Date: Wed, 09 May 2001 20:14:46 From: Nancy Parkin 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!