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OTEC_Dan_D_Donkey
OTEC the novel		http://literatemachine.com/node/142
OTEC COPYRIGHT (C) 2007 DAWootan, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED by DAWootan


Their Thursday night, wife swapping, continue to bring
pleasure to everyone involved.
Any event, where Kathy and Beatrice were both involved was guaranteed to 
be a social success.
There are not twenty female babies born into the world
each year, with Beatrice's genetics, young girls destined to grow into
world-class beauties.
Beatrice was by far and away the most beautiful woman
on board, add to this the fact that she was probably the best fuck on board,
and you have a lady, who could liven up any wife swapping get together.
With Kathy there as well, you have a world-class event.

Vin was convinced Beatrice had gone insane.
There was body piercing, but this was ridiculous.
Beatrice had about twenty gold rivets in her outer lips,
they were hollow rivets, she had a bright red cotton boot lace
threaded through them in a zigzag pattern.
Her vagina looked like a laced up work of boot!
"Can someone untie me please, Carl laces me up,
so other men can't have me." she declared sweetly.
The closest man fell to his knees, with trembling hands, began untying 
the shoe lace.
Vin felt a momentary flash of jealousy, regretting he had not been 
standing closer.

Vin went having sex with Kathy, while Karl stood second in line.
All the other man lined up for Beatrice, all the other women
stood in a semi circle, watching.
After Beatrice had serviced all the men once, the party degenerated into 
a general free for all.
As is always the case with orgies that have a one to one sex ratio, 
there comes a point when there is a lull in the action.
They women are good to go, but the men are not.

At this point, Little Sister got up and left the room, no one took notice
The three Vestal virgins were regulars, all three attended
Thursday nights, when they were in town.
She returned with a cat box, and laid on her back,
on a big square Ottoman, spreading her slender legs wide.
It was Buster, the potbellied Asian pig, it was obvious, she and Buster 
had done this before.

The lull in the action was over, the room was filled
with madly fornicating couples.

Through all the years, Beatrice had continued visiting
Vin and Kathy one afternoon a week, as she had been ordered
to do long ago, by her then sadistic husband.
(He once tried to rescind the order, Beatrice just stared at him.)

Every week it was something different, although once or twice a year
the old ironing board, and kitchen chair, where there for old times sake.
Sometimes, Vin would slowly, fist the two most sexually desirable
women on board, sometimes they would tie him to the ironing board.
Never the same thing twice. Once they substituted Kay,
for Kathy, it took Beatrice some time to discover the deception.

Their first afternoon, after Beatrice had her mutilation, there were
fascinated by her gold boot lace fixtures, they had threaded
two sparklers through each side, sending thumping jolts
of low voltage current through her labia.
Vin was convinced Beatrice was going to pass out,
or turn herself inside out.
She was making gurgling sounds, her back was arched, as Vin penetrated 
her suddenly.
Kathy gave the duty cycle control knob a good tweak to coincide with his 
balls thumping against her.

Later, the three of them were in bed propped up on pillows, arms about 
each other,
Kathy was leaning forward slightly so she could see Beatrice over Vin's 
chest.

"You know Beatrice you could do opening night."
"You really think so?"
Kathy and Vin turned and looked at her without saying a word.
Slowly, she gave an almost imperceptible nod.
"Alright everybody out of bed, clothes on, follow me" Kathy declared

Vin's animal business, like everything else to do with Fleet Week, 
evolved over time.
They had started with a Great Dane named Scooby Doo.
The numbers and types of animals had increased, with time,
there were now full-time animal trainer/handlers as well as veterinarians.
Davis straight now had a full-time zoo, which was
so popular, Vin was tempted to charge admission.

Like all trade shows, Fleet Week folded up going into storage, awaiting 
the next show.
The animal exhibition equipment, was the exception to this rule,
the animals needed a once a week, refresher
course, so they did not forget their training.
With the larger animals this is a safety issue.
The animal equipment, lived in a starboard side warehouse.
Vin had a pretty good idea, where they were headed, but when he
heard Kathy on the phone
"Yes meet us there, can you bring your friend Dan?"
( Kathy and Dan had been good friends for a long time)
Vin was sure of their destination.

There were two kitchen chairs on either side of the donkey machine.
Vin and Kathy sat staring at Beatrice, they did not tell her
she had to do this, they didn't say a word. They just looked at her.
After the longest time, she let out a deep sigh, laying down on the pad,
trembling slightly.
Kathy found the control under the straw adjusting the penetration
to about 50%.
Any woman who derives pleasure from being sifted
are in no danger from a donkey, as long as the animal is prevented from
lunging in balls deep.
Kathy had sifted Beatrice several times having a pretty good idea what 
Beatrice
could take.
The donkey named Dan was led up, he was a well trained,
gentlemanly donkey.
Bonobos are the most oversexed of the great apes,
donkeys are probably the most oversexed of the ruminants.
But Dan was well trained, he knew females needed foreplay,
and gentlemen donkeys were expected to hold off until this
necessary precondition was met.
After a brief sniff, which caused Beatrice's pubic hair,
to move in the breeze, in went about twelve inches of tongue.
After about ten or twelve strokes the tongue was removed,
and the tip began making rapid cat drinking water
motions against Beatrice's clitoris.
Beatrice was bouncing up and down and moaning, she had morphed,
from "I will submit" to "Stick it in there and be quick about it!"

She would have helped the donkey inside, but Vin
was holding her right-hand, and Kathy her left.
There was no need, Dan had done this before,
he mounted her, and actually entered her at
less than full speed. Although he was soon
pumping away for all he was worth.
Kathy was holding down the penetrate more deeply
button with her other hand, this was not as dangerous
as it seemed, Beatrice was not tied down,
she could simply scoot back, if she ran out of room.

The next week, as they did several times per year,
Vin and Kathy invited Karl and Beatrice
"Over for sex."
They were waiting outside the front door
with there stretched limousine, it was a short ride to the warehouse 
district.

Karl couldn't contain himself.
He had Kathy bend over as he took her from behind,
they both watched as the donkey was led away, and Vin slid in to
the donkey machine on top of Beatrice,
she folded her long legs around him, as they
kissed deeply as lovers, and began fucking each other silly,
donkey semen squirting out of Beatrice with each of Vin's thrusts.

Later, at opening night, Karl strode onto the stage
wearing Vin's straw Carnival Barker's hat.
There was a sudden intake of breath, there were
many locals in the crowd, and Karl was recognized.

"Ladies and gentlemen, brought to you at great expense
from an OTEC that diplomatic considerations will not
allow me to identify.
We have for your pleasure a lovely and naīve lady!"
Karl held out his hand.
Beatrice walked into the limelight, she was wearing
a gold robe, like a lady prizefighter, or more likely
a lady porno queen.
Karl helped her out of her robe, casually
tossed it into the darkness to his right.

Beatrice turned facing the crowd squatting slightly
in the classical "fuck me" pose.
Concealed hand held paparazzi cameras, illuminated her
laced up work boot vagina.
The image filled one entire thirty foot high screen, directly above her.
"Will you please untie me, my sick fuck husband
ties me up, so other men cannot pleasure me."
"Well, why do you put up with him?"
The local crowd was hysterical at this point.
The discussion for years had been, what do the best fuck
and the worst fuck on board see in each other.

"You must be tense after that, you need something
to relax you."
"Yes."
The stage lighting was coming up slowly,
making a donkey machine, visible, center stage
"What is that?"
"It is a deep body vibration, relaxation machine."

The crowd twittered.
"How does it work?"
"Well, lie down here, I will show you."
The machine had way more bondage equipment
than was absolutely necessary,
a strap and buckle for the foot, the ankle, the shin,
the thigh, forearm, wrist, upper arm, and forehead
An electric chair has less bondage equipment.

"Are you sure this will relax me?"
"Oh yes!"

Dan did, the tongue, and the cat drinks water
on the love button, Beatrice restrained
as she was with arching her back and moaning.

There is a timeless instant when a crowd transitions
into a mob. That instant occurred, while Beatrice
was arching her back.
These were Caligula's contemporaries, waiting
to see a slave girl disemboweled by sexually trained animals.

Beatrice did the donkey, straining against her restraints
attempting to match the animal thrust for thrust.
The mob was making that mindless ooooh sound
that mobs make.

Beatrice had been slowly and methodically buckled
and belted in place, half a dozen naked stagehands
rushed forward, she was free in an instant.

She bounced to her feet, leading Karl by the manhood
front and center.
The cameras zoomed in on her still dilated womanhood
and glistening thighs.
She had donkey juice running to her knee, on one side,
dripping off her ankle on the other side.

"Kneel before me, or I'll crush your testicles, and make you
clean me with your tongue."
Karl knelt.
 From behind her back, Beatrice produced the
Golden plastic Roman emperors, Laurel leaf crown.
She put it on Karl's head.
Karl staggered to his feet.
They both bowed to the crowd.
Karl in his best tenor said:

"Let the games begin!"

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