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   ________ After I talked Father into giving me to Manuel as a reward for
having taught me how ride and care for my horse Feather, Master began
giving others of his staff time with me to reward them for jobs well done.
He always asked me first, but mindful of my position and my resolve to be
the best slave Father ever had, I never said no.

   Michael had me on several occasions, and was a sweet and gentle lover -
that is to say B-O-R-I-N-G compared to Father or Manuel!  I know he meant
well and even had some feelings for me that he shouldn't have.  I did my
best to please him, but never allowed him to kiss me, hoping in this way to
keep the necessary distance between us.

   I liked Michael well enough, but I belonged to Father, and would never
allow myself to forget that!

   It was about this time that I began to realize why Father didn't worry
about any of his staff reporting his activities to the authorities - they
all participated in some way that would incriminate them, as well.

   I remember one night, about a year after I came to live at father's
house, he finally gave me to Greta for a night, as a reward for something
she had done.  Although Greta and I had played touchy, feely games all
along, and she had been my mentor and supporter in most of my activities,
since that first day when Father had punished her, she hadn't dared do
anything overtly sexual with me.

   I had been down that day, missing my family after having received a
letter from them.  Greta was solicitous, because we genuinely liked each
other, but a year of pent-up frustration was not to be denied.

   "Come, liebchen!" Greta led me toward the dungeon, "Let Greta take your
mind off your troubles!"

   I dutifully undressed as we entered the dungeon, awaiting my temporary
mistress' pleasure.

   "First," the blonde stated, as if outlining a battle plan, "I will cheer
you up!  Then we shall see what I have missed, nein?"

   I had grown about an inch and my breasts had started to mound slightly
under my puffy nipples.  The tips of those nipples were VERY sensitive to
the touch.  I know - I touched them a lot!  Despite my growth, however,
Greta, who was not very big herself, still towered over me.

   The lovely German girl had me lay on my back on a little table.  Moving
quickly, she secured my hands somewhere above my head, and spreading my
legs very wide, bound them to the legs of the table.

   "I have wanted to taste you ever since that first kiss, lovely brown
sprite," she whispered, leaning over me, "and now I'll taste all of you!"

   Her soft, sweet lips molded themselves to mine, and her tongue plunged
deeply into my welcoming mouth.  Incredibly, I felt the thick, wet
instrument slip deep into my throat!  Oh, my, GOD!  No wonder Father was so
fond of having her lick his bottom!

   I got lost in the sensation, and simply melted as the beautiful maid
tongue-fucked my throat.  I was deep throating the rough-surfaced appendage
as I would Father's penis.  Unlike a man's pole, however, Greta's tongue
was flexible and agile.  The sensation was indescribable as she licked and
explored the inside of my esophagus, sort of how I would imagine a snake
would feel crawling down my throat!

   Finally withdrawing from my gasping mouth, the lovely lady smiled
tenderly down at my wide-eyed gaze.

   "I surprise you, jah?" she asked, "But wait!  There is more to enjoy,
and much more of you to taste!"

   Greta's lips, teeth, and fingers were just as talented as her tongue, if
not so generously endowed, and they worked well together, sucking,
nibbling, touching, probing, finding all the most sensitive spots on my
thirteen-year-old body.  She brought me to the brink repeatedly, and
stopped just as I teetered on the edge, dragging me back to solid earth,
only to launch me once more toward a higher promontory.

   I screeched and cried and begged her to let me come, but she only smiled
and drove me higher and higher, only to stop each time at the critical
moment.  After a very long time, I was near hysteria.  I struggled with my
bonds and thrust my immature loins at her beautiful face, striving in vain
to force the issue.  Again the demoness backed off!

   This time however, she smiled a devilish smile and said, softly, "I
think you are ready now, liebchen."

   Once again she buried her face in my hairless little honeypot. 
Suddenly, I felt that long, luxurious tongue probe deeper and deeper inside
me.  Simultaneously, a slender finger plunged into my now experienced butt.

   I shrieked at the double penetration, and slammed my hips upward. 
Greta's front teeth ground against my sensitive bud, and her tongue went
wild inside me, it's rough surface caressing my little G-spot as it's tip
flicked across my cervix.  BAM!  I went rigid and exploded like an atom
bomb!  I quivered and shook and flew through space, brushing aside stars
and galaxies like wisps of smoke, until there was nothing but black...

   I returned slowly to the dungeon with Greta's lips softly caressing
mine. I remember thinking: 'So that's what I taste like!' as my little pink
tongue lapped at the sex juices coating her generous lips.

   "Greta!" I exclaimed, tiredly, "You almost killed me, you evil,
wonderful woman!"

   My companion and now, lover, smiled tenderly as she released me from my
bonds.

   (Reading this, I began to wonder at the double standard I apparently had
with regard to Michael and Greta.  How could I allow Greta to love me and
not Michael?  I hadn't rationalized it, at the time, but I think it was
this: Greta and I were both slaves.  I could love her freely, knowing she
could never compete with Father for my full affections.  Michael, while an
employee of Father's, was not a slave.  To have loved him would have been
to betray my Master - something I could never have done!)
Taking my place, Greta asked, "So!  You are feeling like returning the

favor, jah?"

   "With pleasure!" I exclaimed, "But I'm afraid my tongue is not up to the
task!"

   She smiled and took my tiny brown hand in her pale, delicate ones and
said, "It is not your tongue I want, liebchen!  Since you came here, I have
had a fantasy about being fucked with your little fist.  It would be so
like a man, but so different!"

   She gazed longingly into my face and asked, "Will you do that for me, my
little brown lover?  Will you push this tiny hand as far into me as it will
go, make a fist, and beat the shit out of my pussy with it?"

   At first, my eyes went wide with wonder at what she was asking.  This
was totally new to me, but then I realized that my hand and arm, though
longer, were probably not as big around as our Master's cock.

   A smile spread over my face as I realized what she was asking, and I
nodded eagerly.

   "Do you want to be bound, lovely Greta?" I asked, caressing her soft
breast, loving it's luxurious feel and the contrast of my darker skin
against her pallid satin.

   "Oh, YES, little one!" her breath was coming faster in anticipation of
what was to come, and I have to admit, mine was too.

   I was, by now, familiar with the operation of the dungeon fixtures, and
in short order I had my lovely victim secured with her feet tied above her
head to the same anchors as her hands, leaving her dripping pussy and
quivering anus wide open and vulnerable.

   I fingered the blonde-haired pussy idly as I nipped and teased at the
insides and backs of Greta's straining thighs, working two, then three
fingers into the wet, eager gash.

   As I added my pinky and plunged in all the way to the base of my thumb,
the beautiful german girl thrust her hips upward to meet me, gasping "Ahhh!
Yes, yes!  More, dear May!  More please!"

   I tucked my thumb into the crease made by my palm as the tightness of
her tube rolled my hand into a sort of half-cylinder.  Without too much
effort, the widest part of my hand forced its way into the heated swamp of
Greta's clinging pussy, and I sank in almost to my elbow.

   Greta's cry of delight was punctuated by her upthrust pelvis.  Knowing
that she was right on the edge, I decided to push her over once so that I
could build her back up to an even better climax.

   I spread my fingers inside her and drummed the mound of her cervix like
a bored person drums a tabletop.  My lips sucked in her clit-ring and the
fleshy bud to which it was attached, pulling slightly while my tongue
flicked rapidly against the tender morsel.

   The beautiful blonde cried out and spasmed around my arm, adding
voluminously to the fluids already squishing around my hand.

   "Oh, no!" she cried, "Too soon!  Too soon!"

   "Don't worry, dear Greta," I soothed, "that was just the appetizer!  Are
you ready for the main course?"

   Without waiting for the answer I knew was coming, I balled my hand into
a fist and pulled out until it lodged against the inside of her opening,
locking me in like the dog's knots when they tie with me.

   With all the force in my tiny frame, I drove that hard little cudgel as
deep into Greta's body as I could, burying my elbow and a few inches of my
upper arm as well.  Three, four, five times I pounded full length strokes
into her, each going a little deeper.

   Then, taking her clit-ring between my teeth, I started in to do just as
she requested.  With short, sharp thrusts, I did my best to 'beat the shit'
out of her cervix.  I also resolved to do to her what she had done to me.
Each time her climax approached, I stopped, releasing the ring from my
teeth.

   For more than half an hour I pushed her upward only to drag her back. 
For a goodly part of that time, I had been staring at her winking, spasming
rectal opening, now slick with the juices running out of her pussy.

   My arm was starting to tire, and Greta's cries were getting to me, so,
making a pointed spear out of my other hand, I plunged it deep into the
wrinkled pink ring of her anus in one long, slow stroke, burying that hand
to the depth of the other.

   The poor maid screeched and cried, and when I took her clit ring between
my teeth and shook my head, while pounding her insides with both of my hard
little fists, she went berserk!  Her shrieks and moans threatened to tear
through the very foundations of the house above us.  Her pelvis trashed to
and fro, almost tearing my arms from their sockets, then she went rigid -
both holes clamping down so hard they cut off the blood flow to my hands!

   I never heard anyone cum so loudly!  She wailed like a banshee and
vibrated like a kettle drum before finally collapsing in exhaustion.

   I knelt before her, arms trapped deep within the exhausted blonde's
body, my cheek resting on her still twitching pussy until we had both
regained some semblance of composure.  Slowly, trying to be gentle, I
withdrew my hand from the young german girl's pussy, creating a series of
aftershocks as first my elbow, then my knuckles, dragged across her
hypersensitive G-spot.

   Getting my hand out of her butt was harder.  Each movement caused it to
clamp down on my arm, and I had to wait for Greta to relax again before
resuming my withdrawal.

   "Liebchen, liebchen!" Greta cooed, over and over as I went about
releasing her from the bench.  When she was free, she took me in her arms.

   "You were, how can I say?..." she whispered as she held me, "Fantastic!
Wonderful!  Everything I dreamed and more!"

   I laid my head on her shoulder and said, "I'm so glad, dear Greta!  You
have been my best friend since I came here, and I wanted so much to please
you!"

   "Ach!  Please me?" she cried, "Please me?  Oh you did SO much more than
please me, little one!  If there is ever anything I can do for you, you
have only to ask!"

   I sat up straight and looked at her, "Do you really mean it, Greta?"

   "Of course I do, dear May!" she smiled.

   "Well, there is one thing...  but no, it's too much to ask of such a
good friend!"

   "If you can't ask it of a good friend," she replied, "then who can you
ask?"

   I thought about what she said and finally relented.

   "You must tell me 'no' if it's too much, Ok?" I demanded, looking her in
the eye.

   At her nod, I continued, "You know Ian - the guy that makes all the
harnesses and leather stuff for Father?"

   She nodded again.

   "Well," I continued, "I asked him to make a special harness for me.  I
even offered to pay for it by spending the night with him, but he said no.
He said 'No, little May, you cannot pay me what I want, you are too small.
However, if Greta will agree to spend a night with me, in the stables, then
I will gladly make what you want.'"

   "I told him that neither of us could agree to that without Father's
permission," I looked at Greta for some sign of reaction, "but that I would
approach you and see if you are willing, and if so, I would ask Father."

   Greta took my hand in both of hers and said, sincerely, "I do not find
Ian unattractive, and I wasn't lying when I told you I would do anything
for you, so if Master agrees, I will do it."

   I waited until Father was distracted (I was riding up and down his big
dick, while Greta's tongue plunged deep in my little butt!) to ask him. 
Perhaps my ploy worked, but I suspect Father never gets so distracted as to
agree to something he normally wouldn't.

   "Hmmm," he said, picking me up like a doll and dropping me back on his
rampant shaft, "I know Ian's particular preferences, and I think I'd like
to be there to watch.  If he will agree to that, then I have no objection."

   Ian agreed, and a time was set, a week later for Greta to be his for the
night.  As soon as the bargain was sealed, Ian pulled a box out from under
his workbench and withdrew a leather contraption from it.

   Grinning at the surprise on my face and Greta's he said "I've wanted to
see this thing in action since you mentioned it to me.  I was going to give
it to you whether I got Greta or not, so this makes it even better!"

   He showed both of us how it worked, and I couldn't wait to try it out.

   With Greta and Ian's help, and the encouragement of a growing crowd of
stable hands, I spread the harness atop a bale of hay, and lay face down on
it, completely naked.  Ian fussed and muttered, fitting things to my body.
When he was satisfied, Greta spoke to one of the stable hands who soon
returned with one of the largest Labs in Father's kennel.

   This one was named Midnight and he and I were old friends.  Without
further encouragement, Midnight mounted me, and to the cheers of the still
growing crowd, soon sank his large, pointed cock into my little pussy.

   I was lost in the sensation and didn't even notice Ian and Greta
fastening straps and making final adjustments.  I exploded when Midnight
came inside me and his gigantic knot swelled up in my tiny belly making me
look about six months pregnant, and was only half conscious when Ian
pressed a strap into each hand.  Instinctively, I grabbed them and held on.


   As was his habit, Midnight made to turn around so he could rest
comfortably on all fours while waiting for his knot to subside.  This time,
however, thanks to Ian's clever harness, my diminutive body turned with
him, and the surprised dog stood there with his erstwhile bitch suspended
from his belly, still locked to his bulging dick!

   Someone in the crowd called him, and Midnight obediently trotted over to
one of the stablehands.  Craning my neck, I wasn't very surprised to see
Manuel's grinning countenance looking down at me.

   "Hi, Manuel!" I greeted him from beneath the dog's furry throat.

   "I see you find another way to ride, Little Princess!" he laughed, "does
this mean you will not need Feather anymore?"

   "No," I joined in his laughter, "I just got bored waiting for these dogs
to come loose, and thought that at least they could get on about their
business while we waited.  Don't worry, I'll still be riding Feather!"

   "Come, liebchen!" Greta sounded more than a little aroused, "I think
Master will want to see this!"

   She took Midnight's leash and he trotted beside her all the way to the
main house.  The whole way, his red, pointy dick and knot jostled and
jiggled inside me, giving me what seemed like hundreds of tiny orgasms!

   At one point, Midnight stopped and started hunching his hips again,
fucking me with his knot inflated!  Oh man, I saw stars!  Greta didn't let
him finish, but kept walking.  Midnight, intent on what he was doing,
followed with an awkward gait - humping into me as he walked!

   We reached Father's study and Greta knocked.  We had to wait a few
minutes and Midnight made good use of the time - fucking me against the
harness.  I was not idle in this endeavor, either.  Ian had fastened my
ankles into loops that held them just above the base of the dog's tail, and
I soon found that by bending my legs further and pulling on the
hand-straps, I could help him fuck me!

   Soon, the door opened, and a quick glance upward showed Michael's
shocked countenance.

   "Well, don't just stand there, Michael!" Father demanded, "Bring them in
and let's see what was so important!"

   With Michael in the lead we marched to the front of Father's desk.

   "Well, Greta," Father said irritably, "what's so important that you have
to interrupt my work?"

   Apparently he couldn't see the dog and me over the edge of his desk, so
Greta said, meekly, "Please forgive the intrusion, Master, but I thought
you would want to see this."

   She held up the leash, but Father stayed seated.

   "I've seen my dogs before, Greta!" he started, but Greta brashly cut him
off.

   "Not the dog, Master!" she said softly, "your daughter..."

   Father, his curiosity finally getting the better of him, stood and
looked over the desk.

   "Hello, Father!" I chirped from under Midnight's neck.  Midnight ignored
everyone and continued humping me.

   The anger melted from Father's face and huge guffaw erupted.  "So THIS
is the bargain you made with Ian!  Marvelous!  You are such a treasure May!
I think, though, that I may have to limit your use of this invention, or
you'll spend all your waking hours being carried around by the dogs!"

   "Not to mention having a sore pussy!" I rejoined, "I thought he'd just
shrink and I could get off, but he seems to like having a live in bitch who
stays with him wherever he goes!"

   Midnight didn't release me until he had cum three times, so I followed
Father's advice and only used the harness occasionally.

   A week later, Father and I walked Greta down to the stable to fulfill
her pledge to Ian.

   He undressed her almost worshipfully, then led her into a stall where a
leather contraption that looked suspiciously like a larger version of my
dog harness was arranged over a low table.

   Greta must have noticed the similarity, as well, because she trembled as
he laid her on her back on top of the leather.

   Thinking I now knew what was coming, I looked at Father and pleaded,
"Let me at least help her get ready, please Father?"

   He looked a little surprised, but said, "Of course, May!  By all means,
we don't want her to get hurt!"

   I kissed my friend on the mouth and whispered, "You're going to LOVE
this!"

   I worked two, three, four, then finally, all of my fingers into her. 
Making as big a fist as I could, I plunged deep, then pulled back.  Unlike
last time, though, I didn't stop as my tightly clenched fist reached the
constriction at the mouth of her pussy, but tugged and stretched until it
finally pulled out.

   Greta moaned and cried and her pussy leaked rivers.  When I pushed the
clenched fist back in, her tunnel swallowed it without too much effort.

   Looking over my shoulder at Ian, I asked "Feather?"

   "I was going to ask your permission, Little Princess." he replied.

   "Oh, I insist!" I said, pulling my fist once more from my friend's
pussy.

   Ian left to get the pony, and by the time he returned, my fist was
slipping effortlessly in and out of Greta's weeping gash.

   I had several reasons for wanting him to use Feather for this.  First,
though he was pretty well hung compared to the guys I knew, Feather was a
lightweight next to the other stallions in Father's stable.  I figured
Greta could take him without too much trouble.

   Another reason, though, had to do with the tingle I got between my legs
when I thought of my horse fucking my best friend!  I just couldn't wait to
see that!

   Ian walked Feather next to the table, then sidestepped him so that he
stood over Greta's supine body.  Moving quickly around the horse, but
always keeping a hand on him so that Feather would know where he was, Ian
fastened and adjusted the straps of the harness until Greta was suspended a
couple of inches below Feather's barrel chest, feet strapped to his
shoulders and hands to straps looped around his rump.  By pushing with her
legs, Greta could move forward, and by pulling with her hands, she could
move back.  Ingenious!

   "Will you do the honors, Princess?" Ian asked softly.

   I smiled, and placing a hand on Feather's shoulder, as Manuel had taught
me, slid down to kneel just in front of his hind legs.  My contact hand
slowly slid down to his sheath, where it was joined by my other hand.

   The head, and a few inches of his enormous black cock already hung
limply from the sheath.

   "Here, this will help." said Ian, rubbing something on Feather's
nostrils.

   It must have smelled like a mare in heat, because Feather's dick sprang
to full erection in no time, slapping the bottom of Greta's buttocks with
at least a foot and a half of meat!

   "Push with your legs, Greta!" I instructed.

   The blonde was breathing fast and shallow, and I feared she would panic,
but she did as I said.

   "It's Ok, dear friend!" I soothed, positioning the mushroom head of
Feather's club at her opening, "You can take it, but you have to relax or
it will hurt you.  See?  You can control the depth."

   Well, that was true to some extent, but Feather did have SOME control
over it, as he proved by suddenly humping forward!

   The enormous flared head and a couple of inches of his black shaft
squeezed through the blonde maid's opening.  Greta screeched in surprise,
and probably some pain, but didn't seem to be in too much distress.

   "Are you ok, Greta?" Father asked, solicitously.

   "Yes, Master," she panted, "only surprised a little!"

   With that, her biceps bunched, and her pussy slid a few more inches down
the black shaft.

   "Ach!  Du lieber!" she cried (at least, I think that's what she cried, I
was never very good with German), "Mein Gott in Himmel!"

   Greta pushed with her legs and slid back to the flared head.  When she
pulled again, Feather humped, and between the two of them, they managed to
sink about half of his massive pole inside her.

   Greta was cumming almost continuously now.  I looked at the other two,
and Ian had his own pole in hand, stroking furiously.  Father caught my
glance, and beckoned me to him.

   Father bent me over a couple of stacked bales of hay and flipped up my
skirt as Feather plunged again, sinking a couple more inches into the now
willing blonde.

   As Father plunged his big dick into my dripping pussy, I imagined it was
me in that harness beneath Feather, that somehow it was rigged so I could
guide the horse with the reins while galloping across the fields, that
massive black sausage bouncing and stirring my guts with each stride!

   Greta and Feather were now working together to get as much of him inside
her as possible, and there were only a few inches remaining outside. 
Feather whinnied and rose up on his hind feet, pawing at the air of the
stall with his front hooves.  With a cry, Greta slid another inch or so
down his shaft.

   At first, I thought it was just her weight pulling her down, but her
bulging biceps told the whole truth.  The german girl's hips were
oscillating around that enormous shaft and her belly bulged from its head
down to her pubic bone showing exactly how deeply it was buried.

   When he was back on all fours, Feather started fucking in earnest, and
Greta worked with him, stroking at least a foot of thick black flesh in and
out of her tortured hole.

   I was cumming constantly around Father's ravishing shaft, his possession
of me somehow mingling with the debauchery before my eyes to make me
super-horny and super-sensitive.

   Suddenly, Greta wailed "Cumming!  Mein Gott!  So much!  So hot!"

   Her eyes rolled back and her hips pounded at the huge cudgel buried so
deeply within her, as she shrieked her climax.

   A white fountain erupted from Ian's cock and Father flooded me at the
same time.  I remember wondering if it was just the heat of the moment or
were all the males in that stable psychically connected somehow.  It's
strange that I would think of something like that in the midst of my own
orgasm, and even stranger that I would remember it so vividly, but checking
my diary, I wrote the same observation at the time.

   Father probably would never have pushed Greta to mate with the horses,
but having seen her do it, and with her proclamation that she loved it,
they became a regular part of her love life, just as the dogs had become a
regular part of mine.

   I watched when I could, but I also liked to hear her tell me about it,
because she was so good at describing how she felt, both physically and
emotionally, with one of those huge beasts inside her.