madame wondered how Maria
was coping with this one added accouterment since both girls appeared to
have the same size waist now, even though Maria's waist was much thicker
than Su-Lee's as seen in the first picture. The last item of their fetish
wear was a pair of black high heels. If it wasn't for their highly
polished sheen, Madame might have missed that particular type of very high
foot wear.

The final image was of the girls as rubber bound maids. A ruffled white
cap and an abbreviated white apron were added to symbolically denote their
new trade in life. A series of cuffs connected by short chains around
their wrists, ankles and above their elbows indicated their forced
incarceration and subservient existence from now on. And a thick wide
collar around their necks with a big silver ring hanging from it added
that delicious "owned" serving wench persona to their overall appeal.

This time Madame made note that the girls were no longer holding hands.
Predominating due to their bondage. Their elbow cuffs were brought up
closely together behind them, which in turn pulled their shoulders back
and pushed their chest and naked breasts out. Their wrist cuffs were
connected together in front and it's chain pass through a metal ring in a
belt around their waist. Thus their hands were in no position to extend
out from their waist to any great degree.

Madame was unconsciously shaking her head in confirmation as to why her
friend called them twins. Sandra had successfully hidden their unique,
personal and racial identities and enhancer their generic female condition
so as to present to the casual observer two simple rubber clad slave
girls. Two kinky young women that looked far more alike then not. If she
didn't know ahead of time that Su-Lee was the slender of the two, than
telling them apart would be very difficult. Then Madame saw a barely
visible indentation in each of the girl's collars. She used her software
magnifying element to take a closer look.

"Ah Ha," she said out loud with a note of discovery. Now she knew who was
who. For on each collar was embossed the names of the girls. Su-Lee was
Twit, no doubt in reference to her dumb act of pilfering Sandra's
invitation. And Maria had become Twat. Madame had to think about that one
for awhile. All she could come up with was some possible slut reference to
Maria's overtly sexy Latin look and mannerisms. Either way, that was one
nagging riddle she successfully solved.

The next group of files for Madame's viewing pleasure all started off with
the same name, "Hi Ho Hi Ho it's off to work at my boutique Twit and Twat
go." But to differentiate one from the others a dash was used with only
one word after it, The first one Madame clicked on was called "Clean Up".

This one showed both girls practicing their new trade as domestics at "Ms.
Waneright's Boutique for Exotic Tastes", as she called it. Twit and Twat
were wearing the same outfits, including bondage, that Madame seen in the
previous picture. But now, both girls were gagged too. That same smiling,
red lipped, mouth packed to bursting gag she saw in that Thanksgiving
picture.

Madame made an interesting discovery from this picture with regards to the
girls rubber catsuits. She found that another opening existed, for their
rear ends. Again, given the tight constricting nature of the rubber, their
butt cheeks were so pushed together and out that they looked like female
baboons in heat, minus the crimson color. Although theirs did look a
little on the deep pinkish side as if some incentive was used on the girls
to do a good cleaning job.

Madame could see that Sandra had her twins busy at work. Twit was doing
her best removing the dust from the merchandise, given her short arm range
and the fact that a pole was running up from the center of her ankle chain
straight into her impaled pussy. It appeared that Twit was both encumbered
and stimulated in performing her task at hand. Twat looked very absorbed
with her vacuuming. But instead of using her hands to manipulate the
device, which were now cuffed behind her back, the handle of the machine
was somehow attached to her crotch area. Further inspect allowed Madame to
see that the handle was directly connected to the base of a dildoe that
was no doubt buried deeply inside Twat's twat. As she moved back and forth
to vacuum the boutique's rug her dildoe was doing the same thing inside
her. Madame had this fine mental image of two very happy girls, and if
they could, whistling while they worked. Which deep down Madame believed
was the farthest from the truth.

The next boutique picture was labeled "Display". Two pictures side by side
popped up. Twat was very close to the cash register standing with her legs
strapped around a pole. A pole with one end mounted firmly to a heavy
metal plate resting on the floor and to which Twat was standing on. The
other end disappeared up under her little frilly white apron. Her arms
where forced behind her in a single glove and flattened against her body
by another strap that buckled around her waist. In front of her was a
chrome plated stand with a single glass shelf resting on top of it about
waist high. On it was a small selection of mini floggers the size of which
one might use to swat flies with. A sign was on the end of the long check
out counter right next to where Twat was left standing, erect and
immobile. Again, Madame had to use her magnifier to see what it said.

She found that Twat was being used as a promotional gimmick. Each patron
who bought an item from the boutique was given the chance to use one of
the mini floggers to try and whip off one of two clothes pins squeezing
down on Twat's nipples. If they were successful, then they would receive a
gift certificate to be used towards future purchases. The number of tries
a person was given was determined by how much that person spent on their
current purchase.

Madame pondered as to how difficult, or painful, the task might be. The
floggers were far too small to do any real damage to Twat's breasts, even
though it would sting like hell for the poor girl. But they did look large
enough to do the trick, after say six, eight or a dozen tries. And
considering how red one of Twat's breasts looked already, someone had a
real go at it.

At first Madame though the inflated rubber hood over Twat's head was just
management's way of drawing customer's attention to her, what with the big
yellow smiling face painted on it and all. But again, her friend Sandra
always had more than one reason for doing something. And right now Madame
could think of three reasons for making Twat blind, deaf and dumb. One was
to stifle Twat's groans and screams of agony when she felt the bite of the
whip. This way Sandra's customers would not be unduly alarm, all be it
some may find them quite arousing, by the girls suffering. Second, seeing
a big cartoonish smiling face looking back at you constantly would
eliminate any inhibitions or negative feelings you might have when trying
to win the prize. As opposed to seeing the sad pleading eyes of another
human being in pitiful distress. It just made it all the more dehumanizing
and "thing" oriented, not to mention fun for her customers. The third, and
probably the most important reason, is that it kept Twat from seeing when
she was going to be hit. This way there was no chance for Twat to move out
of the way from being whack and thus remained stead fast and an excellent
target. Madame had to give her friend a lot of credit though. She sure had
a way of mixing business with pleasure.

She then turned her attention to the other picture. Twit was fasten to a
larger vertical pole so as to make her completely immobile and yet very
accessible. Leather straps at waist, above and below her breasts and
forehead held her firmly to the pole. Her arms were behind her and placed
in a leather tube, wrist to elbows. They were then drawn up behind her at
about a forty five degree angel and held there by more straps attaching
them to "T" shaped pipe extension from the original pole. Her entire upper
body from waist up was held completely rigid and was no doubt very
distressing for her too. Although no one would know it for she still wore
her mouth stretching smiling gag.

Madame though there might be something going on with Twit's rear end. She
could not be sure because of the angel at which the picture was taken. But
Twit's butt cheeks did seem to be noticeably bigger as if something was
pushing them apart for some reason. Madame didn't labor on that point as
her eyes moved down to where Twit's legs were stretched wide apart. Her
legs were spread so wide that Madame though Twit lost at least a foot in
height like this. Another pipe extension with straps at it's end was used
to keep her legs at this ghastly angel.

There was a small glass counter placed right next to Twit with a sign on
it that quickly caught Madame's eye. The sign read "Clamps, try them out
before buying." And Madame could see a whole assortment of clamps that
were being used on poor Twit's naked breasts and tender pussy. Big clamps,
small clamps, ornate designed heavy metal clamps, simple plastic clothes
pin type clamps, clamps with chains connecting them, clamps with weights
hanging from them and even more clamps remaining there on the counter
waiting for some interested evil party to try them out on happy smiling
Twit. Twit had become the display unit for all the available clamps that
Ms. Waneright sold at her fetish bondage boutique.

Madame looked upon Twit's picture with intense fascination. If there were
any small patches of exposed flesh that did not have a clamp squeezing it
with incredible skin bulging tightness then she could not find it. The
whole lot of them literally covered Twit's breasts and pussy and changed
them into a non-discernable and probably most painful mass. It was hard
for Madame to figure out who had the worst lot as display units between
Twit and Twat.

Madame found her curiosity increasing as she clicked on another dashed
file labeled "Lunch". This pictured showed both girls rather viciously
strapped to straight back chairs. What made it look so malicious was the
tightness and number of leather straps used. The girls legs were strapped
together at insteps, ankles, calves, above and below their knees, and
twice around their thighs. Their arms were pulled behind the straight back
chair and a series of straps used to bind them together as if they were in
a single glove. Then more straps were used to fasten each of them to their
corresponding chairs until they could not even twitch let alone squirm
about. One final narrow strap was place around the fullest part of each
girls breast, covering their nipples in the process. This devilishly cruel
strip of leather was pulled so tight that it seem to split each of their
breasts in two. And for poor Twat, who had the misfortune of being more
endowed, her strap completely disappeared into her soft bulging tit flesh.

Their gags were changed, this time for an inflatable bladder type with
holes running through the center. These were blown up so huge that both
girls looked like Hamsters with food pouches pack to bursting. So bloated
were their cheeks that Madame could no longer see the lower part of their
eyes any more. To that open hole in their gags a tube was shoved in. This
tube ran to an over head bag containing their liquid lunch that drained
from it all the way down and into the back of their throats. They had no
choice but to swallow whatever it was that dribbled in. Madame could just
make out some writing on their feed bags. Again she used the magnifier
with anxious curiosity to see what it said.

Over Twat it read "For Weight Loss" and over Twit it said "For Weight
Gain". Now it became clear to her, why she found it so hard to tell the
two apart in that Thanksgiving picture. Sandra's "twin" concept was being
taken to higher level. Not only did she remove their beautiful long raven
locks of distinct singularity, and a woman's pride and joy, so in their
complete nakedness she reduced them to being nothing more than a couple of
common females instead of the exceptional individualistic young women they
once were. Not only did she dress them as black rubber figures of generic
female shape that made them appear as over the top erotic fetish book
ends. Now, her friend was trying to physically reshape them, their body
fat and muscle structure, so their pseudo twin identity was less
illusional and far more real than anyone could have dreamed possible for
such two ethnically different girls. Madame began to wonder, given her
friends determination, how far would she go with this?  And what of the
girls particular personalities, will they be effected too?  It was going
to be a very surprising Christmas for Madame when she meets Sandra's home
made twins again.

The third in the boutique series was called "Seminars". Something inside
Madame made her VERY excited and yet hesitant to see what ominous images
popped up this time. Again it was a group of pictures. This time it was a
group of three pairs. Madame surveyed each of them very carefully. This
time Sandra was using Twit and Twat as visual aids and demonstration
dummies for teaching interested parties the various areas of the kinky
lifestyle.

The first pair was a lesson in rope bondage. Twit was bound in a semi
suspension reflecting some elaborate oriental rope work. Her arms were
tied behind her back in a wrist to elbow overlap. A dramatic diamond
shaped weave of rope held her entire torso in severe constriction with a
crotch roped that completely disappeared betwixt her pink pussy lips. She
was leaning over, virtually frozen in the middle of a fall, balancing on
one high heel shoe. The other leg was tied up high behind her by a rope
leading from her ankle to a pulley over head and then back down behind her
to be tied off to that same distressing crotch rope. Once more her smiling
gag was firmly in place. Madame could just imagine how Su-Lee tried her
best to keep from falling over and thus putting more painful pressure on
her already aching pussy.

Twat was bound in your standard rope bind. Cinch ropes around her ankles
and above and below her knees made her shinny black legs into one. Her
arms bound like her legs behind her at wrists and elbows. More ropes
forcing her bound arms into her back with coils of rope above and below
her thrust out breasts. And she too was sporting a crotch rope that was
looped around her wrist bind keeping her hands firmly planted into her
naked butt cheeks. Twat was also wearing that same dreadful smiling gag,
but hers was now a frown. For she was suspended upside down by her
ankles.

The second pair of pictures was a lesson in whipping, and paddling, and
flogging, and spanking, and whatever else was available at the time. Both
girls were in an erect spread eagle position, except Twit. It was her turn
to be the one placed upside down. No only was their already exposed
sensitive feminine flesh made red again with the marks of a sadistic
dominant's trade, but their rubber catsuits were whipped to shreds as it
hung loose from their aching prostrated form. Madame could see that their
once contiguous catsuits afford them some protection, for even though
their images were dramatic in content it was no where near as bad as the
one she seen with them strung up on meat hooks.

The last pair of pictures were obviously a lesson in piercing. This time,
both girls were in a standing bound spread eagle position. The picture
showed a kind of "before/after" look. Twit was the "before" image with
long shiny needles sticking through her nipples, pussy lips and clit hood.
The "after" picture was that of Twat, positioned right next to her twin
sister. She was showing off her big shinny steel rings that went in the
exact same place where the needles were in Twit. A total of eleven rings
now graced her female flesh, and soon for Twit too. Madame closed her eyes
and ran through her mind how each girl might have been used as first a
visual aid for a skilled professional, and then as a victim for a shaking
reluctant neophyte who was urge on by her fiendish friend and by a couple
of happy, smiling, rubber skinned piercing dummies named Twit and Twat.

There was only one file left to view. It was called "After a long hard day
at work it is time for some pleasure or who said lesbians are born and not
made". The final picture showed the twins back at home and in their cage
for the night. Twit and Twat were still in their corseted rubber catsuits,
but now they were in a leather strapped hog-tie laying on their sides. And
the head of each girl was smack dab in the middle of the shaven pierced
pussy crotch of the other. They had been bound in a sixty nine position
with each forced to give the other oral sex.

Madame left this image on her screen as she sat back in her chair and
reached for her tea. She took a sip and looked longingly at this picture.
Her mind drifted off into another realm where she was now standing right
outside that cage watching and listening to them. She could hear the
coarse creaking and cracking of their rubber catsuits bound in leather as
they tried in vain to free themselves from their dirty, perverted, pseudo
lesbian situation. Their groans of desperation repeating with increasing
intensity as they tried and failed, and tried again and again and again
only to fail with each attempt. Their bodies becoming hot and sweaty as
the tight restrictive rubber made their dilemma all the more unbearable.

Then the awareness comes, the smell, the scent of their own sweat slowly
mixing with that of the other. A new aroma is faintly discovered. It
becomes stronger, and soon overpowering. And then comes that first taste,
upon the tip of the tongue. It is now unmistakable. The new scent, the
unique taste, again they try for freedom, in earnest, and again they fail,
in quiet passivity. Then one of them gives up. She lies still, in solemn
darkness and then in acceptance. Her tongue slowly stretches out for more
of that engaging nectar. The other is suddenly moved to a burst of energy
as she tries again for freedom, for escape, from her bonds and from what
she fears is waiting for her if she fails. Her groans of noncompliance and
physical exertion quickly grew loud and determined. But just as quickly,
they die away, as do her struggles. A final, long, lingering groan of
despair is heard and then nothing. It is all over with. A tradition, a
biological way of life has ceased to be. A new path lies before them. And
soon, both have taken that first step into another world of strange erotic
pleasure. The sounds now created are of sexual desire and cravings. The
seductive creaking and crackling of their fetish wear is an audible
testament to their lusting need to give and receive those tender oral
pleasures. And the increasing intensity of their endeavors echo loudly
their passionate necessity for fulfillment and satisfaction of the most
deprave lesbian kind.

Oh yes, Madame could easily see how it must have been. She took a long
deep breath and exhaled with a sigh. Oh how she wished her gentleman
friend Professional Renols was here with her now.

She took a much quicker deep breath and then another sip of her tea. She
moved in closer to her keyboard and typed in a reply e-mail to her dear
friend. She put in the customary greetings and thank you's for the picture
files, along with her own sweet sophomoric puns regarding their contents.
She then added an inspiring bit of verbiage regarding her present anxiety
in wanting to see her again, and her erotic kinky bookends. And then she
closed with her usual warm heartfelt prose before sending it off.

All that remained was for one more check up. Mr. Roberts already notified
her that the experiment moved into phase three, which was gestation. That
meant phase one and two must have been a success. But she decided to call
her friend Bill on the phone and hear for herself how the first two parts
of the experiment went. That is, right after she finished her delicious
herbal tea.

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Coming Soon Cornucopia III

Muffee's, I mean Jennifer's update

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