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From: an229316@anon.penet.fi (An Inmate)
Date: Mon, 31 Jul 1995 08:39:54 UTC
Subject: Security Collections Inc. (F,M,horse)

		      Security Collections Inc.
				  by
			      An Inmate

	The night was quiet, the moon was not out and the stars shone
with unnatural brilliance in the sky. The wind was whispering quietly
as I slowly approached the fence. Beyond this one barrier lay my
quest. I had looked over the area for the past four months and mapped
out the area and all the buildings. I even was able to find out the
times the guards would make their rounds of the buildings. They were
not a major concern, since it was only one building I was interested
in. I had approached from different ways many times seeking the
best way in and out, I took note of all possible hiding areas should
the need arise.

	Slowly, I eased between the strands of the fence and moved to
a large pile of debris. Scanning the area, I saw the three guards on
swing shift were leaving and the three new ones for graveyard shift had
just come on.

	So far, so good. I knew pretty well that one of the guards
would head to the main building and stay there for the night,
endlessly patrolling the interior. The second guard would stay at the
front gate all night and the third would patrol. I knew this guard
well, he would do one quick patrol and then sit in the boiler room for
the next 6 hours and then make a three building check and then come to
the front along with the first guard.

	The first guard took off and I could see him climbing the
steps to the main building.The next one started his patrol as the
second settled at the gate with a magazine. I then moved to a small
collection of hay bales that were covered. I quickly ducked under the
tarp as I saw a vehicle approaching the gate. Quickly arranging
myself, I peeked out and saw three men talking to the guard.

	Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of something
moving. I tried to find it again, but whatever it was had
disappeared. Looking again to the gate, I saw that the third guard had
returned and was also talking to the three from the truck. The second
guard then pointed in my direction.

	"Damn," I thought. "First time and I get caught."

	The truck started up and I moved back into the bales. I had
just finished wriggling to the other side when I heard the truck pass
by.

	Since I could also see from this side, I peeked out and saw as
the truck pulled up to the building I was interested in. The men got
out and the guard unlocked the door and they all went in.

	I cursed myself for not noticing or realizing that this
building might be also locked even with the guards around. I knew what
the building held and yet failed to consider that the owners would
think of putting in a second line of protection. The large roll-up
door opened and one of the men came out and backed it into the
building as the headlights pointed directly at the spot I was at, I
held still and waited.

	About thirty minutes later, I heard the truck motor start and
heard it pull out of the building. I slowly eased up the tarp and
peeked out again. The roll-up door was being closed and the guard was
standing near it, until it closed. He then headed back to the gate as
the truck pulled away from the building. I didn't see the guard
relocking the door, so I decided to take a long shot and check.

	The truck pulled up to the gate and the gate guard was working
on some papers that the driver had given him. Both of the guards were
looking into the back of the truck as I moved out, away from the hay,
and headed to the door of the building. Reaching it, I grabbed the
knob and turned it slowly, it clicked and opened. I stepped in and
immediately closed and locked the door behind me.

	Taking a breather to calm myself and to let my eyes get used
to the darkness, I withdrew my small penlight to get a better look at
the door locks. I saw that there was only one and the door knob was
not the lockable type. Turing off the light, I then turned back and
closed my eyes to help them get used to the darkness.

	I heard the sound of footsteps outside and froze. The steps
came to the door and stopped. I heard the jingling of keys and quickly
turning on the penlight, flashed it around quickly looking for a place
to hide. Seeing nothing, I then turned to the door and as it opened I
would throw my weight on it and then run like hell hoping I stunned
the guard.

	I took up a sprinter's stance and waited with my muscles
quivering. The knob turned and the guard pulled on it. I heard a chuckle
and the guard laughed. He then pushed and pulled on the door and then
the jingling of keys moved away. I was correct in guessing he had not
locked the door shut and he thought he didn't also and came by to
check.

	The jingling faded away and I knew that he probably considered
his earlier entrance was enough of a patrol. Slowly, very slowly I
began to breathe normally. My eyes had now become adjusted to the
gloom and darkness and I could now make out shapes.

	I then realized I was in the feed area of the building and
would have to walk to the other side. Slowly, feeling my way, I
started on my quest.

	It took me about twenty minutes to reach the other side of the
building, I could now see the area quite well and took it in. Standing
near the beginning of a collection of stalls, I had now arrived at the
place I had hoped to be, the place where I wished to be for so long, I
had made it into the one building that housed the famous Budweiser
Clydesdale Breeding Stallions.

	I smiled to myself, luck had been needed for this and I had
drawn a royal flush. I had almost thrown in my hand and now I would
have in hand (shortly) some of the best this breed had to offer.
Slowly I made my way down the stalls using the penlight to see what
was in each stall. I quickly found the first of ten stallions that
were used.

	Slowly, I opened its door and slipped in.

	The stallion had been asleep and at the door opening, had come
awake. These horses, (like all others) stood on their legs and
slept. I had taken one of the jackets that had been hanging on a peg
nearby and slipped it on to help me get closer to this stud. I figured
that it would recognize the smell from the jacket and be calmer and
allow me to do what i came for with little problem.

	I had also brought with me a bag of carrots and some sugar
cubes.

	Approaching the horse, I let it have one of the carrots. It
quickly devoured it and then thrust its nose at me. I started to
stroke his forehead and quietly mumbled what a nice horsie he was.

	I then started to caress its face and then moved to the neck,
rubbing gently, I then was standing against him when he turned
suddenly.

	I backed off quickly and waited, he then came to me again and
I started rubbing him again. I was getting aroused by this time. "Such
a proud body," I thought. "You are one of a long line of such a
wonderful tradition." I then removed a small battery operated massager
and strapped it to my hand and turned t on. The faint buzz made his
ears prick up and he nuzzled my hand. I started to rub his head and
then moved to his neck.

	He was quite calm now and then I moved to his side and
continued to move my hand over his back in slow sweeping strokes. He
nodded his head and then I moved to the side. He stepped around a bit
but soon was again calm. Then, I took a big step and moved to his
belly, I leaned against him as I did this. He again nodded his head
and then I moved further down and between his legs. It was at this
point I had been congratulating myself for my success when I head a
crunch out in the passageway.

	Quickly, I turned off the vibrator and eased into a hidden
corner of the stall. My heart was going a mile a minute. I heard
another crunch and then a voice talking in the stall right next to me.
I leaned near and listened.

	"Ohhh, you're such a nice horsie," the voice said.

	I noticed the tonal quality at once and knew it was a woman.
Knowing that there was nobody there except the guards, I found the
possibility that somebody else in here doing possibly the same as I
was laughable.

	I had to put my hand tightly over my mouth to keep from
chuckling.

	Then I heard nothing for a while and then a long whinny, then
came the sound of somebody trying to suppress a coughing fit. I again
had to put my hand over my mouth, it was getting a lot funnier
imagining the reaction of this female when the stallion came. I had
seen one time a flick that showed what happened when a horse
ejaculated.

	Knowing this, I had learned to be very careful. I listened
further as she was again talking to the horse.

	"Damn fella, you almost broke my jaw and tried to choke me
with your load!" she said.

	It was at this point, I nearly fell over laughing. Putting out
my hand, I knocked over a bucket I didn't notice. Suddenly, it became
deathly quiet. Not a sound for a long moment.

	Then over the soft breathing of the horse, I heard a sound
that struck fear in me. I heard the sound of a set of keys jingling
and coming closer to the stalls.

	"Dammit," I thought. "Of all the lousy luck. I get a chance to
make a big score and this has to happen." Thinking quickly, I went to
the door of the stall, opened it and looked out.

	I didn't see anything and then I stepped out further and at
the same time I saw the other stall door open also. Quickly closing
the door, I stepped behind the woman and as she cleared the door, I
grabbed her and clamped my hand over her mouth. She struggled until I
told her to quit, otherwise we would both be caught. She quickly
stopped and then in a whisper asked what should we do. I pulled out my
penlight and spotted a small area to hide in. By this time the
jingling had gotten closer and the guard came around the corner out of
the other passageway just seconds after we pulled a tarp over us.

	The guard came into the area and stopped. He then turned on
some lights and started to go from stall to stall. He found the bucket
I had knocked over and cussed about people leaving stuff lying around
that could end up hurting the horses. Then I could hear a subtle
change in his voice, it became smooth as he started talking to the
horse. The talking continued for a bit and then stopped. I peeked out
and couldn't see him. Then I heard his voice again.

	"C'mere fella," he said, "I really like the way you guys move."

	That just about killed me, here in this building were three
people engaged in the attempt of getting these stallions to come. I
pointed to the stall and made the motions as to him giving head to the
horse.

	The woman then pulled out a camera and smiled. I nodded and we
both quietly and quickly approached the stall. I peeked in and could
see the horse had turned and the guard had his mouth full. I smiled
and motioned the woman to take the picture when I pulled open the
door.

	I whipped open the door and she shot off three quick ones and
then I slammed the door and we both ran for the other entrance.

	"Hi, the name's Hawk Winslow," I said

	"Alice Fremont here," she replied

	Behind us, the guard was shouting something. We soon were at
the door I originally came in and I opened it and looked out. Nobody
around. We both then shot across the open area to the fence and just
leaped over it and continued on running. I reached my vehicle and she
asked for a ride.

	As we were heading down the road, an idea came to me. When I
told her about it, she said it would be worth a shot to try it. It
took a couple more days, but we got the name and address of the guard
and soon we were knocking on the door to his apartment. He didn't
recognize us and then I showed him one of the pictures. His face went
white and he staggered a bit.

	I pushed my way in with Alice following me. After discussing
the proposal with him, we left and let him take care of details at his
end. We had both applied to the company the next day and were hired to
replace both the night guards that were caught drinking on the job.

	Our first night there, I laid down the law.

	"We will not patrol the upper building as it is now alarmed," I
said

	"Next, only one of us will be with the horses at any time. The
others will monitor the area for anybody else." Finally, you will
not, repeat, not swallow the cum. I can sell it to a lot of people for
a very good price."

	"I guess I have to agree with that," said Tom, the remaining
guard. "You guys have me over a barrel."

	I pulled out the three pictures and tore them up in front of
him.

	"Not anymore, we will all be an equal partner in this
operation," I replied.

	"What kind of money are we looking at," asked Alice.

	"About fifty thou a year at first," I replied. "It might go up
and down but that will be the general price range, plus, now that I
can offer choice of stallion, the price should stay steady."

	"Hard to hide that kind of money," said Tom "Not that I'm
against it at all."

	"Not at all," I said. "I recently registered our new company
with us as the sole employees and officers of it.

	"O.K.," said Alice, "I'll ask the question, what are we calling
this company?"

	"Simple," I replied smiling. "We will call it Security
Collections Inc."

	The log showed that we were a bit late starting our rounds
that first night.

			     The End
