Message-ID: <27700asstr$975942603@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail Reply-To: "musker" From: "musker" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.00.2314.1300 X-Original-Message-ID: <9nAW5.32038$II2.2897780@newsread2.prod.itd.earthlink.net> NNTP-Posting-Date: Sun, 03 Dec 2000 15:07:49 PST Subject: {ASSM} Cornucopia II D/s, nc, B and D, fetish, ff Date: Mon, 4 Dec 2000 10:10:03 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: IceAltar, Vulpine 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. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Coming Soon Cornucopia III Muffee's, I mean Jennifer's update -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+