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 The inspector had just finished a second voyage since the initial reading
of the journals, and was relaxing on a small planet noted for export of
pretty landscaping foliage.  He would have a week off and then he would
board a SuperShip for his next assignment.  He had just finished a very
interesting hike through the woods, and returned to his hotel room for a
shower and dinner.  His portable computer was beeping.  One of his job
requirements was that he remain near a TransStar computer constantly.  This
meant carrying a portable and keeping it in his bedroom while off duty.  He
acknowledged the beep and checked the two messages.  The first message was
just a notification that his paycheck had been deposited.  The second was
an encrypted message.  Inspector Chalmers knew it was another set of
Maria's journal entries.  He would read it after dinner.

   After a fine meal of seafood and vegetables native to the planet, the
inspector had a drink and headed back to his room.  He powered up his
computer, poured himself a glass of wine, and began running the software to
decode Maria's journal.  He changed into shorts and a t-shirt.  The dining
room was formal, and Inspector Chalmers had worn a tuxedo.  It was time to
get comfortable and get to work on Maria's next set of documents.  He had
six standard days before he had to leave the planet; that was plenty of
time to read and proof Maria's next entry.  When the software had decoded
the entry and it was readable, the inspector took a sip of wine, made
himself comfortable, and began to read.

   The Librarian

   "Well, as I had informed on my previous entry, I was to sexually service
the school librarian as my `payment' for my room, board, and education. 
The librarian had given me a sample of what he liked to do, and I really
enjoyed it.  So I decided to let him have his way with me for the duration
of my education.  I went to the doctor and had all bodily hair permanently
removed.  The only hair I wore was on my head.  And I also decided to play
completely by his rules.

   "One rule was to wear a skirt or dress when I worked at the library. 
The length of the dress or skirt was to be no longer than mid-thigh. 
Stockings and underwear were optional.  This was so the librarian could
play for a few minutes if he was in the mood.  Now, I found this little
tease quite pleasurable.  It did not happen often, but it always caught me
off guard.  It was nothing, really.  Sometimes, usually when I was behind
the desk helping someone, I would feel some fingers tease up my thigh and
play and tease over my ass or between my legs.  It always made matters a
little inconvenient, but I still enjoyed it.  He would not play long, just
long enough to get me warmed up, and then he would quit.  Usually, when I
went home, I would masturbate.

   "Another game was a gentle nipple tweak or pinch when I was not
expecting it, say, sitting at a computer terminal and doing some work. 
Once again, this warmed me up, but never fulfilled.  I still liked it.

   "Another rule was nudity.  When I was at the librarian's apartment, I
was required to be completely naked.  I was also required to be nude when I
was working for an extended period in his office.  I rather enjoyed this. I
often practiced my flute in the nude, which I enjoyed.  And sometimes I
practiced in his apartment.  The only time I got rattled was when he had
visitors.  I always felt a twinge of embarrassment whenever he had guests.
If it was my period, the humiliation of everyone seeing the strings from
the tampon made it worse.  But I think I enjoyed it, I really do.

   "The librarian also, on occasion, would play with me during visits.  A
finger here, a tweak here or there.  I think he was showing his level of
control.  I was the only one naked in the group, getting a nipple played
with or getting a finger stuck in a hole.  His guests seemed to enjoy it,
and, I must admit, it did get me quite warm.  I know the control feelings
the librarian experienced gave him pleasure.

   "He was fond of the occasional spanking.  It really didn't hurt.  I just
got a mild sting from it.  He enjoyed having me bend over and lean on a
table or chair, and then smack my backside with a small leather strap.  He
would stop when my bottom was a nice pink color.  I enjoyed it, and so did
he.  Once again, I think it was a controlling thing with him.

   "Now, I should discuss the actual sex with him.  It was unusual, and I
never did figure out how he got pleasure from it.  I supposed he did.  I
was in ecstasy.  "As I said before, he had three electrical outlets on the
front of his chair.  One was for recharging the chair batteries.  The other
two were for controlling certain devices, like computers and such.  They
also controlled sexual machines that were used on me.

   "The librarian had no penis.  He used a variety of vibes, dildos, and
eggs, some of which were remote controlled from his computer and some were
attached to the machines.  He could also work them with his hands.  He also
had a large purple dildo that was huge, and could only be used on a
machine. I really enjoyed that toy.  At times, he worked the toys on me
with his hands, but most of the time I was used by a machine.  A
remote-controlled egg was put in my anus, which he could activate by his
computer.  The vibrating always felt nice in there.  Then, he would have me
mount a machine, and he would tease and fuck me with it.

   "The machine that I enjoyed the most was sort of a half-circle box that
I sat on.  A toy was mounted on top, and I would straddle it, and slowly
sit on it.  The librarian would plug the toy into his chair, and start it
working.  The pleasure of sitting on this chair and having a toy work in
and out of me was heavenly.  He would have it vibrate, sometimes move it in
a circular motion, and sometimes have it thrust, just like a regular penis.
He would tease me until I was almost in tears, and then bring me to climax.
I loved the feeling of the thrusting.  It was a bit rough, but, as I said,
I enjoyed the sensations.  My favorite toy was average length, shaped like
a candle, and had a bunch of ridges on it.  The machine also had a robotic
clamp that would reach out and pinch my clitoris.  This machine, at times,
brought me to tears.  The librarian would insert an egg, have me mount a
dildo on the machine, wire him up, and mount it.  I became very, very quick
at these tasks.

   "The other machine was shaped like a pipe with four legs, two at each
end.  It had a motor at one end and a long arm extending from the other.  I
would attach a vibe or dildo to the long arm, and then either get on all
fours or on my back with my knees bent and my legs spread.  I would guide
the dildo part way into my vagina.  Once I was comfortable, the librarian
would slowly begin to move the thing in and out.  As I grew more and more
intense, he would move it faster and faster, like a man fucking me.  It was
heaven.  Once again, I loved it.  And, I suppose, so did the librarian.

   "Now the word about the giant dong.  The thing was grossly oversized,
and shaped like a penis.  I think the only thing with a penis that big
would be an elephant!  And that hideous purple color!  But I went insane
with it inside of me.

   "A session with the giant vibe was pretty much the same every time.  And
I would get wet whenever I saw it sitting on the librarian's desk.  I loved
that thing!  "Basically, he would lube my anus, and put in the remote egg.
Then it would be set on a low vibe.  I would work up a mild buzz from this.
Then, I would attach the giant dong to the end of the arm.  I had to make
sure it was secure, so it would not slip off.  I would spray it with some
lube, although I didn't really need it.

   "Then, the librarian would play with me for a bit, or sometimes I would
masturbate myself, and he would watch.  While he was doing this, he would
adjust the vibration of the egg in my anus.  I would really get quite
warmed up.  At the librarian's command, I would lie on my back and guide
the tip of the giant dong partway inside.  I would shift about until I was
comfortable, and then he would turn it on.  The giant vibe could only be
used at a slow speed, and, once it started moving, I was pretty much pinned
to the floor.  He took particular delight in this.

   "As the machine moved the vibe in an out, I would start to squirm,
feeling the pleasure build.  The librarian would increase the fucking speed
until I felt comfortable.  As it moved in and out, I would slowly lose my
mind.  I would close my eyes and give in to the pleasure.  I suspect the
librarian was also enjoying himself, as he was plugged into the machine.

   "As the sensations became more and more intense, I would gradually lose
control.  My squirming would become very uncontrolled and spasmodic around
the dong.  When I finally climaxed, I would collapse on the floor, panting,
crying a bit, and perspiring.  The librarian would push the dong, using the
machine, as far as it would go, and then hold it there.  I kept it inside
until I started to come down from the orgasm.

   "After that, I would slide off of the dong and go and hug him.  Although
I liked all of the librarian's sexual tricks, the giant dong on the machine
was my favorite.  And the librarian knew it, and he loved it as well.

   "Well, I became less and less inhibited.  I really enjoyed the sex, and
began to become very close with the librarian.  I looked forward to our
weekends, and began to feel very comfortable with being naked.

   "The variety of sex play, with some mild humiliation and spanking,
really turned me on.  The thought of a normal sexual relationship, with
either a man or a woman, never entered my mind.  As the school year
progressed, the only sexual pleasure I desired was with the librarian, and
began to look forward more and more to our time together.  I also was
getting wet just at the thought of him.  Little did I realize that it would
end soon, and, for me, it would be a tragedy at first, followed by a
triumph.

   Inspector Chalmers closed the file.  A cyborged librarian, complete with
an assembly of fucking machines, was working on the girl.  It was obvious
that she was being prepped to be a breeder.  He would find out just how far
along she was, and how she ended up as a breeder, in the next document. 
For now, this was enough.

   The inspector powered down his computer, finished his wine, and went to
bed.