Message-ID: <37657asstr$1028412605@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: "NightShade" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2600.0000 X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 03 Aug 2002 15:13:57.0359 (UTC) FILETIME=[6367EFF0:01C23B00] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 3 Aug 2002 11:13:27 -0400 Subject: {ASSM} [NEW] Cindy's New Friends - Chapter 09/14 (F FF F/dog F/mech pain bond) Date: Sat, 3 Aug 2002 18:10:05 -0400 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: newsman, gill-bates 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 9 ... "And it's all on tape." Those words had not been Mary's, nor was Mary aware that the silent hidden cameras were recording her while she was in the playroom. Mary had carefully shut down the video panel when Susan had delivered Brutus to the main house. She had been so intent on getting together with Cindy, however, she had not noticed whether Susan had left the main house or not. Susan hadn't left the house. Watching her boss walk eagerly away with the obedient dog, she had pulled a key from the pocket of her lab coat. She had spent nearly a week in secret, filing a spare key until she could unlock the one locked room in the main house. Susan had been unprepared for the sight that had greeted her on that first visit to the video room, but since then, she had installed a hidden override switch deep in the myriad cables and connections. She could tap into everything coming into the room undetected as well as override any security and control the recorders. She had activated the hidden switch as soon as she entered. What she saw on the monitors was a bare-assed young girl lying on a padded fuck-bench. Susan was familiar with these contraptions. There were several such tilted benches in the kennel for training purposes, and not for training the dogs. The dogs didn't need to be tied down. Susan had started the video recorders as soon as Mary entered the room with the second dog. She wasn't sure why she wanted the tape of her boss in a possibly incriminating activity, but her rationalization for doing it was to protect herself in case Brutus froze again and fucked his new owner to death. In reality, she didn't care if that fucking dog froze up or not. She knew he wouldn't, or probably shouldn't, anyway. She knew, better than anyone that the dog's `problem' was not going to reoccur unless he was sexually drained for at least a week, maybe longer. Her mind drifted back to past events.. If she hadn't drained Brutus with her own extra curricular nighttime activities, the dog wouldn't have had a problem. Susan wasn't letting the dog fuck her at night. She knew her tight quim would have been ripped apart with something that fat stuck up there. Her fingers were just fine, thank you. What she and Brutus had been doing every night for a couple of weeks preceding the incident was a little experiment, or self-therapy. Susan would sexually arouse the dog with her hand, a vibrator, or whatever it took. This would continue until the dog reached his predictable climax. As the sticky fluid was shooting out of his super-sensitive cock and making a mess on the kennel floor, Susan would touch an electric cattle prod against the pink flesh and watch the dog's violent reaction. It had to have hurt the damn mutt. But he never failed to respond to at least one sexual stimulus or another. Towards the end, the only stimulus that worked was the sight of her in her lab coat lying on the floor on her face, her ass in the air. The tight fabric over her butt seemed to set the dog on fire every time. He would stand over her and rub his disgusting penis sheath up and down her nylon-covered ass until the slick pink head and the shaft would emerge. Susan would then excited him using her hand and jerk him off several times a night, each of his climaxes punctuated by a sharp jolt of electricity. Susan wasn't a true sadist, even with this apparent evidence to the contrary. She was extremely fond of almost all the other dogs in her care, even to the extent of sucking them off on occasion. She understood the way they thought - that she was just a fuck-toy to them, and how they needed to mark territory and so on. But she was truly and deeply afraid of Brutus. He was a gentle dog, easy to handle and she was pathologically terrified of him. Her shocking him was just her way of dealing with her terror. Not a good way, but that was what she had done. She had not anticipated that the abused dog would freeze like he had. Susan had been in the room during the entire training session. However, she had not been aware Brutus had been pounding the poor girl for two hours until the brutalized lab assistant had bitten Susan's clit in a final act of desperation to get her attention. It had been a routine training session. She had strapped the naked girl onto the fuck-bench and brought out the tired hound. The glistening white raised buttocks brought the desired response from Brutus, and he had mounted the fated girl at the `FUCK' command. Susan had then dropped her lab coat and her panties and settled herself directly in front of the assistant. That particular assistant had always done a wonderful job eating her out as she was assailed from behind. She had been somewhat resistant at first, both to fucking dogs and eating pussy. After her first eight- hour day strapped onto a fuck-bench, however, she was more than willing to do the latter as long as she got the former. Susan shook her head to clear it. The erotic scenes in the video screens in front of her were just winding down. Mary and Max had just finished together and the young girl and Brutus were settling down to what Susan recognized as a quick second fuck. Susan focused her attention on the active couple. Suddenly, she sat up and adjusted the zoom on one of the cameras focused at the girl's ass. The fading red stripes from the riding crops were still plainly visible on her pale cheeks. Susan's heart beat faster. There were other stripes on her chest, just visible on the outside of the one squashed tit she could see. This was almost too good to be true! She let the fucking conclude before switching off the recorders and pocketing the tapes. She would have to take a chance that nothing more of interest that would happen, and she needed to get back to the kennel. Besides she had enough. The scenes she had just witnessed were hot, as was her pussy. That they showed her arrogant boss in a compromising position didn't hurt either. Susan cursed at Mary again for not finding her a replacement lab assistant. It had been too long since she had had a good pussy licking, and she was horny as hell. She ogled the petite blonde collapsed on the floor under her new pet, imagining her expressive mouth clamped over her hairy lips, her small pointed tongue flipping over her clit. Susan grinned at her response to that image. She added fresh red stripes on that tender skin to the mental picture. Wonderful! She couldn't stand it. Her hand plunged between her legs and lost itself in the hairy juncture. Her panties were not just damp, they were wet! It had been too long. That little blonde would make a good replacement, she decided. She already liked dogs and Susan bet she could be trained to like pussy, too. She patted the tapes in her pocket. Maybe Mary could be persuaded to hire her, with some encouragement. A little protection never hurt, either. *** Cindy came back to her senses gently, as relaxed as she had ever been in her short life. Never! Never had she imagined it would feel so good. The wonderful fullness; the length, the width of that silky hot shaft; the exquisite pain of the knot stretching her vaginal walls to the splitting point; nerve-endings firing, exploding for the first time in her mind. Lights, sounds, smells, tastes and tactile senses flowed into a single fantastic memory embedded permanently in her brain. It aroused her when she touched that memory with her thoughts, and would for years to come. She looked up to see Brutus standing guard over her. He was her lover, her protector and she felt a connection with this dog she had never had with a human. He was her family. A tear of joy welled up and trickled slowly down her cheek. Brutus, standing vigil over his sated Mistress, saw the tear, and understood. He tenderly bent his huge head to her face and wiped the lone tear with the fur of his own cheek. He emitted a low rumble, so soft, so intimate, only Cindy - and Max, with his enhanced canine hearing - heard him. It was like the croon of a mother to her baby, and Cindy was pleased. Mary saw the tear, as well, and understood, but from a different perspective. Her plan to split Cindy from Max had worked. That she had provided the orphan with the one thing that she had never had, the one thing that she desperately needed wasn't important to her. She had Max back, all of him, and that was all she cared about. Mary let the two cuddle in silence a while, then cleared her throat. "Cindy? I would like you to consider something. I know you are already working at the library, and I wouldn't dream of taking you away from there, if you're happy with it. But I would like you to consider working for me, here in the kennels. I need an assistant trainer to help me train my dogs. I can see you get along well with animals, and they seem to like you. What do you say? Would you like that?" Mary had experience keeping a straight face, and she had to rely on all of it during that speech. Cindy didn't even notice the innuendoes or double meanings. She just looked thoughtful. "I think I would like that, but I don't want to leave them without help at the library. Mrs. Cross is already so harassed, it wouldn't be good to ask her to do more work. Then she would be really mad. What do you think I should I do?" Mary grimaced at the mention of the head librarian, Mrs. Cross. The old woman had been a thorn in her side since she had arrived as unwelcome excess baggage as a mother-in-law. Mary had divorced her husband within a week. But their union had been fruitful in one regard and her heir, her son, was ensconced in a private boarding school in Switzerland. She didn't bother him and he didn't bother her or his father. She visited him occasionally, and he made his annual Christmas visit, alternating between the two sterile homes, if you could call them that. But it worked out best for them to be apart. Like she and her ex-husband. It had been obvious to both Mary and her ex-husband immediately that the marriage, as much as they were enamored of the idea, wouldn't work. They had split amiably and they had remained friends. Close friends. Intimate even, on occasion. But the old bitch of his mother just kept hanging around. She had had the gall to try to get money from Mary on a regular basis, based solely on the now defunct relationship with her son. Instead of giving in to the familial extortion, Mary had arranged the job in the library just to get her off her back, but she also made sure she was underpaid. The old witch made just enough to pay the rent and eat and a little extra. Mary had hoped the miserable situation would make her go away. Instead, it just made her meaner. Mary had been `interviewing' a prospective employee in a situation very similar to the oral exam she had just given Cindy. Mrs. Cross had barged into the playroom unexpectedly. Although the entire town knew Mary was bisexual, including her `ex,' she had let the rude intruder blackmail her into a little pay raise and let her `control' the room on the top floor of the library. It was a relief to Mary to give her that responsibility, as she needed someone on-site who would keep the place clean. She couldn't let just anyone up there. It made the old hag feel important, gave her a sense of power. Maybe too much power, in retrospect. In addition, Mary also let her demand one of her dogs. Mrs. Cross had no idea what the dogs were trained to do. Mary grinned maliciously as she remembered how preoccupied and subdued the old woman had been for the next several months. Donovan, an extremely intelligent Doberman, was one of her best-trained, and persuasive, students. She estimated it had taken the dog less than 24 hours to screw the shriveled bag. Mrs. Cross had acted like a dumb, love-struck teenager with that beast. Mary looked at the girl in front of her and decided it would be an insult to Cindy to compare Mrs. Cross' behavior to hers. No, Mrs. Cross had behaved like a fresh-fucked nymphomaniac who couldn't get enough. Donovan had put up with cute little sailor suits among other things. The two of them had even worn matching outfits in the Labor Day Parade. Mary shook her head. She couldn't even begin to think what that noble dog had to put up with in private. She was going to have to make it up to him somehow. Mary had had to draw the line at bringing the dog to the library, and the old bitch had not liked that at all. Rather than getting mad at Mary, she seemed to focus her anger at the library. Even now, Mrs. Cross was a lot less of a pest around Mary than she had been, but she didn't have to work for her as did the poor girl sitting in front of her. Screw Mrs. Cross. Mary wanted this kid close by. "Well, Cindy, it's customary to give two weeks notice. Don't you think that would be enough time for her to find and train a replacement for you?" Mary was already formulating a plan to fully develop the raw sexual talent latent in Cindy. A plan that would take just about two weeks to complete. A basic training camp of sorts for the na <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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