
                          MG2.TXT - 2/2 (mmf, mc, nc)

WARNING!!! The following story contains descriptions of sexual encounters of an
adult nature including non-consensual acts.  If you're under 18, or if
descriptions of acts of this nature offend you, then READ NO FURTHER!  This is
a work of fiction.  Any relation to real or imagined incidents or to people
still alive or now dead is purely coincidental.

                                   Mind Games
                                       By
                        (The Cruiser - formerly el Mano)
                                  ridge@ea.net
                                    Part Two

WHEN SUSAN GOT BACK to her office, she immediately locked the door, then
collapsed into the corner with her back to the wall and her knees up to her
chin.  She began to sob.  Once the crying jag abated, Susan tried to make sense
of what had just happened to her.  It seemed to her that she had intermittently
been absolutely out of control of her actions.  It was as if she were just
"along for the ride" inside her own body.  Was she going nuts?

Still badly shaken, Susan got up from the floor of her office, then opening her
door slightly, she glanced up and down the hall.  Seeing no one, she crossed
the hall quickly and ducked into the women's bathroom.

THE FIRST THING Susan did was to stare into the mirror.  It was her face
looking back at her, alright, albeit somewhat disheveled looking. Her lipstick
was smeared, her long auburn hair was a mess where her boss had pulled on it.
A shiver passed through her as that thought brought back unbidden memories.
She couldn't imagine what she would say to Mr. Miller, the next time she saw
him.  'I sure hope it isn't ‘Wanna fuck like bunny rabbits, baby',' Susan
thought sarcastically.

Susan rinsed her pretty face.  The cool water helped to restore her sense of
order.  She then noticed the wetness between her legs. Gingerly she reached her
hand under her dress.  Susan wrinkled her nose in mild disgust as her hand came
in contact with her clammy, soiled panties.  'I guess someone had a good time,'
she thought.  She couldn't spend the afternoon in those soaked undergarments,
and since she didn't have a change, Susan removed them and threw them into the
covered trash can.  Then she added a few layers of paper towels to hopefully
hide them from the janitor.  Next, she wet several towels and sponged herself
off.

Susan had always been one to get fairly wet down there when aroused. Many times
she had seen Mitch's face covered with her juices.  After toweling herself dry,
Susan combed out her hair, straightened her dress, then went back to her office
to try to face the rest of what had certainly started out to be a bizarre day.

SUSAN FIELDED a few phone calls and shuffled some papers, but was having a hard
time concentrating.  Her mind kept drifting back to this morning's outrageous
episode with her boss.  She shook her pretty head and tried to go on about her
work.  Her intercom buzzed.

"A call for you from Mr. Strouse," the office temp said when Susan answered.

"Thank you, put him through," Susan said.  'God!  She had forgotten to call
Mitch like she had promised.'

"Are you OK?" her fiancee asked dubiously.  

"Well, Hon...."  Susan started to tell him about what had happened. Mitch would
be angry and confused, but hopefully he loved her enough to understand and
help.  She desperately needed someone to lean on just now.  As Susan attempted
to continue, a slight dizziness came over her. "I'm just fine honey," she heard
herself say.  "I just got really busy on some personal stuff yesterday and lost
track of time. I'm so sorry I worried everybody."  Susan tried to back up and
start over, but instead she continued, "You guys just worry too much.  I'm a
big girl after all."

Susan couldn't believe this was happening again.  She started to panic.  Sweat
broke out on her forehead as she fought to control herself.

"How about dinner tonight?" she heard her boy friend ask.  

Susan tried to say "Oh yes!!", but to no avail.  Instead she heard her voice in
the earpiece of the phone receiver say, "I'm sorry, Honey, but Mr. Miller wants
me to stay late to work on some accounts I missed yesterday.  Can I take a rain
check?  Maybe tomorrow?"

She heard Mitch pause, then continue hesitantly, "Well, OK, if that's the way
it's got to be."

Susan desperately tried to stop him from hanging up.  She tried her hardest to
say "Mitch, wait.  Please don't go!"  But the words simply would not come out.
Her tortured mind screamed as she began to cry silently.

Susan's heart sank as she heard her fiancee say, "Got another call, Honey.  See
you tomorrow.  Glad you are feeling better.  Bye!"

Mitch hung up.  

Susan allowed the receiver fall from her shaking hand to the desk top. She ran
her hands through her thick hair and moaned softly, 'What is going on?'

Seemingly out of nowhere, she heard a strange voice say, "Good morning, Miss
Fowler."

"What...Who...?" Susan started.  

"I said, good morning," said the voice.  

Susan looked around her small office.  The was no one else there.  

"I'm in here," the voice said.  

Horrified, Susan realized the voice was in her head!  

"Who..what are you?" she peeped in a panicky little voice.  

"There is no need to speak aloud," the voice went on.  "I can hear your
thoughts just as you are now hearing mine."

"Who are you?  What do you want?" Susan asked, still out loud.  

"Allow me to introduce myself.  You may call me Aaron.  I belong to a group of
very wealthy men who have developed the technology required to inject ourselves
into the minds and bodies of any individual we choose.  We refer to our little
group as ‘The Intruders'.  We can have any individual we desire, and we can
stay for as long as we like. Yesterday we abducted you Ms. Fowler, and you were
taken to our facility where you and I were ‘introduced'."

"Why me?  And what do you want?" Susan asked, silently this time.  

"Oh nothing in particular," the voice of Aaron replied.  "And everything in
general!"

"What do you mean by that?" Susan asked, fear creeping back into her 'voice'.

"I chose you out of several women I have been watching.  I intend to have a
good time with you, my dear girl."

"So it was you!" Susan said, now furious!  

"Oh yes indeed, it was me.  Did you enjoy the taste of your boss' cum? Judging
from how wet you got, I'd say it couldn't have been all bad," Aaron chuckled
cruelly in her mind.  "He certainly had a good time. Who knows, you might be up
for a promotion."

Susan was completely outraged.  "Why are you doing this to me?" she screamed in
her mind.

"Now, now..temper, temper.  As I explained before, I am a very wealthy man.  I
can have anything I want, and right now I have you."

"I refuse to go along with this," Susan said emphatically.  "You leave me
alone.  I won't play your little game."

"Susan, my dear, I don't require your cooperation, just your firm, young body.
I know your deepest thoughts and secrets.  I am in complete control of you.
You are quite helpless to resist, you know."


Susan sat in shocked disbelief.  

"Ah, you don't believe me.  Even after this morning, aye?  Well perhaps I can
arrange a small demonstration."  Susan felt her right hand begin to move up her
thigh.

"No," she grunted out loud through clenched teeth.  "I won't," she hissed.

"Oh, but you will," Aaron's voice countered coldly.  

With all her strength, Susan fought to keep her hand still.  But slowly and
inexorably, she felt it creep up her thigh, until she found herself cupping her
pussy between her parted legs.

Susan didn't shave herself down there.  She naturally had only a slight amount
of soft, light brown fur, and then only on the top of her pubic arch.  Her full
pussy lips were almost completely smooth and hairless.  This had always
thrilled the very few boy friends she had been with.

Susan began to rub herself, slowly running the tip of one finger softly up and
down her closed slit.

"Getting warm aren't we?" came Aaron's sinister chuckle.  

"Stop it, damn you!"  

"Tut..tut..tut..this is supposed to be pleasurable for both of us."  

Susan's finger slowly pressed between her smooth, moistening pussy lips.  As
she touched her rising clit, Susan gave a slight gasp.

"Ah, that's the spot," came the voice in her head.  

"Oh, please," Susan said, now sensing her helplessness, as she continued to rub
herself against her will.  She was getting wetter and wetter.  She felt her
finger slip inside her vagina.  Susan began to finger fuck herself.  She was
getting hotter now and started rubbing her breasts with her left hand.  Susan
groaned in a combination of pleasure and pain.

"Oh my.  Do forgive me, my dear.  I forgot about the other hand," said Aaron.
"Let's see now...."

"No.  Please!" Susan cried as she felt herself rising from her chair. "Please
don't..please..."

Susan bent over and put her forehead on her desk.  She felt her left hand leave
her tits, then reach around behind her shapely ass.  Up under her skirt it
went, then in between her ass cheeks to meet with her right hand between her
thighs.  As Susan struggled with her "Intruder", she felt the fingers of her
left hand moisten themselves at the well of her now sopping pussy slit.  Her
legs spread wide apart.  With a cry, Susan shoved one sticky finger up her
tight anus. Her right hand added a second finger to her vagina, then she began
to rhymically fuck herself with both hands.

"That's a good girl," came the mocking voice in her head.  "Nice and slow, in
and out, in and out.  Can you feel your fingers in your pussy through the
finger in you ass now?" Aaron asked.

"Yes," Susan grunted furiously.  

"Good, you are beginning to cooperate," he said.  

"You bastard!" she screamed in her head.  All the while she continued to plunge
her fingers into her ass and pussy.  Susan found herself rotating strokes.  She
would push two fingers into her steamy pussy as far as she could reach, then as
she withdrew them, she would shove a finger deep into her tight, little ass
hole.  After a few minutes of this, Susan felt herself beginning to get warm
all over.  Her knees felt weak and she began to shiver.  She knew she was going
to cum.  As sense of revulsion passed through her causing her to shake even
more violently.  She continued to stroke her pussy and ass, her head down on
her desk.  'What would she say if someone walked in right now?  Oh, hello, just
fucking myself for a moment.  Be right with you.'

"Uggggggghhhhh," Susan groaned as she fought her rising orgasm.  

"That's right.  Cum for me, little lady," Aaron's voice said in her tortured
mind.

Susan began to gasp heavily as her little ass humped up and down.  Her pussy
was so runny now, that she was practically wet to her elbow. She sensed it
coming.

"Ahhhh..Ahhhh..Ahhhh..Ahhhh...Gmmmmm..Ohhhhhhh..Nooooooooo!!!"  Susan came like
a banshee.  Her head bounced helplessly up and down on her desk.  Her hands and
fingers continued their relentless work inside her.  She thought she could hear
Aaron laugh.  She was absolutely mortified.  She didn't think anything could be
worse.

Susan was in for a surprise.

"Mmmmm..that was nice, Susan," said the voice in her head.  "Very
entertaining."

"Go fuck yourself!" Susan's mind fired back!  

Aaron laughed in her pounding head.  "That sounds a bit ironic considering what
just happened, don't you think?"

Susan slumped down into her chair, feeling helpless and spent.  After a minute
she said, "Well, are you satisfied now?"

Silence....  

"Hello," she said.  "Anybody in there?"  She had to chuckle at that. Aaron was
gone, or at least not answering.  Susan sincerely hoped for the former.

SUSAN WENT ON, as best she could, with her duties for the remainder of the day.
It was getting close to 5:00 PM when she began to think about Mitch and dinner.
She had apparently forgotten what her mouth had said over the phone earlier.
She straightened up her desk, picked up her purse and headed out of her office.

No sooner than she stepped into the hall, she felt a hand grab her ass.  She
knew before she turned who it was.  "Frank, you son of a bitch!" Susan said as
she spun around.  "I told you never to touch me!" she said hostilely.

"Woah, easy, Sugar Cakes," Frank Benton said raising his hands in mock
surrender.

Susan continued to glare at him,  then felt that slight dizzy spell again.

"Now be nice," came the all to familiar voice between her ears.  "I know how
you feel about old Frank here.  Hey, maybe he's really not such a bad guy.
Suppose we find out, what do you say?"

"Oh no, please, no.  Not that," Susan pleaded out loud.  

"Beg pardon, Sweet Thang?" said Frank.  

"N...Nothing, Frank.  I gotta go.  See you tomorrow," Susan said as she hurried
away down the hall toward the open elevator door.

"Where's your sense of adventure, Miss Fowler?" Aaron's voice intoned in her
head.  "I really think you and Mr. Benton should become better friends.  It's
just not right to have such an emotional rift between co-workers.  Why you'll
be making a genuine contribution to company moral."

"No!  No Way!" Susan thought forcefully as she practically began to run down
the hall.  Suddenly, she stopped short as if she had run into an invisible
wall.  She was just a few feet from the waiting elevator. Though that would not
have mattered.

"You know, Frank, there's been something I've been wanting to discuss with you,
if you have a few minutes," Susan heard herself say, as much to her dismay, she
turned and walked slowly back up the hall toward the big man.  She noticed that
her hips were swaying more than normal, and although she couldn't see it, she
had a devilish, sexy kind of expression on her pretty face.

Frank noticed!  

"Sure, sure..Little Lady," he said.  "You're office or mine?" he inquired with
a smile.

To his surprise Susan said, "How about your office, Frank?"  

'My turf, Frank thought.  'I've been waiting a long time for this.' He opened
the door to his office, and Susan helplessly proceeded him inside.

Frank locked the door as soon as it closed.  In an instant, he was on her,
pawing and slobbering.  Susan struggled ineffectually against the bigger,
stronger man.  She was surprised that Aaron would allow her to struggle at all.

Frank smelled of cheep after-shave and B.O.  He forced her against the desk as
he began to maul her chest and ass with his big, rough hands.


"No!  Get off me Frank!" Susan cried.  

"Oh, come on, Sugar Buns, you know you want it.  You've been wantin' old Frank
to give it to you for a long time.  Hell, I saw the way you was lookin' at me
out there in the hallway."  His hand made it up under her dress.  A big smile
spread across Frank Benton's acne scarred face as he realized Susan was not
wearing any panties.  "All ready for me, aren't you?" he said as he pressed
himself against her.


Susan could feel an enormous bulge beneath his cheap, polyester pants. She
began to struggle much harder as Frank's groping hands ran up her ass, grabbing
her firm cheeks and pressing her hips forward against his rising erection.
Susan could feel Franks breath, hot and foul on her face and neck.

'Surely she could struggle harder than this to fend off a rapist,' Susan's
tortured mind cried.  Then suddenly she realized, 'So that was it!  Aaron was
allowing her to struggle just hard enough to excite Frank, but enough to
prevent him from having his way with her.  It didn't matter,' Susan's mind
rebelled.  'There was no way she could let this overweight lout have her.'

Susan tried to scream, but found she couldn't.  She kicked at Frank's shins,
but couldn't seem to connect with her target.  When she felt his pawing hands
on the front of her thighs, Susan thought she would faint.  She clamped her
knees tightly together as Frank's large hand found her pussy mound.

"Mmmmm...don't we feel nice and smooth down there," Frank breathed.  

Susan grunted and tried to bite, but could not seem to reach Frank's face or
neck even though he was right there in front of her.  Her mind wailed as she
felt her legs part slightly allowing one of his course fingers to penetrate
between her pussy lips.

"Ohhhh...ho," Frank cooed.  "Wet aren't we, my juicy little thang."  

Her body was betraying her.   Susan felt desperate and alone.  She spit in
Frank's ugly face.  She was rewarded with a slap across the mouth.  Susan
dropped to her knees in shock.  Frank immediately grabbed a handful of her long
hair, then yanked her head back so that she was staring up at him past his
distended belly.

"Let's give you a good look at old Frank's love muscle, my lovely, little lady.
Then maybe you won't want to struggle so much."  Frank worked with one hand to
withdraw his cock, while with the other he held Susan's head back.  She was
helpless to resist in more ways than one.  Tears formed at the corners of her
brown eyes.  Finally Frank managed to get his trousers unfastened, then dropped
them to his knees.

Out of his soiled boxer shorts, Frank extracted the biggest cock that Susan had
ever seen.  It still was not fully erect, but already it was over nine inches
long and had to be at least two inches in diameter.

"Ain't that a beauty," Frank beamed down as he noticed Susan's startled
expression.  She was still slightly mesmerized by the shear size of him.

"Go on, put it in your mouth," she heard him say.  

"Mmmm...Mmmm." Susan said through tightly clenched lips as she tried to turn
away from the huge organ before her.

"I said, put it in your mouth!" Frank commanded as he shook her painfully by
the hair.

Still, Susan refused to open her mouth as she tried to free herself from his
grasp on her hair.  Frank slapped her again, then grabbed her lower jaw with
his other hand and began to force her mouth open. Susan fought against the
pressure on her jaws desperately, but with Franks strength and Aaron's help she
felt herself losing the battle. Slowly her mouth came open.  Susan could see a
drop of pre-cum glistening on the tip of the enormous instrument heading for
her lips. The next thing she knew, the huge cock was battering at her lips and
teeth.  Susan's lips and teeth quickly lost the battle, allowing Frank to ram
his cock fully into her mouth.

Susan began to gag at the musky taste of him as he tried to force the big rod
down her defenseless throat.  Frank pulled back a little, then rammed Susan's
mouth again, this time sending her head back painfully into the side of the
desk behind.  Then Frank began to fuck her mouth and throat in earnest.  He
placed both his big paws on either side of Susan's face, holding her still so
he could fuck her.  With each thrust of his huge cock, Susan could feel him
penetrate deeper and deeper into her throat.  She gagged and gasped for air
with each withdrawal of the pumping ram rod.  As Frank fucked her mouth, Susan
imagined that she could feel him getting bigger with every thrust. Suddenly
Frank pulled his organ from her convulsing throat and began to chuckle as he
bopped her on the face and mouth with it.

"Baby girl likes Daddy's big weenie, doesn't she?" Frank cooed.  

'It had grown!'  Susan now saw ten to twelve inches of throbbing, blue veined,
fuck muscle before her upturned face.  She had to get away. Frank had released
her hair for the time being, so quickly she lurched to the side, crawling away
from his grasp.  As Susan tried to rise to her feet, she felt her body shift
into slow motion.

Too late, Susan remembered her "Intruder".  If it hadn't been for Aaron, Susan
probably could have made it out of the door to safety, but this was not to be.
As she crawled across the office floor in "slo-mo", Frank took one stride over
to her, then with one hairy arm around her waist and tummy, he dragged her to
her feet, turned her around, then slammed her against his desk.  Pencils and
papers went flying as Susan sprawled out face first on the desk blotter, her
hips striking painfully against the edge of the desk top.

Without a second's pause, Frank stepped behind her.  Susan raised herself up on
her hands and tried to turn away, but the big man grabbed her by the back of
the neck, gruffly saying,  "Old Frank's gonna fuck you now, baby.  I'm gonna
ram this big cock so far up into your sweet belly that you are going to feel it
against the back of your teeth.

"No, please," Susan screamed, ineffectually.  

Once again, she tried to force herself up with her hands.  Frank allowed her
rise a little, but all this accomplished, was to help accentuate the arch in
her back causing Susan's firm, round ass to stick out even more.  She could
feel him begin to rub his huge member against her soft bottom through her
skirt.  Soon the inevitable happened.  Susan felt her skirt lifted, then thrown
up onto her back. Her feet were roughly kicked aside, spreading her shapely
legs.  Susan groaned as she felt the huge cock press against her defenseless
pussy lips.  As usual she had become rather wet down there in spite of herself.
Susan felt Frank rub his prick up and down her wet pussy slit, allowing her
moisture to get him nice and slippery.  Then, without warning, the huge piece
of meat sank into her.

Susan gasped deeply, then threw her head back, further arching her back, as she
felt Frank's monstrous shaft begin its journey up inside her tight canal.  The
head felt as big as a tennis ball inside her. Susan felt him pause, pull back
slightly, then press forward once more.  She gritted her teeth and cried out as
the huge fuck engine forced layer upon layer of her delicate vaginal tissue out
of it's path as it progressed relentlessly into her womb.  Susan shivered all
over.

"Feels good, don't it, little one?" she heard Frank grunt.  

Susan couldn't answer, but instead looked back over her shoulder to see Franks
ugly face leering at her.  Before she looked away, Susan witnessed a chilling
sight.  Although she could feel the head of his cock battering at the very end
of her vaginal canal, she saw that there remained at least four inches of
throbbing cock meat protruding from between her quivering ass cheeks.

Susan opened her mouth to plead with her attacker, but before she could utter a
sound, Frank drew the monster out of her, then slammed his hips forward with
awesome force, driving her against the desk like a rag doll.  Susan's eyes flew
open wide, then she screamed as the huge cock roared back up her protesting
pussy canal, slamming the head against her cervix.  Susan swore later that she
could feel a lump in her throat.  She felt Frank's thighs slap into her ass.
He was all the way inside her.

"Ahhhhhhhhrrrrrrrr....nooooooooooooo......Goddddddd......nooooooooo," Susan
wailed in anguish, her tortured cunt on fire.  She had never felt such pain.
This must be what childbirth is like, only in reverse.  Susan shook and
quivered, impaled on Frank's enormous prick.


Frank let go of her neck.  He knew she wasn't going anywhere.  He brought his
big paws down to her narrow waist just above her hips and pulled her onto him.
Susan could feel the massive organ pulsing deep inside of her.  She realized,
much to her dismay, that her tortured cunt was probably spasming like crazy,
giving him great pleasure.

Frank held still inside of her for what seemed an eternity, before he slowly
began to pull back.  Susan could feel her pussy close down behind his retreat.
Once again as his cock neared the end of her vaginal canal, he rammed it full
force back into her.  After awhile, Frank began to get up a rhythm, and soon
became a regular fucking machine, ramming her over and over, pinioning her
against the desk. Then he reached up, grabbed a handful of her long hair and
pulled back on her head, causing her back to arch painfully.  Using her hair
like a pair of reins, Frank rode her like a bucking mare.

Suddenly Susan felt his already huge cock begin to swell.  She knew what that
meant.  "Please don't cum inside me.  Please!" the helpless, young woman
moaned.

"Oh yeah, Baby.  Frank's gonna plant his seed deep in your belly, and there is
nothing you can do about it.  You are going to take all of my cum up in there,
right into your warm, dark womb.  Next time that yuppy boy friend of your gets
lucky, he's gonna dip the tip of his dick in my cum."

Susan began to struggle again, feebly, trying to free herself from Frank's cock
before it was too late. Sensing her attempt to escape, Frank reached forward,
then grabbing Susan by her tits, he stood straight up, leaned back and shoved
his hips forward.  This in effect, dragged the helpless girl off the desk and
up against him.  Susan squealed in pain as her feet left the floor and her
entire weight bore down on the monster shaft inside her.   Susan hung suspended
on Frank's cock.  Deep inside, Susan felt herself move as Frank's huge cock
invaded still farther into her soft belly, re-arranging her internal organs to
facilitate it's presence.

Frank began to jerk his hips, bouncing her on his shaft.  Susan was beyond
struggling.  As she bounced up and down on the huge cock, her belly swollen
beyond belief and her pretty head flopping around on her shoulders, she felt
her pussy begin to tighten.

"Oh yeah, baby. I feel ya," said Frank from over her shoulder.  He kept
bouncing and bouncing.  "I feel that little pussy getting tighter and hotter.
Come on, baby, cum for me...cum for me."  Frank humped her faster now, Susan's
limp legs hanging down in front of him.  She was totally helpless now, gripped
in the throws of her rising orgasm. As Susan felt herself begin to glow, she
also felt the huge cock inside her jerk once, swell to an unimaginable size,
causing her to grunt loudly, then literally erupt with what felt like a geyser
of cum.  Susan thought she was going to be blown right through the ceiling, the
force of Frank's ejaculation was so great.  Her body shook as she also
climaxed, dangling, as if crucified, on the huge cock.  Susan cried out in her
pain and pleasure, but no one heard.

"Not bad, Susan," she heard Aaron say at the edge of her consciousness.  "I
think I'm really going to enjoy working with you," he said.  Susan was too weak
and spent to even think of a reply. Besides, Frank was still fucking away
merrily, still jerking her limp body up and down on his monster cock.  Susan
thought dreamily that she had always been this way.  Suspended on a cock, her
feet off the floor.  Just floating.....floating.....

WHEN SUSAN REGAINED CONSCIOUSNESS, she was alone in her own office slumped in
her chair behind her desk.  It was dark outside.  She looked at her watch.  It
was 10:00 PM.  She tried to get up, but her weak legs collapsed beneath her and
she fell to one knee beside the desk.  Susan struggle to stand, feeling ashamed
and depraved as memories of the afternoon washed over her unbidden.  'I just
want to go home,' she thought.  She limped to the door and left the office,
leaving the lights on and the door open.  She found her car in the garage and
started home.  As she left the parking lot, she heard the voice in her head
again.

"Well, Susan, we've had a busy day, haven't we?"  

"Fuck off, Aaron!" she said.  "Why are you doing this to me?  Why did you let
Frank rape me?  Why not just make me fuck him?"

"So many questions," he said.  "I am doing this to you because I want to, and
because I am able to," Aaron continued coldly.  "I let Frank rape you, because
I want to drill into your psyche the feelings of powerlessness.  If we are
going to work together, you are going to have to understand powerlessness,
Susan.  Your mind and body belong to me, to do with as I please.  In the
following weeks or months, we are going to have a lot of adventures together
and with others," Aaron continued ominously.  "You may struggle if you wish.
In fact, I rather like it when you do, but you will never win, my dear.  You
are mine, totally."

Susan began to shiver at the coldness in his ghostly voice.  Tears began to
form once again in her big, brown eyes as she headed home for a much needed
nights sleep.  She thought....

AS SUSAN CRAWLED wearily into her bed, she tried to make herself as comfortable
as possible.  The dog collar around her neck was a little on the tight side.
She rolled onto her side and tried to get some sleep.  'This is not going to be
easy,' Susan thought as she felt the two electric vibrators in...  THE END

                               Comments welcomed.
                             Regards... The Cruiser

