Daphne

Daphne's Spirit

(22) Vaya con Dios

One day Marcia came home early from work. The piggie ran up to greet her. She kissed it on the forehead and said “Run off and play sweetie. I have to talk to Cecilia for a while.”

“What's that?”

“I need a drink. Could you meet me in the dining room in a minute please?”

Marcia arrived in the dining room with a Rum&Coke in each hand, a pair of coasters, and a bulging file folder wedged under her arm.

“What's up? You've been getting more and more weird all week.”

“The results started to come in. It just got worse and worse. There's more to come, but now it's conclusive and time to share.” Marcia kicked the door closed. They were alone.

“Results? What results?”

“Here. You're going to need this.” Marcia handed her friend a drink.

Marcia opened the folder. On top was a photo. “This is a story about Daphne Williams, and how and why and by whom she was murdered.” She spread the dossier out, covering the table with paper.

“I never knew her name. Angie always called her 'the animal'. Murdered?”

“We'll get to that. So, you know that Angie hated Daphne. Do you know why?”

“Because the dirty animal was scum with no self respect. It would do anything, the more disgusting, the more repugnant the better. It tried to make my sister's boyfriend make Angie to do the same disgusting things.”

“Wrong. Daphne was a university student who was about a semester away from graduation. Reasonably good marks. She paid her way through school by working as a 'sub' at a sort-of BDSM club/toy-shop and it seems that she had quite an appetite. Some hinted at voracious. And it paid handsomely; she had no outstanding student loans over her head and had saved up a more than $20,000 nest-egg to launch her post-university life with. Intelligent and resourceful. Maybe Angie's college squeeze saw some of Daphne's shows at the club, I don't know, but I talked to the staff and they swore she had no contact with the patrons – except for the sort of contact you might expect at a BDSM club. But there was no fraternization with the clients. They were emphatic about that and I believe them. You don't know what I had to go through to get the owners of the club to even admit that they'd even ever heard of her – they are extremely protective of their girls' privacy – even the dead ones! She didn't influence anyone. It wasn't Daphne's fault that Angie's college boyfriend was a loser jerk or that your sister is a jealous paranoid harpie.”

“What?”

“Am I telling you something you don't already know? Anyway, it gets worse. Angie lured Daphne out into the wilderness somewhere under false pretense and then threatened her with a gruesome death unless Daphne performed acts much worse than she ever did before.”

“That's a lie. I was there and I saw what happened. Angie didn't say anything to that animal. It just performed one lewd and disgusting act after another! Practically non-stop! It enjoyed eating its own shit! Fucking animals! I was there and I saw it!”

“So you saw this...” Marcie showed Cecilia a paper “Instructions.”

“Right. I remember this. Angie gave me a copy. The stupid animal tied itself up so we could play with it. It knew!”

Marcie showed Cecilia another paper “Rules for dead meat .”

“Right, I saw that too. It was so it would know that we knew what it really was, and what its place was.”

Then Marcie showed Cecilia a third paper “READ FIRST.”

“What's this? I never saw this before.”

“It was intended for Daphne's eyes alone. A buddy of mine 'found' it and a whole lot more. We're still sifting through all of it. No doubt Daphne read this before she read the other two. Read it and tell me that she acted voluntarily; tell me what you would have done differently if you'd been in her skin.”

“Cecilia, Daphne was not an animal. Inside the club she was a fearless sexual adventurer. Outside the club she was by all appearance a regular college student. Nobody knew about what she did on weekends (and I respected her privacy). She was deceived by your sister into being there and she only 'willingly' and 'happily' did all the disgusting things you saw her do because she had no choice. She was deceived by your sister into believing that she was trading her dignity for her life. And if Daphne didn't get you to believe that she really wanted it, that she was really enjoying herself, your sister promised that she was 'dead meat.' I doubt that your sister ever intended to let Daphne live no matter how low she reduced herself; I don't think that there was anything demeaning enough that Daphne could possibly have done that would have been disgusting enough to satisfy Angie.”

“But Angie was happy that I took her animal and made it into my monkey, with no life!”

“Are you so very sure about that? Really? According to you, Angie was pissed because this 'animal' enjoyed doing disgusting things. So do you really think that she was happy when you took it home and let it live a wonderful life gleefully doing exactly what she says it already wanted to do? We both know Angie was leaving Daphne behind when you snatched her up. You saw the video of what Angie had planned for Daphne... ” Cecilia started the video of Daphne's encounter with the cats. “I always felt that there was something wrong with this. I just couldn't put my finger on it. And then I saw all that blood. Angie said she 'put her down' here, at our house. It takes at least an hour to get there, plus time to move the body... it was probably three or four hours by the time the cats got there. By then most that blood would have  pooled to her back. She wouldn't have been bleeding like that... and then...” Marcie forwarded the video. “I don't think you've seen this part...” The abdomen was open and intestines were everywhere. Cecilia gasped. The cat's head disappeared into the cavity, then it jumped back, startled, its face red with blood. A bright red fountain spurted upward. Cecilia: “Oh My God!” Marcia commentated: “That's right. She just nicked a major artery. They've been eating Daphne while she's still alive! Watch what's left of her life spurt out. Surging a little bit less with each heart beat. Less force.... A little less... Less... and now it's over. You just watched your sweet little monkey, the very Human Daphne Williams, die, murdered by your sister who had intended from the start – you saw her papers – for Daphne to be eaten alive.”

Marcia picked up her drink. She pushed her her finger down hard on a photo of Daphne. “This girl was not an animal” She slid the photo to one side, revealing a photo of Angie beneath. “There's your animal...”

Marcia walked towards the door: “Oh, Daphne's accounts are empty. Every penny – gone. Supposedly Daphne withdrew all $20,000 of it with her ATM card over the course of about three months. We both know that didn't happen, don't we? Care to guess who actually took Daphne's 20 Grand?”

Marcia left her friend, Cecilia, alone in the dining room with her drink and the piles of evidence against her sister.

Closing the door she said “Vaya con Dios, Daphne.”

(23) Cecilia's promise

Cecilia burst into Marcia's bedroom. Piggie had its head in Marcia's vulva, trying (unsuccessfully) to cheer-up its owner.

“Where did you get all that?”

“Angie's computers. Hacked in illegally. I don't really know any the details. A buddy of mine, Jimmy, handled all that. But if you have any doubts, let me assure you that I didn't tell him what to look for, only where to start looking. Neither of us even knew who Daphne was when we started. Neither of us knew monkey's real name and I couldn't have leaked it to Jimmy. There's no way he made this stuff up. He found about half on Angie's computers and researched the rest. I found the BDSM club and spent a week of Fridays trying to loosen some lips.”

“I see. So it's all true...”

“I wish it wasn't.”

“We... I was a part of it. I helped torture and destroy her and I erased her life. It's my fault too.”

“Yes, I know. But you were seriously lied to. The seeds of this mess were all planted by Angie. She owns it. Plus, I've got to tell you, based on what I heard, I'm pretty sure that Daphne would have enjoyed enough of what we did to her here that she might have moved in with us and accepted the rest – if she'd had a choice, that is. You know, there was always something there... something in monkey's eyes... as if she was right there... Anyway, nobody I spoke to seemed to have a firm grasp on were her limits were. So, OK, you're to blame for keeping her here and brainwashing her. But that's not cold-blooded, premeditated murder. You didn't kill her. If you hadn't kept Daphne here, you know that Angie would have tracked her down and killed her someplace else.”

Cecilia nodded and her eyes went cold.

“I want to erase her. Daphne never knew what hit her. I want to erase Angie and I want her to be my monkey and for her to know that she has no life and that I own her. I want her to know what she's doing at all times and I want her to do it anyway because she's just a stupid shameless miserable monkey.”

(24) Theft

Terri came home and found her front door unlocked. She dialed 911 and was instructed to wait for an officer. He entered and she followed. The house was perfect. Nothing was missing. And then she saw: her treasured fragment of Daphne was gone! In its place was a vertebrae and a note: “Sorry. We need this more than you. We'll bring her back if we can. Otherwise, we promise to do our best to make it up to you. In the mean time, this is of her too. We'll be in touch.”

(25) Cecilia's revenge

Marcia answered the impatiently ringing doorbell. It was Angie.

“Can I stay with you for a few days?”

“Sure. Is something wrong?”

“Damned straight there is. Some creep stole my identity. Lost my job, my pad... Repossessors are looking for my car right now...”

“My goodness, what happened? How did you lose your job?”

“All I know is that someone called my boss a few days ago and said that there was a problem with my degree. I'm on unpaid leave until it's sorted out. I went to Student Records and they would only say that 'there is an anomaly' And my accounts are empty!”

“I'm sure everything's going to work out all right. Cecilia's going to be here soon and we'll fix this together. You want any coffee or whiskey or ….?”

“Yeah, coffee sounds good.... “

“Coming right up!” Marcia disappeared into the kitchen. When she returned the door was open and high volume cursing was heard echoing throughout the neighborhood. Angie returned fuming. Windows rattled and picture frames shook with the force of the slamming door. “Well, they got my car and the rest of my stuff! Laptop, phone, clothes... everything! Bastards! I swear, heads are gonna roll!” She slapped the offered coffee away. The mug shattered and the contents sprayed across the floor.

“ANGIE!!! You will not be Queen Bitch and abuse me in my own home! Now get out and go stay with one of your other friends, if they'll have you!  Go... NOW!!”

“OMYGODI'MSOSORRY!  It's just all the stress. I guess it brings out the worst in me.”

Marcia rolled her eyes. So what's your excuse the rest of the time? “OK... forget it. Sit down. Here, have my coffee.” She went back to the kitchen and returned as Cecilia got home. Angie dropped her mug. She had a strange look on her face. Marcia ran up and helped Angie off the chair and laid her onto the floor. “We found the drug you used on Daphne” Marcia said, looking directly into Angie's eyes.

Cecilia: “She's...?”

“Yup. Didn't know what hit her. Let me tell you about my hacker buddy. Well, not a buddy, so much as a really useful acquaintance.” Marcia knelt next to Angie, her mouth next to Angie's ear. “The strangest thing happened to your college transcripts. None of your grades were actually changed, but all of your 'A's, 'B's, and 'C's now appear to have originally been 'Incompletes' and 'F's, and what's more, it appears that the grades were changed about a month after they were originally recorded!”

“Jimmy sure is talented!”

“Too bad for you that they digitized and shredded the original paper records a few years ago... And then someone anonymously tipped off Student Records about the possibility of a problem, and, of course, your employer about the possibility that a certain degree was a fraud... It's likely that you'll be stripped of all of your passing grades, and my guess is that without them your degree will disintegrate. But I'm afraid that they may deal with your apparent attempt to hack your grades by simply loading your transcripts – and your degree – into a shredder and putting a big fat nasty-gram in your student records in their place. And when the scandal of your suspected dishonesty gets around, the revoked degree, the lying on your employment applications, you'll probably not only get fired, but you'll actually be unemployable anywhere.”

“Oh! That's just terrible! But don't you worry about a thing, Dear Sister, because we're going to make sure that everything works out right... You know, it's been real quiet around here ever since you murdered my monkey, so since you're unemployable anywhere else, we decided to let you work right here as my replacement monkey. But you're gonna be a very special monkey! We're leaving your conscious mind intact, so even as we control our monkey's body, you will be able to see and feel and experience every disgusting, demeaning, shameless thing that our little monkey does. Isn't that wonderful??

“And it will all be streamed live on the very same web site that you created to discredit the wonderful woman you killed, Daphne Williams. Your face on our new little monkey doing... “ giggling “well, whatever will make us the most money! But our imaginations are limited, so we've decided to accept online requests so perverts everywhere will get to watch you... ummm... be entertaining...”

“Don't expect anyone to come here to mercifully put you out of your misery either – you've made too many enemies and they all want to savor the moment  and gloat over justice finally being done. They're lining up to pay us serious money just to watch you get put below your place – we've already got 50 paid premium subscriptions signed up at $200/month! So enjoy your life in Hell, you stupid bitch! We will!”

(26) Miserable monkey

“Wow, that feels good!”

“Thought you'd like getting your butt licked and sucked clean, Jimmy. Now you know why we don't have toilet paper in the powder room. OK, come over here.”

The monkey remained flat on its back, holding its ankles as wide apart as it could. An aluminum device, shaped like a 'U' held its inner labia wide open. The number '5' was tattooed on the satiny smooth pinkness between its exposed clitoris and vagina. Animal number 5.

Jimmy stood eagerly at the spread crotch, ready to deposit his semen into the dripping semen receptacle.

“Before you get started, you see that mouth? Why don't you see how much piss you can get in there? Open wide, monkey! Jimmy wants to give you his piss!”

“That's kinda far. I'm gonna make a mess.”

#5's mouth popped open.

“That's OK, Nympho-monkey here will be happy to lick the floor clean later after you're done using its holes. It loves piss. You can watch if you want.”

The nerd couldn't believe his luck. He aimed his hose and managed to spray the monkey's entire face, missing completely the intended target.

Marcia patted him on the back. “Better luck next time.”

“Next time?”

“Oh, I must have forgotten. You were so helpful, above and beyond, as it were. We can't award you a Medal of Honor, but we can award you lifetime weekly privileges with fuck meat #5 here. And once a month you can bring a few friends and share it, play with it, stream the video – whatever you want. Starting next weekend, if that's OK...”

“Really? Wow! You guys are the best!” He got down and was so excited that he barely got in before he got off. But those 10 seconds were the best sex he'd ever had with something looked and felt just like an actual, real, live woman...

Monkey was definitely not fulfilled and it didn't look happy. Not one bit.

But then, it never did.

Cecilia patted him on the back. “Better luck next time, Jimmy.”

(27) The Phoenix

Marcia walked up to a table and asked “May I join you?”

Terri looked up and recognized someone she hadn't seen in about a decade.

“Sure.” A naked woman hung by her wrists, her legs spread and secured, spread-eagle. The clients were assessing different whips. “You're the one who was interested in Daphne – the one with that terrible video. How'd that work out?”

“That's right. Well, there's been an important development of sorts regarding Daph... Eow-Jeez! That had to sting!”

“Happens all the time. If I didn't know better I'd swear there's leather between those legs.”

“ ...ummm Daphne... development... and I need you to come over to our place.”

“ Love to. Can't. I'm busy. Working”

“First, you've got three hours 'till the next break. Second, I already spoke to Leo and he's arranging for a substitute as we speak.”

Terri turned and saw Leo on his cell-phone. He saw her and flashed a thumb's-up. “Looks like you've got your way. This had better be good...”

A half-hour later they arrived at Marcia's and Cecilia's place. Marcia was cagey the whole time about exactly what was going on, only that it concerned Daphne and they wanted her help very much. Cecilia welcomed their guest, coffee was served and they went to the dining room where all the papers were on display. They showed Terri everything. Cecilia begged Terri's forgiveness for her role in Daphne's disappearance. They showed a portion of Angie's video that Terri had never seen: the final 30 seconds of Daphne. Terri watched in horror as Daphne's life spurted away. The three hugged and cried together.

Cecilia excused herself and Marcia said “There are only a few of more things to talk about.”

“You mean like the real reason you dragged me out here?”

“Yes. But first...” Marcia opened a drawer and handed Terri a plastic bag and a photograph. The bag contained the shattered remnants of one of Daphne's femurs. “...I believe that this is yours. We're really sorry about that, truly, but there was absolutely no other way to fix things.”

Terri turned to Marcia, furious. “You did this? Why did you take her away from me? And no way to do what???”

Marcia pointed to the photograph. It was old, perhaps 25... 30 years old.

“Second, we got that from Daphne's brother. She was 9 years old at the time.”

“She was so beautiful!” she cried.

The door knocked “Hello?” and a little girl entered.

“That would be the third... Come on in sweetie!”

Terri couldn't believe her eyes. She looked at the photo, then at the girl.

“Daphne, I want you to meet Terri. A long time ago she was your Mom's very best friend in the whole world!”

“Hi, Terri.” The girl gave Terri a hug.

“Oh, my God!” Terri knew that face. It wasn't just the familiar smile or the same sparkling eyes. Even the freckles were in the right places. She was perfect.

Speechless, she hugged Daphne back.

Cecilia: “OK... Off to bed!”

The little girl padded off “Bye! Nice to meet you! See you later Terri!” and closed the door.

“What did you do?”

Marcia:“You know what we did and why we needed Daphne's bones, particularly the one you had enshrined, to do it. We loved her, but we know that you loved her more than anyone. We wanted to give her back to you and this was the only way. So, our last business to take care of tonight is, if you're interested, for you to meet our lawyer. He's waiting in the den for you to sign the adoption papers.”

(28) Learning the truth

Daphne grew up with her adopted mom. 'Aunts' Cecy and Marcy were constant visitors. When she started asking questions about her 'real' mom and dad they told her that they didn't know any of her family, but her mother was the most wonderful person ever, that a very bad person killed her, and that the bad person is in hell.

When Daphne turned 15 her mom and her aunts sat her down, pulled out the file, spread it all out and told her the whole truth about everything. She was shocked about her “biological mom's” profession, and angry at her “aunts” for their participation in her mom's kidnapping (but recognized that they'd been deceived. They expressed such deep remorse that she forgave them). She only had the stomach to see the first couple of seconds of her mom's encounter with the cats; she would work up the nerve to watch the whole video years later. When the women explained that her mom was actually eaten alive, she threw up. That was when she began to understood the depth and breadth of Angie's evil. Cecilia produced a box and set it on the table. Daphne peeked inside. Bones. “The contents of this box were found scattered literally all over the park. Its contents and you are all that's left of your mom.” Daphne reached in and pulled out parts of her mom. Looking at them she silently sobbed. “Oh, mom!”

“There's one more thing, something really important that you must know...” Daphne turned to Terri. “You know about sex, and how children share their parents' genes?”

“Yes”

“You are very, very special.”

Cautiously, “Yes?”

“Your mom never got pregnant. And you were born long after she died.”

“Huh? But... that's not possible.”

“Look at the dates and do the math. You know when your mom died and you know how old you are. You were born 5 years after that video was shot.”

“But... I don't understand...”

“It's possible, honey, because you do not have some of your “biological mother's” genes... you have all of her genes...”

“WHAT??”

Cecilia: “We collected every bit of your mom we could find, then we went to a foreign private laboratory with negotiable ethics and they found viable DNA. Lots of it. Enough that they could triply-confirm that we had all of your mom's genes. Every single bit of every strand of them. A perfect set with nothing missing or added. And when we were absolutely sure, they put your mom's genes in one of Marcia's eggs.”

“I carried you for eight-and-a-half months and you were born right here, in our house.”

”So, what am I, some kind of freakish lab rat or your new 'monkey' or what??”

“Daphne, Angie killed your mom – not us. We couldn't fix that. But we could give you what we wanted – but couldn't – give back to your mom. You were my baby for almost nine months. We gave you life!”

Terri started to cry. She launched herself into her daughter's arms and hugged her as if both lives depended on it. “I was your mom's best friend, and I loved her to death! You're different, but you're no freak! You... You… are a miracle!”

When she turned 17 Terri took her to Leo's and they sat at her table. A hooded naked female was strapped to an inclined table, in the usual posture. People stood in line waiting for an opportunity to wield a dildo and masturbate the vagina to euphoria. Daphne couldn't believe that girls actually volunteered to do what she was seeing. My mom did this? It's disgraceful! So why does everyone say she was so wonderful?

Break-time approached and another woman arrived.

“I'm not late, am I?”

“Laura! Glad you came! No, your timing's perfect!”

Laura froze in her tracks. “Oh, my God! It's her!”

“Got to get to work. Have a seat and tell her about her mom. Fresh coffee in the back if you want any, like always” Terri left to take her place on stage.

“It's astonishing how much you look like your mom.”

Daphne smiled confidently. “I know. I am exactly like her.” More than you know.

Laura smiled. “I hope so. The world needs more people like her...”

More strippers? Daphne thought.

“Your mother,” Laura started, “was an angel sent to me from heaven. She saved my life. See that girl up there? 20... 25  years ago that was me, mask and all, and I was so scared. Naked. Alone. Legs spread open with everyone looking straight into me, playing with my body. With my sex. With my intimate feelings. Powerless. Violated. I thought I was going to die.” Daphne nodded, imagining that that's exactly how she'd feel if she were naked and on display and if people – complete strangers no less – were sticking things into her womanhood and using her body like that.

“Thank God your mom was here on her night off. She and Terri were sitting right here, at this table, and they saw me up there, coming apart at the seams. Do you know what your mom did?” Daphne shook her head. “She went into the dressing room, stripped and joined me up there as if she was part of the show! See how Terri is up there sitting with that girl, talking like they're best friends? Believe me, when you're naked and alone up there she's your best friend in the world. But I didn't know that, or who she was and I was so freaked-out that I would have completely melted down if she'd approached me. Your mom knew that. She knew that the only way to save the terrified naked girl was for her to not be alone, to have a friend. I saw her on stage, sharing my experience. We were both naked and wore those masks, and she was getting it worse than me. I could tell. I didn't know who she was and she didn't know who I was and neither of us cared. We were sisters. Your mom calmed me down. At break we talked about stupid stuff, but it worked. I stopped thinking like a victim and started wanting to beat this. I owed her so much. But then she disappeared and died a few weeks later. I never settled that debt... so I owe you. Call me if you ever need anything. I'll move mountains if I have to. Terri knows how to contact me.”

“What did she say that calmed you down, that changed your fear into strength?”

“Oh, we talked so much, and it was so long ago... but there was one thing... One of the last things she said to me was: Don't worry about anything that happens here. It doesn't define you.”

“Wow.” Daphne thought about her mother's words. Her mom did this work. She stripped naked and let people entertain themselves by masturbating her body and making her cum. But for her and the people who knew her, it didn't matter.

Because it didn't define her. She was so much bigger than this. “Wow.”

“Laura, I think you just gave me what I needed more than anything. Through you my mom just spoke to me across time and space and she shared her wisdom with me. Sleep easy. Your debt with my mom is settled. Terri knows how to contact me too, so, Sister, keep in touch!”

(29) Hell

For her High-School Graduation Aunts Cecy and Marcy bought Daphne a new car and invited her to their home for an extra special gift. She drove up just as Jimmy and his friends were leaving. Marcia let her in and they sat in the living room, drinking coffee. A naked woman appeared and suddenly raced up, skidded short of the carpet, and presented herself towards Marcia, but she was looking at Daphne.

“I told you once about how your Mom was a sex zombie?”

“Yes”

“This is piggie. It was monkey's – that would be, your Mom's – servant, as she was ours. Piggie recognizes you, I think. Snap your fingers and point to your feet...”

Daphne did and the piggie dashed up and knelt at her feet. Its face indicated absolute contentment. 

“That's weird. So this is my extra special gift – a brain-washed woman?”

“Not exactly – a different brain-washed woman... Piggie! Go to your room! We'll play later!”

Piggie got up, looking sad. It flashed a smile to Daphne, then scurried off.

“Follow me.”

Daphne followed her aunt down some stairs, through a door, down a corridor to another door. An indescribable stench, so powerful that it passed through the door as if by osmosis, filled Daphne's nose. Her aunt passed her a mask which muted the smell, then she opened the door. Ahead there was a hole in the ground with a guard rail around it. Marcia motioned Daphne back out and the girl needed no encouragement.

“We have a change of clothes and a dry-cleaner on call if you want.”

“I may take you up on that. But first, what was that place?”

“When you were a child and asked about your mom. Do you remember what we said happened to her killer, Angie?”

They walked down another corridor.

“You said she was in hell.”

“That is the Hell we created for her. Every pipe in the house empties into that cistern which empties into the sewer. She eats by by sifting through the sewage for table scraps and eating them before the rest of the vermin down there do. She is so evil that she remains remarkably well fed. It's simply amazing. I think she supplements her diet with cockroaches, but there is a dispute about that; Cecy thinks it's rats...”

“You kept her alive all these years? Why?”

“Well, first, it costs us nothing. We flush our toilets and throw away food, just like everyone else, and we pay no mind to what happens in that hole. Once a week we drag her up and wash her off and use her to repay Jimmy by letting him and his friends... do whatever it is that they do... so it's sort of a win-win. But the real reason is Justice. She lied to us, and that's bad, but she murdered “you.” We kept her alive to give you a chance to confront her yourself.”

Marcia opened a door and shackled to the floor, spread-eagle, was another naked woman. “Daphne, this is  sub-human animal #5. The former human Angie.”

The animal picked up its head and saw the girl. It was horrified as if it had seen a ghost. Daphne saw this and had an inspiration. She walked up and knelt next to Angie's head. “Why did you kill me? Stop bawling and shaking your head you stupid cow!” Daphne pounded the floor. “Why did you kill me?”

Angie broke down and admitted everything, every detail, to the 'ghost' of her victim.

Daphne got up and started to walk out.

“One more thing. Which do you eat more, rats or cockroaches?”

“Cockroaches.”

Marcia smiled.

“Put the creature back in its hole where it belongs. I'll decide what I want to do after I calm down... that might take few years, though, if that's OK...”

“No!! Kill me NOW!”

Marcia followed Daphne out “We're in no hurry. Take your time.”

“NO! Please! Kill me NOW!”

The door closed. “So what's the deal with … piggie? … is it?”

“Oh, piggie's so cute. You know, if you're wearing a skirt, drop your panties and say you have a gift for it, it'll lick your urethra until you let loose. When it's done sucking your bladder empty it thanks you by licking you... somewhere... else...”

“That sounds really weird and interesting... You said you had a change of clothes. You got a skirt handy?”

(30) A spirit reborn

A year later Terri was at her table as the show was about to start. A masked naked vagina walked nervously up and Leo strapped it to the table. Terri glanced up. Not one of the regulars, she thought. Strange that Leo would start a new vagina without a veteran handy. We need to have a little chat about that. Wait a sec... that vagina is familiar. Very familiar. Too familiar. She recognized a dear friend she hadn't seen for two decades. She looked at Leo; he averted his eyes.

Daphne!

Terri calmly got up and pulled Leo aside, out of everyone's earshot. He admitted being part of Daphne's conspiracy. She bothered him about this for years – she needed to understand her mother's life and had to try this; it was the final piece of the puzzle. Leo insisted that Daphne was the only model that he had ever turned down, but she was so persistent. He finally relented only because she threatened to go to a different club. That would have been worse, so here she is.

Terri shrugged and let Leo off the hook; this really was the best solution of the dilemma. OK, if she wants to experience her mom's life, let's pull out the stops and give it to her. She suggested that Leo spice things up for her daughter's debut and let her really walk in her mother's shoes! Soon Butterfly clips adorned the vagina's inner lips, tied to her big-toes. If she strained and pointed her toes towards her knees she could modestly close the lips, if she relaxed she would expose her sex. But if she pointed her toes she would spread her sex wide open as if begging for more.

The vagina weakly came several times during the dildo warm-up. Terri was last in line. The vagina was exposing itself; it wanted more! Terri took the tool, leaned against the table and looked straight into the mask's eye-holes.

“I'll bet that you don't know that this is a deadly weapon. Well, it is, in the right hands... and girl, I've got unbelievable hands. Prepare to die, 'cuss I'm gonna make you cum so hard you'll forget to breathe...”

The vagina strained to expose itself even more. Terri chuckled to herself.

That's my Daphne.

While Terri distracted Daphne, Leo left the stage. The vagina started babbling unintelligibly as Leo returned with one of the old auto-dildos. He programmed it with the program (old) Daphne requested... with a few adjustments... Terri kept (new) Daphne exploring the cosmos while Leo prepared, letting up occasionally to allow the vagina a gasp or two.

Preparations complete, Terri removed her magic wand and Leo's machine went in, impaling Daphne. It sat, immobile,  seemingly forever. And then it started, it turned her on... and stopped again. At first she cried when she was turned-on and the machine stopped. The machine got her turned-on countless times and brought her tantalizingly close to climax – and left her sexually frustrated – every time. For a whole hour Daphne begged and pleaded for any stranger in attendance to help her cum. The last three times she wept as the machine started to turn her on, despondent that she would end up empty and unfulfilled yet again, she felt hopeless and surrendered her dignity. She offered to do ever more degrading things in exchange for just a single touch. Finally, the machine took off and launched her into space; 60 minutes of mounting frustration hit her like a tsunami. Climax after towering climax, each more powerful than the last crashed and waves of pleasure washed over her.

Daphne heard roaring applause and felt a strange sense of satisfaction. Leo, who hadn't sold a single one of these units in the past year sold out his existing inventory (five) in ten minutes and had prepaid orders for a dozen more by evening's end. He vowed to slip a generous commission into her envelope.

Terri sat on the mat, waiting for her adopted daughter to finish her first set.

She has her mom's spirit.

Sweat glistened all over Daphne's body as she laid down, her legs spread to reduce the tingling. “Sorry, Mom. I had to know why my Bio-Mom did this.”

Terri just smiled. “Roll over onto your belly and I'll give you a massage.”

She sat on Daphne's posh rump and started the massage. It was Deja-vu.

“Did I just promise to do a barnyard full of animals? Damn, that machine is good. I gotta get me one of those...”

“I've heard that before... And Leo has some sheep waiting for you out back.”

“Huh?”

“Never mind. Just promise me you won't be a regular here.”

“I dunno... I heard there's a killer around here with unbelievable hands...”

Best friends Daphne and Terri chatted and laughed and gestured.

And laughed.