Date: Wed, 09 May 2001 20:14:46
From: Nancy Parkin <nancyp31@hotmail.com>
Subject: Cassandra's Way

This, as I am sure you will appreciate, is pure fiction.  The inspiration
came from 'The Stacks' contributions from Cassandra Works.  Are you
surprised?  What is going to happen to us girls?  Please tell me how you
like it.

	My heels click as I walk up the steps to the main door as I do every
morning, seeing the letter's 'Women's Social Council' emblazoned over the
entrance.  Today is going to be different, I know it.  It's lovely and warm,
the sun is shining and I'm glad she's told me to wear just a loose summer
dress, buttoned at the back, and my brief panties.  I go into the library
where I work and say "Hi" to Sarah, who is sorting some books at the
counter.  She looks lovely this morning in a sleeveless white blouse, her
blonde hair swept back and the blueness of her eyes accentuated by the
clear, fair skin of her face.
	She looks up and smiles.  "Hi Nancy!" she calls.  Everything is wonderful.
It's one of those days.
	"Happy birthday," Cassandra's message said this morning.  "I am leaving
your present at your desk.  Better open it in the loo."  I feel I little
surprised.  It isn't my birthday.  I was 26 only last month.  It seems she
has other ideas.
	There is the parcel on my desk.  I pick it up and walk round to the loo
with my handbag.  Nobody is around yet, but Cassandra gets such ideas I
think it's better to open it in a stall.  I undo the wrapping and find her
note with a plain box with no markings.
	Her note says, "Put it on and throw the box away.  I can control this with
my machine.  You won't see me, but I'll see you. Our little secret!  Have a
nice day, sweetie!"
	I open the box and there's a complicated vibrator inside.  There's a long
dildo section, not too thick, encased in a thin plastic sheath, which flops
about loosely around it.  The base is wider and extended at one side,
obviously to cover the whole vulva entrance.  There are two straps at the
side connected to another to fit around the waist.  Oh my, Cassandra!  What
are you up to now?
	I look at it and inspect it thoroughly and feel excited at the very idea of
it.  I lift up my skirt after undoing a couple of the lower buttons and slip
down my panties.  I start from behind, pulling the ends of the belt round my
waist and fastening the buckle loosely.  I bring the instrument up between
my thighs.  Carefully I insert the dildo section into my vagina, opening
myself up by rubbing the tip around my entrance for a little while.  My
excitement mounts as I feel it sliding through the entrance and into my
body.  I buck my thighs around it to feel it inside me.  I pull the other
part of the base over the lips of my vulva, covering my clitoris, and I
fasten the belt.  A feeling surges through me and I pull the belt as tightly
to me as I can and then do up the buckle.  The supporting straps pass
through loops on the belt and I pull these tight so the instrument presses
firmly between my thighs.
	I stand up straight in the cubicle, my legs apart.  Oh, gosh!  What a
sensation!  How am I going to dare to wear this all day?  I drop down the
lid and sit on the loo with my legs together.  It feels quite comfortable.
It fits easily in my vagina and I can squirm a little to make contact with
it and press it against different parts of the walls.  I move my lips to let
the head slip easily between them.  A bulge presses around the entrance to
my vagina and another shape on to my clitoris.  Mmm, what a secret!  I
decide to slip my panties into my handbag and to leave the bottom button of
the skirt to my dress undone.  I feel around to get an idea of its shape.  I
think if I pass water it will trickle all around and wet everything.  I will
have to keep my dress clear and mop up carefully afterwards.
	I open the door and walk to the bin to deposit the wrappings.  I have to
wear the thing now because I don't think it will fit in my handbag if I took
it off.  I walk around the loo to get the feel of wearing it.  It's snug and
comforting at the moment.  It's the idea of it, which is so sexy.  There's
no movement or other sensation. I look at myself in the long mirror.  My
skirt is wide and there is no sign of the belt and straps.  Nobody will know
what I'm wearing underneath.
I walk into the library and see that Natalie has come and she's talking to
Sarah.  She looks stunning.  Everyone looks stunning to me today.  She is a
brunette, slim and of average height with lovely firm breasts. Her short
hair curls forward over her ears and she uses deep red lipstick.  She is
wearing a neat black dress with short sleeves and a wide belt.
	I move towards them cautiously, very aware of what is between my thighs.
"Hi Natalie!" I call, trying to sound surprised.
	"Hi Nancy!" she smiles to me.
	"Natalie is helping out today," Sarah explains.
	"Oh lovely!" I exclaim.  A steady stream of women uses the library all
through the day.  We can usually manage easily but it's nice to have someone
else to talk to.  Natalie is always lively and full of fun.  The time will
pass very pleasantly.
	We chat for a few minutes and I feel very self-conscious about what I'm
wearing.  The belt is very tight and a constant reminder of it, as is the
pressure between my legs.  The thing penetrating me keeps me feeling sexy
and I'm giggling at everything.  Then people start to come in and we have
more to do.  The vibrator is very still.  I'm getting used to the pressure
of the implement between my legs and its intrusion inside me.  I work at my
computer for some time and deal with people at the counter.  They are always
asking for advice on books.  As time passes I seem to develop an awareness
between my legs.  It is difficult to decide if it's just the presence of the
implement or if it's beginning to get active.  It gives me a thrill and I
feel my breath becoming a little heavier and this is more noticeable when I
talk.  Soon it becomes obvious that the thing is really working.  I feel a
buzzing sensation around the ring pressing on to my opening.  I know the
dildo section is also vibrating and if I move myself around I can get it to
press on to the walls of my vagina.  A little sensation of pulsations begins
to affect my clitoris.  It's making me excited.  My breathing is heavier.
Then the thought occurs to me that it is Cassandra who is doing this.  I
feel even sexier know.  I know she gets a thrill when she feels she is
controlling me and I love her to do it.  I imagine her watching me from
somewhere - I don't know where - and manipulating the controls of her
machine to send these sensations to me.  She will be excited herself when
she does it.  I think she is using me to stimulate her own pleasure.
	I'm becoming embarrassed when I have to deal with people.  I'm confused by
the procedure of registering the books out and in.  Sarah keeps beside me
and makes sure I do everything properly.  She sees that I read the bar codes
with the machine on the books and on the readers' membership cards and that
I record everything correctly.  It's just as well. I do it all the time, but
today I seem to be confused, especially when the thing suddenly springs into
life and sends waves of sensation through my body.  It makes me jump but I
try to control myself and hide it from everybody.
A younger girl comes to the counter.  She asks me if there is anything on
menstruation.  I advise her to go to the Kotex site on the Internet. I ask
her if she has a particular problem.  She is a lovely girl, dark haired,
slim and with an intense expression.  The dildo starts to get more active.
Cassandra is getting me excited so that I will be attracted to the girl. I
know.  I would love to help her.  She says she doesn't have a problem, but
just wants to get to know more.  I think she is blushing slightly.  I am
sure there is something worrying her.  I'm dying to know what it is but she
isn't going to tell me.  I'm disappointed.  I repeat my suggestion about the
web site and I advise her to look for others.  She thanks me and goes on her
way.
The vibrations die down for a few minutes and I get back to normal. A lady
comes to the counter and she's really dishy.  Late thirties, wavy golden
hair, lovely smile and full figure, she asks me quietly about lesbian
fiction.  "Lucy told me to mention her name," she says.  "She's a close
friend."  She gives me a knowing smile.
I have known Lucy for ages and she often comes for advice about this sort of
book.  "Do you just want to take out some of ours?"  I ask.
"Yes, for a start," she answers.
I lead her to the section, which is in a quiet corner.  We have a good
selection.  I ask her what her interests are and show her all we have.  As I
talk I feel the thing buzzing more between my legs.  My excitement grows,
whilst I look at her face, watching the interest she shows in the various
authors.  Cassandra will know that I find the lady very attractive.  I'm
that sort of girl.
"I think I'm mainly interested in romance at the moment," she says.  "I like
to read about active women."
The activity between my thighs becomes more intense.  My breathing becomes
heavier.  I'm sure she can notice.  I take a volume down have I read
recently.
"This one is about two women who fall deeply in love at work," I explain.
"They make very passionate love to each other and it is described in
detail."  I am almost gasping now, the feeling is so intense in my lower
abdomen.  I adore this lady and I want her to take me.
"Is it very erotic?" she asks.
"OH!" I cry, as an orgasm bursts through my body. "Yes, yes!"  I lean
against the shelves to steady myself, the feeling is so intense. Cassandra
has made me cum in front of a lovely woman.  I know she has done it
deliberately.
"Really? You can certainly recommend it, can't you, dear?" she laughs.
"I'll take it and let you know."
The machine is still now, but waves of pleasure roll across my front from my
vagina and clitoris to my breasts.  She leans forward and kisses me,
stroking my hip and passing her hand over my butt.  I'm dazed by the burst
of passion released through my body and I don't realise what is happening.
It isn't easy to realise that an orgasm has just taken over me in front of
her.
Natalie comes round the end of the bookcase and says: "I'll look after you,
Madam.  Nancy is having quite an active day herself today."
The lady smiles at me.  "She certainly is," she says, patting my side and
kissing me again.  "Enjoy yourself, dear.  You're very pretty and you
deserve it."
"Natalie smiles at me as well.  "Why don't you sit down for a minute,
Nancy," she suggests.  "You'll be better soon."
She puts her hand on my bottom and guides me to my chair.  I am sure she can
feel the straps I am wearing.  Sarah smiles at me too.  "Sit down, Nancy,"
she says.
I sit down and think.  It is very apparent that they all know what is
happening to me and that the little secret I share with Cassandra is common
knowledge.  They are all very sympathetic and want me to have a good time.
Perhaps they are getting a thrill themselves, knowing what is happening to
me.  I think I would.
Natalie registers the loan of the book for the lady and she leaves, giving
me a wave.  "Goodbye dear," she smiles.  "Thank you for your help."
I wave in acknowledgement.  I have recovered my composure now and the thing
is vibrating quite gently.  The orgasm has left me feeling quite horny,
though, and the realisation that everybody knows about me makes me feel
confident.  There is a pile of books on the shelf at the back of the counter
waiting for someone to return them to their places on the shelves. I feel I
have to move about now and so I take a few and look for their proper
positions.  I walk around with firm steps, enjoying the excited feelings
across my abdomen, in my breasts and nipples and between my thighs.  I
notice one or two people are watching me and I like that.  When I have to
reach for the higher shelves the activity of the vibrator increases and this
gives me a special thrill.  My arms are stretched out above my head and
ripples of pleasure run through me. I know that Cassandra is having fun with
me.  I'm conscious of moisture around the thing covering my vulva.
My level of excitement is higher now so I go back to my place and sit on a
stool, opening the back of my skirt and lifting the hem so that my bare skin
is in contact with the seat.  I know that it is completely hidden from view
by the counter.  I'm getting a thrill from my contact with the material of
the seat and the vibrator is buzzing inside me.  I'm increasing my arousal
by writhing my thighs on the seat to bring the surface of the machine into
contact with different parts of the wall of my vagina.  I'm bucking my hips
and legs to a rhythm and the movements are getting faster and more vigorous.
  Now I'm panting and moaning under my breath.
Suddenly Natalie calls, "Nancy, will you hold the steps, please. This goes
on the top shelf."
I'm a little embarrassed.  I may be too high to move now.  I stand up and my
dress falls over my legs.  The top of the stool is very wet.  I walk over to
Natalie, staggering a little and I have to hold on to the steps to steady
myself.  The vibrator is buzzing inside me so wildly that I think people
must be able to hear it.  The feeling in my clitoris and vagina is intense
and it's spreading over my body.  I cannot be far from another orgasm and
I'm yearning for fulfilment.  My breathing is heavy.
Natalie must realise the state I'm in because she says, "Oh Nancy! You need
to lie down. Come with me."
She propels me with her hand over my back to a door, which is usually
locked. She opens it and takes me inside.  I have been in before and know
that it leads to a small room used as a store, but with a couch in the
centre.
Natalie unbuttons my dress and slips it off my shoulders. "Best not to spoil
this," she explains with a smile.  "Now, why don't you lie down, dear?"
I sit on the couch and lie back with relief.  I pull into the centre and
open my thighs as the intense feelings between them demand.  I close my eyes
and enjoy the ravishing sensations in my body.  I feel Natalie connect
something to the thing between my legs.  She starts to pump and I get the
feeling that the dildo in my vagina is getting bigger.  I realise that the
plastic sheath is filling up with some fluid and swelling out.  I feel my
vagina stretch out and the dildo extends further inside me.  I moan and open
out my thighs to receive it, loving the sensation of the big thing inside
me.  Natalie soon has it as big as it will go.
"There you are, dear.  Enjoy yourself," she coos.
I know that I shall reach my orgasm very soon.  I'm very near and I'm
longing for it.  The sensation is different now.  I love the big hard thing
penetrating my body, but it's not vibrating. The fluid does not let the
movement of the inside reach the wall of my vagina.  The buzzing sensations
are in my entrance, over my lips and, most of all, on my clitoris.  The
thing is humming steadily and, now that I'm still and letting them have
their effect on me, my excitement is growing all the time.
Someone else comes in.  "Isn't she pretty?" I hear a voice exclaim, maybe
Natalie.
"Such a beautiful body, such a lovely colour," was that Sarah?
I'm adoring the sensations and longing for fulfilment, but I am still happy
in this state.  After some minutes I sense a change.  I seem to be giving
out as well as receiving.  My orgasm has started, slowly, gently.
"She's cumming now," someone says.
The feelings become more intense.  I stretch out my whole body to receive
all the rapture I can.  The big dildo is the centre of my existence, parting
my thighs, penetrating my body.  My clitoris is radiating waves of delight
across the whole of me, to my breasts and down my thighs.  I'm quivering in
ecstasy all over.  I cannot imagine greater pleasure.  It goes on and on.
Now I'm seeking something even more.  I want to enjoy the sensation of the
dildo on the surface of my vagina.  I squirm my thighs against the big thing
inside me and feel it in me more.  The pleasure increases and makes me want
more.  I squirm with it and against it harder and harder.  The more I do so
the higher the delight, making me seek to increase it.  The think takes over
me and I lose control of myself.  I'm wild.  I'm struggling desperately, out
of control, only seeking more of this glorious feeling.  Helplessly, I
become rigid and then everything explodes in spasms shaking my body.
Violent pain wracks my front as I twist helplessly and this adds even
greater rapture.  The dildo is trapped somehow.   I'm shaking and shivering.
  Now it's becoming less and stopping.  Now I'm stiff again, lying still on
the couch as before, the big dildo the centre of my being.  The vibrations
on my clitoris and the outside of my vulva are weak.  I am still in the
orgasmic state, though, and the thing is in control of me.  It's a great
joy, which fills my whole being and it's going on and on.  Now I want some
more again and I remember the violence I have just receive.  I squirm myself
restlessly against the dildo again and I feel the same sensations.  I know I
can climax again.  I'm continuing to writhe and squirm so that my vagina
pumps the dildo.  It's taking over again.  My movements are uncontrollable.
I give in to them with delight, wanting a repeat of the climax and the
wonderful pain.  It's coming.  I go rigid.  I explode.  The pain.  It isn't
good now.  It's too much, but I can't help it. I want it to stop, but it
won't.  It's dying down.  I'm still again.  The vibrations have stopped.
I'm stiff once more, lying still and the orgasm is going on.  It's
controlling me.  The sensation is wonderful, but I fear the pain.  It's a
long time.  I'm rubbing myself against the dildo again and I can't stop it.
I'm trying not to because of the pain last time.  It's going on and on and
I'm fighting against it.  Now it's the climax.  It's not as strong.  The
spasms are coming but they are weaker and there is not much pain.  They stop
and I'm relaxed, but still the feeling of orgasm is there.  There's
something else.  A feeling in the background of calmness, of grained
darkness, illuminated by different colours and shades.  It's taking over.  I
feel the dildo in the centre of me and I want to feel more.  I'm rubbing
myself against it again to stimulate myself.  The excitement builds up
again, more and more.  It's going to be wonderful.  I'll take the pain.  But
it doesn't go any further.  It's lovely but then it dies down.  It's all the
grained darkness now.  The colours come and go.  Green. Yellow.  Orange.
Red.  ........

Someone is brushing my lips with hers.  Mmmmmm....
"Are your ok Nancy," she whispers.
"Yes Cassandra," I murmur.  "I'm fine.
"I knew I could cum like that if somebody helped me.
"Thank you."
Well, I am having a lovely birthday!