| " | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\tA few months after videos of Indigo starting circulating the deep web, Fiona was contacted by her benefactors. Apparently a fan of her work had contacted them, wishing to give the deer woman a new toy of his own design. The package had been shipped to them already, and the other woman had brought it to their house. Fiona was flattered; she hadn't expected to get this kind of fan interaction, at least not before her plans came to fruition... She happily accepted, eager to see what she had received and how she could put it to use... Bringing the large box up to her daughter's room, she walked over to the girl's bed and smiled. Indigo was tied to the bed, just as she'd left her the night before; a small puddle of the girl's juices under her from the eggs she'd left in her the night before. It was clear that the cub had barely slept, having been kept up by the stimulation until the batteries had finally given out and she passed out from exhaustion. Fiona knelt over the prone girl, pulling the spent vibrators out and dragging her tongue through the girl's tortured slit. A purr passed through her mouth; the cub's juices were still fresh and quite plentiful. It seemed she had timed the vibrators just as she'd intended, only recently giving out. She attacked the girl's pussy, digging her tongue in as far as she could. Indigo barely stirred within her binding, so exhausted was she from her previous ordeal; still her body responded as it had been trained to do, generating more of her juices and throbbing slightly against the intruder. Of all the girls she had tasted, Indigo was by far the sweetest. How lucky she was to have access to this delicious cunt whenever she desired... After she had her fill of cub juice, Fiona turned her attention back to the package. Inside the crate was a wooden horse, complete with a head and tail. While the horse's painted-on face was a little off-putting, what really caught her attention was the indentation in the horse's "back". Rather than being flush like a normal wooden horse, this one had what appeared to be a wheel lined with fleshy nubs in it, situated just high enough that the person sitting on it would have the nubs pressing into crotch. A cursory glance through the rest of the crate showed that, as she assumed, the little wheel was electric; a small controller with a speed dial was included with the horse. Fiona's smile grew into a vicious grin. She would have to thank this anonymous fan should she ever get the chance, and what better way than to put this delightfully unsettling new toy to the test right then and there...? * * * Indigo groaned as feeling began to return to her worn-out body. Last night had been rougher than usual for her. The older girl Lina had been there, once again forcing her "lessons" upon her while her mother forced her to lick them both over and over... She lost count of how many times she'd had that terrible squeezy feeling, but eventually the two were satisfied. Mommy had promised her she would get a good night's sleep for being such a good little slut, but even that had been a lie... Fiona had tied her into her bed, as she always did, but before she left for the night she'd pushed two of the little shaky eggs into her where she couldn't push them back out... Her arms and legs were still sore, as they usually were when she first woke up, but that was nothing compared to the throbbing ache in her abused little crotch. The terrible eggs had kept her up all night, forcing overwhelming sensations on her until they finally, mercifully, fell silent in her... When she was asleep, the pain and soreness and the... other stuff all went away. All she wanted to do was sleep again... Reluctantly, she opened her eyes. She was surprised to find she was no longer in her bed. She was upright now, her arms tied together behind her back. Her legs were strapped down to... something, holding her in an upright position atop it. Something in her seat was pressing into her already sore crotch. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught the blinking red light of her mother's camera trained on her. A tiny whimper past her lips and tears already began welling in her eyes. What it was that she was on no longer mattered. If her mother was recording it, she was sure it was going to be painful... "Good morning, slut," Fiona said in her twisted, motherly voice. "I hope you like your new toy..."\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t