"It is a beginning to my prize, but we must go on with the game."
Lenora came down suddenly on her knees, her face quite pale with emotion, and her hands buried deeply within her own wet soft cunt. "I tell you, blonde woman, there is more to come; there are better games and better pets. We must not spend all of our energy in one shop!"
Lenora shivered visibly, then got hold of herself, she clapped her hands together once more. Each raccoon stopped in the midst of his appointed activity. Three curiously masked little animal faces turned to look at their mistress.
Sure now of their attention, the passionate gypsy clapped her hands together sharply three times.
The furry little bandits waddled obediently back to their cage, which Lenora then locked and covered once again.
"We must go on to the next cage in our game."
Lenny half rose from her supine position on the bed. She saw the oppressive passion in Lenora's eyes and felt slightly afraid for an instant. There was something resembling witchcraft in this woman's sexual power.
Their eyes met and held.
"The next box!" Lenora demanded harshly.
"Ohhh!" Lenny moaned, she had enjoyed the last group of animals so much that she was almost reluctant to leave them. Besides, she felt the wave of desire sweeping through her, desire to become completely intimate with this almost supernaturally sensual gypsy woman.
"The next cage houses even greater delights, we must not fail the ritual of our game. We will be disappointed in ourselves if we do not move on while we still have the strength."
Lenny nodded, of course this wild woman was right. The idea of missing out on a new and more bizarre delight was dismaying in the very thought, there was no question that Lenny would kick herself the next day, if she was small enough to be satisfied with the hors d'oeuvre when the main course had not yet been served!
Lenora reached down to help the blonde beauty up from the exotic mattresses.
"You are lovely, Lenny Morgan."
"I fell into this strange mood, just then, Lenora, I didn't mean to delay the game."
A kind smile crossed the gypsy lips. "Don't worry, it is true that when one gets involved in the games of gypsy love, it is sometimes difficult not to fall into a trance of passion. But we must miss nothing together, this morning."
Lenny gasped as she saw that the next cage was even bigger than the last. What kind of gigantic animal was housed in the ornate box?
"You see the cage," Lenora said in a chanting voice, "you know that the animal is large. I will tell you that there is only one animal in this next cage!"
Lenny covered her eyes with still trembling fingers. She concentrated as best as she could, trying to think of a question that might give her a clue to the identity of the animal.
"Is it an animal that walks on four legs?"
Lenora picked the panties from the floor, where the busy little raccoon had left them after pulling them apart and tossing them aside in his haste to get at her lover's wet cunt.
"Yes," Lenora murmured, staring at the fine silk cloth. "It is an animal that walks on four legs."
"Hmmm," Lenny bent her head forward and pressed her hands more firmly against her eyes in concentration. "Let me see."
"No! No!" the gypsy woman's eyes sparkled madly, "I cannot let you see!"
Lenny did not feel like laughing this time. The game was still wonderfully exciting, but a new urgency had entered into its ritual.
"Is it an animal that you might find out in the West?" Lenny was grasping for straws.
"Yes."
In puzzled desperation Lenny wondered what kind of an animal could be housed in a cage that small. It could not be a horse. The cage was simply too small for that.
"Is it a wild animal?" Lenny had sudden fears that she might be about to meet up with a mountain lion or a panther.
Lenora's voice was soothing in its response.
"No," the gypsy crooned, "no my lovely darling. The animal is not a wild animal, except in its love for you."
Lenny's questions were all used up now. She turned and paced thoughtlessly for a moment, and tried to ease her mind to come up with the right answer. What kind of a strange animal could it be?
"Hummm," Lenny grumbled to herself, "the West, four legs, not wild."
"Hurry up, my love. We cannot wait all day for your guess."
Lenny thought of the other animals she had seen in western movies. The horse was no good. The mountain lion was wild. The coyote was also wild. The prairie dog…
"I can only give you a few more seconds for your answer, if you do not answer then, I will win by forfeit!" There was a strange, strident note in Lenora's husky voice. Lenny wanted desperately to guess right, this time.
Suddenly, it came to her! None of the other animals could fit, but one animal had appeared in almost every western movie she had ever seen. That animal was the faithful companion of the old prospector.
"I know!" Lenny cried in prideful delight, "It must be a Mexican burro!"
Lenora slapped her clenched fist roughly into a soft and lovely palm. "Clever! Very clever! I thought I had you. Now the prize is yours, your wish is my command." Now I've got her, Lenny thought to herself.
Lenny uncovered her eyes and grinned at the fuming gypsy. "You aren't going to be a poor loser, are you?" she chided.
Lenora grimaced at the blonde woman and spun away, her arms akimbo on her slim waist.
"I do what you say, you won!"
With a mixture of chagrin and joy, Lenny realized that they had somehow come to take the game much too seriously. It had grown from a kind of loving foreplay into something entirely different. They were competing violently and earnestly against one another for the sexual upper hand.
"You win, Lenora."
"What?" the dark skinned woman spun angrily toward Lenny. "What do you say?"
"I say that you have won." There was a soft throbbing in Lenny's voice; it had become husky and full of yearning.
The black eyes softened. The fire in them became a kind of warm, loving ember. "Why is it you want to say I have won the game, when you have guessed the animal?"
"I don't exactly…"
Lenora moved forward quickly. Her face was only inches from Lenny's now. Her eyes were not flashing at all; in fact they seemed devoid of light. They had become deep wells of dark and mysterious liquid.
"You know, and you must tell me."
Lenny stammered incoherently and looked desperately around the room for a way to escape her own cascading emotions.
The gypsy woman took Lenny's head in her hands. The fingers touched Lenny's cheek with a gentle firmness. Some strange energy was being transmitted through them. It was a transfusion of gypsy courage.
"What is it, my love," Lenora whispered urgently, "What are you thinking so seriously about our little game?"
Lenny stared into the pits of black ivory that were Lenora's eyes. She was hypnotized by the liquid depths. She could not speak.
"Tell me, little one," the gypsy was chanting the expression now. It was a part of the whole ritual of the game, the ritual into which Lenny found herself falling almost too readily.
"I cannot tell."
"Why not? What are you afraid of?"
"I don't know. I'm not afraid at all, really, just…"
"Just what?"
"It just doesn't seem like something that I want to talk about Lenora."
A strange, reverent expression came over Lenora's lush features. She backed away from Lenny with a peculiar smile growing on her full, dusky lips.
"So," she finally said, her tones back to normal now-confident, happy sounds that seemed to pick the weight of a thousand years from Lenny's slender shoulders. "So that is it, eh?"
Lenny looked at the woman in total confusion.
"What is it?"
But Lenora would say no more, she merely shook her head on the long, lovely neck.
"Lenora, do you understand this thing that I don't?"