Daphne

(0) Introduction

Daphne is a college co-ed who is enticed to try bondage as a sort of professional sub for Leo. Leo has a business selling sex toys and accessories. He employs 'models' that he uses to demonstrate his wares, and upon whom his clients are encouraged to 'evaluate' the effectiveness of his products.

Initially she only accepts the job because Leo offers a substantial pay ($1000) for not much time (one weekend) 'working,' but soon discovers that she enjoys the 'evaluations' and the people she works with.

Her story takes a turn for the worse when another student blames Daphne for her relationship trouble.

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Pages: 78

Words: 39981

Story Codes (whole story)

  MF/f f-self F+/f+

  bestiality enema Young scatology snuff toys WaterSport

  D/s BDSM slavery Extreme Heavy Serious

  real slow consensual reluctant mc nc humiliation blackmail torture

Part 1: Daphne

*  MF/f  exhibition toys Serious BD D/s real slow consensual

Part 2: The Monkey

*  MF/f f-self F+/f+

*  bestiality enema exhibition Young scatology snuff toys WaterSport

*  D/s BDSM slavery Extreme Serious

*  real slow consensual reluctant mc nc humiliation blackmail torture

Part 3: Daphne's Spirit

*  MF/f exhibition toys Serious BDSM D/s real slow consensual reluctant

*  mc nc slavery humiliation WaterSport

Daphne's story ends here, roughly 25 years after it starts.
No more parts. No pre- or sequels. It's over.
(Leo and Terri may be back though)

(1) Recruited

There is a scene in the 1987 movie “Black Widow” where the protagonist (Debra Winger) is asked by her boss why she thinks the antagonist (Theresa Russell – WOW!) murders her husbands:

“Nobody knows why anybody does anything.”

Sometimes people can be persuaded or induced to do something they ordinarily wouldn't do because a mass of others are doing it too. Or the act appeals to their sense of what is right or necessary. Or someone suggested that they were incapable of doing it. Or they are offered a sufficient sum of money to do it. Or a combination of these or other motives.

But sometimes... sometimes... someone will do...

       something completely uncharacteristic,

               something totally outrageous,

                        simply because someone asks the right way at the right time.

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It was Friday afternoon. Daphne had finished her last class of the week and had nothing to do for the weekend. She sat on the grass and was trying to figure how to avoid boredom when an attractive older (to her) man approached her and asked if she'd be interested in earning some money demonstrating products over the weekend.

Daphne looked interested, so the man explained that he organizes groups of people every so often, sort of like Tupperware Parties. Sales are much better when the products are properly demonstrated, so he needs a model for the weekend.

To demonstrate erotic items. To groups of strangers. While completely naked.

There was a story (perhaps legend is a better word) that had circulated around the campus for years about some guy who asked female students to come with him and get naked. This simple technique supposedly had a surprisingly high success rate, although nobody seemed to know anyone personally who had agreed.

Everyone dismissed it as nothing more than a crazy campus legend.

Daphne realized that either the stories were true, or this enterprising fellow was taking advantage of them. She froze momentarily, trying to work out the etiquette of how to nicely say: no way/no how/get lost. The man pressed on. “Look, I know how this sounds. But don't reject me until I've explained it all. Just give me a couple of minutes and I'll get out of your hair forever,” he said, motioning to a nearby cafe and offering to pay for the coffee.

“First, I should introduce myself, I'm Leo.”

“Hi. I'm Daphne” She sucked on her free triple mocha.

“Nice to meet you Daphne. Believe me, I know what you're thinking. You've got three basic objections. The big fat obvious one is simply being naked in front of strangers, yes?”

Daphne nodded.

“But you secretly fantasize about it.” Leo saw the tell-tale blush and the momentary look of shame - then confirmation - in Daphne's eyes.

They all fantasize about it, he thought.

“I can fulfill some of your deepest, most erotic dreams. It's terrifying, I know, but remember this: you will be absolutely safe. I'll just cut to the chase: I've been doing this for years and I know about all the campus rumors – not one has a verifiable name, and not one alleges that anything bad ever happened, correct?”

Daphne shook her head in agreement.

“That's because I can keep a secret and not one of my girls has ever been hurt. That's my job. Privacy and safety. You will be safe and nobody besides you, me and God will know you are my model unless you tell them. You will get to explore your fantasies, have a few orgasms, and make a few bucks. You can't lose!”

Daphne was wide-eyed, and breathing shallowly through her open mouth. Leo made stripping in public sound appealing... desirable...

“Another huge objection is you think that you have an ugly body.” Daphne's eyes betrayed her inner emotions again. Leo laughed. “I've got to tell you, if I live to be 100 I'll never understand why you young women always think that you weigh too much, or your thighs are too fat, or your butts and/or bellies are too big, or your breasts too small (or too big). I can't count how many women I've seen naked over the years. Every one of them thought they were hideously defective, and every one of them was absolutely gorgeous. OK, they weren't Beauty Queens, but who is? That's an unrealistic ideal in the first place. You girls are killing yourselves, for what?  Do you girls actually think being an eating-disorder skeleton is attractive?? That's exactly what you're doing to yourselves! It's insane! Why do you think I'm here? Do you actually think I'm going out of my way to recruit ugly fat people? NO! I'm talking to you because you look like a reasonably attractive, normal healthy woman to me. You are unqualified to judge your own beauty simply because beauty is in the eye of the beholder – that's me, by the way.” Leo reached over and gently held her hand; she didn't resist. “Imagine this is your leg and I touch you like this...” With his other hand he traced a finger ever so lightly along the underside of her arm, from her wrist and meandering slowly up to her armpit. Daphne closed her eyes. “When my clients see my models responding like you just like you are, honestly, models that look like regular women – models that look like them – they start to empathize, they put themselves into your skin and experience and feel  the same feelings and emotions … and they buy more stuff.” Leo stopped massaging the tender under-arm skin and Daphne lazily opened her eyes. “How did that feel?” he asked her.

Daphne gulped and nodded. “OK.” She'd imagined his hand somewhere else...

“The final objection is you are afraid of cheapening yourself, being a slut. People finding out. Getting a bad reputation and all that. I'll start with the second part first and just repeat what I said before: I've been doing this a long time and I've heard the rumors around the campus. But nobody knows who my models are or were but God, me, them, and whoever they've told. If you want everyone to know, then go ahead and tell them. Post it on the internet for all I care, and power to you! But if you really want your work with me to be a secret, here's a bit if advice: don't tell anyone. And I mean not anyone. The instant you tell someone it's not a secret anymore and you might as well consider it public fodder.”

“Cheapening yourself: This is business, pure and simple. We are not chums or buddies. I am not your boyfriend and we are not 'going out'. I am not propositioning you for sex. I am not a pimp, I am not hiring a prostitute, and you are not agreeing to have sex with anyone. We will have a strict employer/ employee relationship and you will merely be demonstrating how the products I'm selling are actually used. Nothing more. Nothing less. Nothing else.”

He reached into a pocket and laid three triangles of cloth, roughly 4” on a side, and some string on the table. “That is a bikini. Doesn't cover much, does it? – and we've both seen smaller ones, haven't we? It seems to me that you've already practically stripped yourself totally naked when you wear only these in public.” He removed two of the triangles and half of the string. “In many countries, France, for instance, they've figured this out and the tops are optional in public.” He removed the final triangle and the rest of the string. “In some countries, Spain, for instance, even the bottoms are optional in public places.”

He offered $15 per hour to be naked – to “simply not wear a bikini” – for each of the next fifty hours – with bonuses, up to $1000 dollars – from 6PM tonight (Friday evening) until 8PM Sunday evening. And two days of orgasms that would curl her toenails.

Daphne gulped.

Leo continued: “I'm not saying that this is easy work, emotionally. It's not, especially at the start. You hear actors all the time talk about revealing their inner selves on stage and this is a bit like that. You are not just physically naked in front of strangers, you're emotionally naked too, and that's really rough on someone who is already uncomfortable about her body. I am obviously not a girl and I'm not going to tell you that I understand, because I can't – not completely. But I can empathize a bit. Girls are taught from childhood to be modest and especially never to show off their bodies. The ones that bend the rules get bad reputations. And here I come along and ask you to do everything you've been told is wrong. I may not know, but I have seen over and over how hard this is. Some girls learn to relax and really get into it and some just can't. And that's OK. You'll never know unless you try. Why don't you come with me and see, just once, if you can do this? If you can, you can decide later if you ever want to do it again. If you can't, well, then you can't. If you won't, then I wasted our time and you got a free cup of coffee.”

Leo drove his freshly recruited model to his office in an industrial section of town. While en-route she called her roommate and told her that she was going out of town for a day or two and would be back no later than Sunday evening.

(2) Preparing

Leo entered the front door, followed by Daphne. The well-lit foyer was about 5 meters square and there were three metallic cases laying on the reception desk. In front of each was a jewelry chain with a rectangular metal pendant. Leo selected a case, walked across the reception area, and opened another door. He invited her into his office. He set the case on his desk. Holding the pendant to a rectangular depression on the case, it popped open. Leo dumped the case's contents on the desk. “Take your outer garments off and put them in here. Then put on these,” he said, pointing to the case's former contents.

Daphne took off her shoes, socks, shirt and pants. Wearing only her brassiere and panties and already feeling quite vulnerable, she looked at the pile and trembled in an mix of fear, excitement, dread, and anticipation. “You are wondering what those are for” Leon interjected when his model saw the wrist and ankle straps and other restraints. Wrong, thought Daphne, I know exactly what they are for – and I don't like it...

“I told you I know the scariest, most exciting fantasy that is buried deepest in your soul. I know that you fantasize about being naked in front of strangers – but I also know that in the fantasy you are trapped and can't escape! The thing about fantasies is that the only way to deal with one is to experience it – otherwise it will haunt you and be in your thoughts forever. Fantasies go away when you experience them because they're not a fantasies anymore. You know how the story ends. And you can't experience your fantasy unless you completely surrender yourself to it.”

Daphne was breathing in short breaths through her dry mouth as she slowly reached over and, shaking, put on her first wrist strap. This seemed scarier than her fantasy. Then the other. Then the ankle straps. Then the dog collar.

“This is the key that opens everything. The items you have on and the case that your clothes are in” Leo said. The key was one of the rectangular pendants attached to a cord. Leo tied one end to Daphne's collar and she felt the low-hanging pendant gently brushing her thighs.

A TV screen flashed on and Daphne saw a woman standing almost naked in the middle of a room.

“OK,” said Leo, “If you voluntarily agree to go through with this you have to do two things for the record. First, you have to state your name and say that you are voluntarily submitting to this. Then you have to finish stripping, give me the case with your clothes, and swallow the pendant.”

Leo continued: “I'm recording this for legal purposes just in case someone tries to sue me or my clients. Otherwise, nobody will ever see this. OK?”

Daphne: “Yes.”

“Great! OK... Hello, Miss. What's your name?”

“I'm Daphne Williams.”

Leo proceeded to ask a series of questions designed to get her to say, on video, that she had disrobed voluntarily, that she was merely going to model and demonstrate Leo's products, and that she was not agreeing to having sex for money.

Leo walked up and held up a leather hood. “I pay an extra $3 per hour – that's $150 - to models who don't wear this.” Already intensely ashamed, she took it and put it over her head. Leo zipped it closed and only a few tufts of Daphne's hair were exposed. Daphne could see – barely – through a pair of 1-cm holes, her nose poked out a triangular opening and a larger circular one exposed her mouth.

Leo reached into his jacket, produced an envelope, and gave it to Daphne. “Here's your money.” he said. “If you want to earn this money there is a special panel inside the case that you can open with your key. After you've counted it, if it is what we agreed, lock the money inside the case, finish stripping and put your underwear in the case, latch it, and finally swallow the key. Otherwise you can put your clothes back on and leave here as if nothing ever happened.”

Daphne opened the envelope and counted $750. “You said $1000!” she protested.

“No, I said $15 per hour for 50 hours – that's $750 - plus bonuses, up to $1000” explained Leo. “You just turned-down a $150 bonus when you put on the mask. I will offer other bonuses as we go on though”

Daphne resigned and decided to keep the money. She removed her socks, then  stripped off her bra, and finally her panties. As she was about to latch the case Leo stopped her and pointed out her earrings and other jewelery; these went into the case as well and she latched it closed. Daphne was absolutely naked. She watched the bare faceless female on TV put something in its mouth, and felt the cord connecting the pendant to her collar pull taught over her lower lip. She played with the cord with her tongue.

Leo pulled a padlock from the heap and locked Daphne's wrists together behind her back. He clipped a leash to the collar and pulled her to one side of the office. He fastened the far end to a hook protruding from the wall just above her head, and left. A while later later she felt the string down her throat go slack. She pulled on the string with her tongue and the end came up – without the key! She realized that she was not going to be able to free herself for at least 2 days. She was really naked, vulnerable and helpless. She was scared. A familiar tingle stirred in her crotch and she realized how much she enjoyed this sort of danger.

(3) First Exposure

An hour later Leo returned, followed by more than a dozen people. Most walked past Daphne as if she wasn't even there, but a few walked up to her. They examined the naked body and crudely commented on 'tonight's vagina,' the size of 'its udders,' and how the amount of shiny lubricant already painting its inner thighs betrayed 'its readiness'. Daphne was acutely embarrassed and her examiners soon spotted a fresh wave of 'readiness' ooze out. “Don't worry guys “ one said, “Leo will find a way to plug that leak!”  They left, laughing.

Momentarily Leo led his model out a side door and up to a elevated platform, upon which were many items. Prominently positioned was an inclined table. He leaned his model back against the table and secured its collar, then its wrists (about 5 feet apart and just above its head), and finally its ankles to its wrists. The faceless female model's entire private region was completely and immodestly exposed without any struggle. Leo produced a pair of butterfly clips and attached one to each of his model's outer labia. He then ran a cord from the clip over the model's thighs and to the table, where he secured the cords. The cord held the model's labia wide apart.

Leo finally presented a dildo. He slipped it easily in and out the wet hole. Leo invited the attendees to test it on/in the presented vulva.

The attendees introduced Daphne to acute sexual frustration. They managed to skillfully get her aroused to the brink of orgasm – and hold her right there... teetering on the precipice of ecstasy... only to stop abruptly. She begged and pleaded for a release that never came. And as the feeling started to fade, the next attendee would impale her, turn her back on, then stop, and she would beg anew. And so on. Worse, she found that the clips holding her exposed also kept her from moving her hips much at all, painfully muting her attempts to satisfy herself. Finally Leo slid another dildo into her; she felt it against her cervix. He detached the clips, pulled the rod almost all the way out, the started pulsing it in and out of her – only a fraction of an inch, but it was enough to keep Daphne's attention focused. Then he stopped - with the center of her attention still barely within her – the model strained mightily to raise its pelvis and swallow the dildo. The dildo became Daphne's whole world and nothing else mattered as she pumped it, fucking herself.  Meanwhile, the audience watched in mild amusement as the faceless female desperately satisfied itself in public. And as they spoke with delight as the faceless female moaned... and shuddered. Daphne felt a rush and was consumed in ecstasy. In the distance she heard muffled cheers and applause...

(4) The Heckler

Sweat glistened on the naked female as Leo extracted the object of its ecstasy from his hired vagina. He commented on how the simple inclined table that his model had just demonstrated could be extremely humiliating and degrading for whoever was properly affixed to it, either by itself, or with other toys. He was about to re-affix the clamps to his model's labia and re-open its vagina when someone in the back started heckling.

“Nonsense! What a pile of hot stinking crap! That cunt doesn't look like it's the least bit humiliated or degraded!” An attractive and well-dressed woman towards the rear of the assembly stood. “In fact, I'll bet it enjoyed everything that's happened to it while it was 'properly affixed' to your supposedly humiliating table!”

“Madam, you don't think it's humiliating to literally beg a stranger to masturbate you to orgasm, and then fuck herself for your entertainment?”

“When I humiliate and degrade people in public, they are not happy afterward, like your hired vagina over there is.”

“Naturally there are myriad possibilities and one has to use one's imagination a bit...” Leo explained. “I can't demonstrate every possible use of an item like this.”

“We all paid good money to see this stuff in use and you are telling us now that you took our money under false pretense?” the woman countered.

Leo sensed that the crowd was turning against him. “Look, I've got a lot of stuff to show you folks and a limited amount of time to do it”

“I don't care. You made a claim and either you back it up or I'm going to expose these 'parties' as bogus. I want to see that cunt totally humiliated!”

Leo looked at the audience, then back to the woman – and smiled – he figured out the solution. Today's show would be better than ever. “OK. I'll demonstrate how humiliating and degrading this simple contraption can be... right now...”

“Damn straight!” the woman exclaimed.

“...on you.”

The woman gave Leo an eviler look than before. “No way. You're not strapping ME on that thing”

“What's the matter – too humiliating and degrading for you?”

“No. It's the principle – I'm not a sub.”

A voice in the crowd: “Hey lady – put up or shut up”  Others chimed in.

Leo: “Tell you what – just strip down and I'll strap you on here for only one hour while I demo some of the other stuff, OK?

“One hour? You're on!”

Leo smiled a knowing smile and started unfastening his model

Leo led his unsteady model over to a wooden frame. It was rectangular, just neck-height; half-circles were cut into the crossbar on top and there were two shelves, one attached to each side, just below the hips. The model's neck and wrists just fit in the semicircles and the crowd's attention was divided between Leo sliding the other half of the crossbar in place and the defiant heckler, now sitting on the now infamous inclined table. As he was tightening the wing-nuts securing his model's neck and wrists in place Leo noticed the other woman was still clothed.

“Hey, stupid! What do you think you're doing?” Leo lifted his model's right leg up until its foot rested on the little shelf, secured it, then its knee in place.

“I'm waiting for you to try to humiliate me” she said haughtily, still wearing her intimates.

“I told you to strip. Only naked vaginas get on my stage and sample my wares, so strip yourself bare and be quick about it 'cuz we're almost done over here!” he said as he lashed his model's left foot and knee in place. The naked model's bright pink sex was more exposed than ever.  Its inner labia lazily parted voluntarily.  Momentarily, Leo wheeled a motor-driven dildo under the inviting vagina and adjusted the device until the model's vaginal lips were barely touching it. The crowd saw the faceless woman shudder slightly in rapt anticipation as it spread its vaginal lips and lovingly kissed its impending impaler. Rivulets of clear lubricant slowly oozed down the object of the vagina's passion.

Leo strapped the heckler to the inclined table in nearly the same posture as its earlier occupant, but with the heckler's ankles about a foot below where his model's had been. Heckler's knees and thighs were also secured, completely immobilizing her entire body below the navel. Turning a crank, Leo inclined the table until it was nearly vertical. He then wheeled an identical machine over to heckler's crotch, and secured it in position.

Heckler: “I go to nude beaches all the time. This is nothing.”

Leo turned both machines on simultaneously.

“Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh” came from Leo's faceless model as the machine smoothly impaled it.

“YEOW!! HEY!! OUCH!! SONOFABITCH!!” The machine's first four strokes into heckler were dry, but fortunately it had ample thrust to force its way past every obstruction and in. And enough power to yank itself out and then ram back in again. A minute later the dildo appeared to be sliding in and out of its crimson-lipped, burning vagina much more smoothly.

“Jeezzus! Didn't you put any lube on that thing?

“What for? – I didn't lube the other one; what makes this vagina so damned special anyway?”

“The other one was already sopping wet.”

“Ummm... OK... and your point is?” Leo turned to address his audience.

Heckler just looked at the M.C. incredulously, and then felt a familiar tingle amid the burning between her legs. She heard at least the start of the following presentation; Leo's hooded model was already in a world of its own:

Leo held up a dildo. It was made of soft transparent plastic and appeared to have  objects embedded within it, apparently interconnected with very fine wires. A cable dangled to the floor.

“This is the absolute latest in sex technology!” Leo started. “It was made especially for me according to my design. As you know computers have been getting smaller and smaller, more and more powerful, and cheaper and cheaper every year.

“The computers embedded within this dildo do not have a keyboards or a mice. They do not have screens or printers either. They are highly sophisticated digital signal processors – similar to what you would have in a cell-phone, or a medical monitor – each connected to arrays of sensors (pressure, sound, light, etc.). It can measure dozens of physiological parameters and determine the level of sexual arousal of its vagina. And – here's the great part - this device can increase or decrease the level of arousal in many ways, such as changing the speed of thrusts, or by activating electric pulses at varying rhythms and intensities delivered by these rows of metallic studs. All under real-time local and remote control via the World-Wide Web.”

“The models that our vaginas are demonstrating are the Cadillacs of their kind, fully loaded with all the options!”

Heckler could feel herself about to cum..

Faceless had been making unintelligible primitive noises for a while already.

Leo: “You can monitor and control these vaginas remotely from anywhere in the world too. We have a wi-fi setup...  but we'd only planned on using one of these things tonight... ” and he fiddled with his phone...  After a moment he said “OK...” and described how to see the access the vagina’s' pages.

The crowd pulled out their various hand-held digital access devices...

Heckler could feel herself, oh, so close...

Leo: “The web-pages you are looking at are being produced in real-time by the computers inside each dildo. On the bottom-left you can see the physiological parameters, heart rate, blood oxygen, breathing rate, muscular activity, and so on, and to the right are operational parameters. On the top-right you can see a graph – more on that in a moment, and, on the upper-left, live, full color video feed, a penis-eye-view, as it were, of the dildo's vagina.”

Heckler felt right on the verge of a mind-blowing cum..

“Now, if you look at the second feed – that's this vagina...” - Leo waved towards the heckler - “you can see that it is almost very happy. The line started black, and rose up to the between the two blue horizontal lines, and as it rose it changed color from black to red to yellow. Now note the scale on the left – from zero to 150. When a vagina reaches 100 it will start to orgasm and be very happy.“

Suddenly heckler's dildo slowed its stroking noticeably.

Leo: “Notice how when the vagina got to the upper blue line, which unfortunately for this one is set to 95%, the dildo responded by reducing stimulation, keeping its vagina safely below the preset maximum arousal level.”

The dildo slowed and finally came to a full stop. The heckler let out a long, sorrowful moan and tried pitifully to jerk and buck against its restraints, but, barely able to move, was unable provoke any more stimulation. The video feed displayed a big, bright pink, glistening cervix.

“O.K., everyone, let's see how the other one is doing... Note the two blue lines – one at 105 and the other at 120 – and the bright green line see-sawing back and forth between 105% orgasmic and 120% orgasmic.” The graph had peaked a minute earlier and although it was approaching a trough, muscles visibly rippled just under the skin of within immobile silky inner thighs. Leo reached over and gently squeezed one of the delirious faceless woman's nipples. Instantly the green line spiked and another primitive guttural sound emanated, coupled with some spasms.

Ten minutes later Leo turned the faceless model's machine to low, and then off, and let the model rest for a while. Daphne, only on the machine for about 30 minutes and dripping sweat, was exhausted.

Meanwhile, the other mechanical dildo continued to play heckler like a violin, usually keeping its vagina teetering on the brink of ecstasy for four or five minutes at a time before backing off, letting the climax fade frustratingly away before repeating the torturous process.

Leo tried to demonstrate a few of his other wares, but it was clear that the crowd was more interested in enjoying the heckler's ever and increasingly desperate pleas for release. But the day wasn't a loss since half the attendees each bought at least one of the devices.

For the next 45 minutes heckler was continuously ready to cum and the machine was operating very slowly in order to keep its drooling vagina within its previously programmed 'safe zone'.  Heckler was crying, almost deliriously, continually begging God to let her cum. Leo responded by announcing to his prospective clients that since voluntarily striping herself naked, agreeing to being be vulnerably bound  in her naked state, and then begging to cum in front of an audience of strangers was neither degrading nor humiliating to his heckler, she must have extremely low standards of behavior, which he announced that he intended to explore.

By this time Leo had released his model and led her to a corner of the stage where there was a large foam pad, some small hand-towels (big enough to dry, but too small for modesty), and a cooler stocked with different flavors of Gatorade.

Heckler heard the clothed diners, her friends, applauding Leo, and laughing at the naked woman's self-induced predicament. The veterans of Leo's presentations were especially curious to see what would happen next. Leo was never too extreme with his models and much was often left to the imagination – what might happen – but heckler had endured extreme sexual frustration and had been totally humiliated for longer than the agreed hour. Leo never broke his word with anyone. This was obviously a very special situation...

Heckler finally broke out of her vaginal haze and realized that Leo had won. She saw the good people laughing at the stupid naked woman who volunteered to be tied up and used for their entertainment. Worse, she could hear herself begging them to help her cum in public for them, offering to do anything, and suggesting crude acts she'd be willing to perform. She decided to eat her words and apologize: “Leo, I'm so sorry. You were right and I was wrong. I realize now how humiliating being bound to your table can be.”

It was at this time that Leo dropped the bomb; he thanked her for her apology, then almost absentmindedly told his heckler that he was ready to start whenever she was.

At this moment the machine sensed that its vagina, while still within its limits, was becoming less aroused and it started stroking its vagina again.

Heckler: “What are you talking about? I stripped naked! <gasp> I let you tie me to this table and you've used me for God-only-knows-how-long! I apologized to you!”

The vagina was not responding adequately, so the machine started stroking faster.

Leo: “No – you challenged me to tie you to this table and I'm sure that we all appreciate your entertaining us like this – I know I do – but we're still waiting for you to finish getting ready.”

Heckler, grunting: “What?”

Leo: “Well, I'm still waiting for you to finish stripping. I mean, since you haven't  completely stripped, you're not really naked, so your hour of experiencing this table hasn't actually started yet, you know... strictly speaking.”

A few in the audience saw this coming, but most were surprised – particularly  the heckler. She cried that she was naked and that Leo was trying to take advantage of her and her situation.

Leo pretended to be angry at her fresh accusation: “Are you publicly impugning my honesty and integrity … again???”

Heckler, realizing her helpless situation and not wanting to make things worse: “No, I'm terribly sorry and I humbly apologize for my thoughtless comment, but I am naked, just like you asked!”

Leo: “You cannot be naked if you are wearing something - anything. Are you claiming that you are wearing absolutely nothing?”

The machine started slowly stroking its vagina again. The vagina was almost very happy instantly.

Heckler: “Of course! Just look at me!”

Leo, turning towards the crowd: “OK. I'm going to ask for a volunteer from the audience...”

A dozen hands raised; Leo pointed to one and a casually-dressed man approached. He wore a curious smile.

Heckler: “O-o-o-oh, thank G-G-God. John! You've g-got to help me!”

Leo: “You know each other?”

John: “Yeah – she's my fiancé What do you want me to do?”

Leo: “I'm not so sure you're exactly the impartial judge I'm looking for right now...”

“No matter who I decide for, someone will be dissatisfied.” John, held up his right hand, as if taking an oath. ”I promise that nobody – and I mean nobody – in this room will question my impartiality when I've decided one way or the other – not even the loser.”

Heckler looked smug and Leo looked skeptical. The M.C. thought for a moment, and continued: “OK. Your … fiancé … has repeatedly insulted me …

John: Yeah, she does that...”

Heckler: “John!

Leo: “I claim that she has not followed the terms of our agreement, in particular, that she submit absolutely naked to this table. She claims that she has. I want you to examine her and determine who is telling the truth.“

John: “That's simple enough. Dear, if I decide in your favor, what sort of penalty should be imposed?”

Heckler: “He has to post in the Internet that he's a fraud with everyone here agreeing to be witnesses.”

John: “Honey, I don't think that I can compel anyone that is not a party to this to do anything, but the notice sounds doable and I suppose that voluntary testimony is possible. Sir?”

Leo: “OK, if she is correct, I will release her immediately, and post the notice. But for each item that this lying and slandering pile of... err ... she ... is wearing, she will owe me the accumulated hours, plus double as a penalty for its lies and slander. And if it gets up that high, for each week she owes, she will also grant a penalty wish – to do anything I want.”

Heckler, awaiting an orgasm that would not cum: “Yes!”

John: “Honey, are you absolutely sure you want to do this? I gotta tell you that I think this is a mistake. You should admit you were wrong and take the hour.”

Heckler: “Just tell them I'm naked and he's an ass and let's get out of here!”

John: “As you wish... “

Heckler: “...but first dial this machine up and set off my fireworks...”

John shrugged: “As you wish... “

John reached over and stroked his fiancé's silky-smooth inner-thigh and proceeded down the leg to the knee, to the calf, the ankle... Then released the clasp that held on a sandal.

Heckler gasped in horror: John! What are you doing?

John, ignoring the bound woman as he removed the garment: “I believe that this qualifies... One!”

The crowd erupted in applause. Leo: One plus the double (2) is 3. (looking at heckler) You owe me 3 hours now!

Heckler: John! I was just wearing that because the floor is cold and dirty!

John: That plausible. But you both selected me as the judge. I rule that this is an item that any reasonable person would agree is an item that a person wears.  I found it strapped on in the usual fashion and rule that she was, in fact, wearing it. I further rule that she was therefore not completely naked because she failed to strip completely.”

Heckler, sobbing: “Noooo.”

John removed the other sandal: “Two!”

Leo: “She owes me three plus the double (6) – that's 9 hours!”

Heckler, straining at her bonds: “Pleeeeease!”

John: “Could we put a cork in this?”

Heckler: “John! Stop this right now!”

Leo: “Sure, help yourself. There's a wide selection [pointing] over there...”

Heckler: “John! Come back here and let me go!”

John returned to his fiancé and produced a hood with a built-in ball-gag.

Heckler: “John! What are you MMM!! mmm!!!!”

John: “That's better...”

Leo, addressing the audience: “You see folks, when they do not strip completely, at a deep level they know that they are not actually naked. They feel less vulnerable, like they have a tiny, little, microscopic iota of control. You have to be very careful about this and, in the case of  cheaters, you have to firmly make sure that the penalty is worse than the crime.”

John removed a small ring from one of the woman's toes: “Three!”

Leo: “Wow – 27 hours already – and we're not even north of the ankles! Give me a minute, John...”

Leo walked over to Daphne, who by now was breathing normally and fully aware of – not to mention concerned by – what was going on just a few feet away, center stage. Crouched down. “You OK?”

She nodded.

Leo continued, “Good. Look, I won't need you to model any more this weekend. I'm pretty sure I've got a limitless one without a safe word for free. Don't worry, my word is my bond and a deal is a deal. The money in the case is yours. Every penny. But things have changed and you have three options. First, you can stay here and continue to model. I'll try not to let what happens to big-mouth over there spill over on to you, but some of it may and it will be much 'heavier' than usual – and I do mean very heavy... I'm not saying that you won't enjoy it, but I prefer to expose new models to the less vanilla stuff gradually and it may be quite shocking to a relative 'virgin' to this scene like you. And some stuff is probably coming out I don't usually show at all – it's so exotic and so extreme that I can't afford to pay anyone to demonstrate it! Or, you can take off with your money. If you decide to leave, that's OK, but if you leave you will have the to come back through the front door as my guest, as a member of the audience, and watch – and possibly participate in – the once-in-a-lifetime games that your replacement is going to play for our entertainment for the rest of the weekend.”

Leo looked over to John who was still finding contraband: “Or perhaps longer... “

Turning back to Daphne, he held out his hands: “Let's go. “

Daphne raised her hands. Leo lifted her up to her still unsteady feet and accompanied her to the side door. He opened the door and shoved her through: “Here's my advice to you. There's a shower in there. Take a long warm one and decide what you want to do. If you leave, Godspeed, and I'll call you later. If you come back in here dressed and fresh, you can be her guest. But if you come back naked...”

Leo reached between his model's legs and grabbed the still dangling inner labia: “If you come back with these hanging out we will find a place for you and a way for you to entertain my clients.”

Leo suddenly pushed her and she stumbled backward through the door and into his office. He closed it. He turned and walked back to the table: “John, what's up?”

John: “Around her right ankle, an ankle-bracelet, on her right hand I found 3 rings, on her head each ear two piercings with jewelry, I also removed a necklace, and on her left hand... <grunt> just a sec – having a hard time peeling the fingers open... <grunt> there it is... <grunt> my engagement ring. I lost track of the score...”

Heckler, sobbing: “Mmm!”

Leo: “OK. Let's figure out how long we get to play with this ...”

(5) Terri

Daphne was back in the room where she'd stripped off her clothes earlier. The case was still on the desk... but open! Not even two hours ago she'd locked it and swallowed the key! Fearing the worst, she opened it, and...

Her clothes – the envelope – everything was still there as if it hadn't been touched. She quickly checked the envelope. Slimmer! That creep! Stole my money! She ripped out the bills and got a surprise; there had been fifteen $50s . Now there were only ten. fresh. new. $100s... Leo had better than kept his word and Daphne was relieved and ashamed.

She noticed that one of the other doors was slightly ajar, revealing a bathroom, including a shower. She unbuckled the mask and stepped into the shower. As the warm, soothing water rinsed off her sweat she reflected on what she had just done and had just happened. A perfect stranger picked her up, took her to a building she'd never been to before and offered her money to strip. She soaped one breast and its erect nipple signaled its approval. He hadn't laid a hand on her but she accepted the money, willingly striped herself bare, then she'd paraded herself naked in front of a crowd of strangers and exposed herself in the most embarrassing and extreme way she could have imagined. Soaping the other breast, the erect nipple was happy too. Her voluntary extreme exposure and helplessness invited and got violation. If her friends ever found out, they'd think she was a slut. Her hands soaped her belly, then her abdomen. She could vividly recall the machine in her, playing her like a violin. Her soapy hands reached her crotch, and her clitoris produced a powerful jolt that dropped her to her knees. Leo had told the truth about everything.

After refreshing herself, she was nearly done dressing when there was a knock on the door. “Daphne?” came a voice from beyond. It was Leo. “OK for me to come in now?”

“Sure”

Leo entered. “OK – I've just got a minute. I just remembered that the public transit out here is total crap, especially after rush-hour and it's worse at night. I can take you back to the campus or anywhere else you want, but it'll have to be a bit later. You can camp out here in my office or, as I said earlier, you can to hang out in there as a guest. I've got a buffet. It's for the guests. If you want someone to come and take you home you can call a friend or two and I have passes for them (as guests – with buffet privileges) and you can go whenever you wish.”

Daphne was scared to go back in.

“C'mon!” Leo said with a confident smile and a warm tone of voice. He took her loosely by the wrist and led her to the third door. It was the way they'd come in originally, but instead of heading straight out, they turned down a corridor and through another door.

They entered the side of the exhibition room; finger-food overflowed a long table at the back. Dead-ahead a naked female, strapped to the inclined table, totally immobilized. Her head was completely encased in a black hood with her legs spread wide. Leo led Daphne to the food. There were already 'guests' at the buffet, rapidly switching their attention from the exhibition to the food and back. They looked at Daphne, and she froze. “Hi” one man said, glancing at her, then at the food, then at the show. “Hi” said Daphne. He looked at her again. “Excuse me” He brushed past her, rushing to his table. She picked up a set of tongs and, shaking, picked up a tortilla-roll and some fruit. A well-dressed woman walked up to her. “Oh, Dear, don't be so nervous!” the woman exclaimed. “This is your first time here, isn't it?” Daphne nodded. She grabbed Daphne by the elbow “Let me take you under my wing. Come on over to my table and we'll watch and gossip and get wet together!” she giggled. “Ummm” “Oh, I'm sorry – are you with someone?” Daphne looked at Leo, who smiled, waved a good-natured goodbye, and went back to work. “Ummm... I guess not... OK, I'll sit with you” “Great! I love company. I'm Terri” she said, grabbing a couple of sodas from the ice-chest. “I'm Daphne” and she followed Terri to the table.
They were so close that there was little that they could not see and Daphne felt a bit uncomfortable. She looked at her new friend; Terri wore a smile and happy eyes and was watching eagerly.

“Look!” Terri exclaimed, “I think I can see all the way to that vagina's cervix! This vagina is not going to be very happy for a long time, I'm afraid.”

“Why not?”

“Oh, that's right, you got here late. You missed it. This vagina shot off its mouth to the M.C., and apparently it's been a bad vagina for a long time. It lost a bet and now it's payback time.”

“Why are do you keep calling her a vagina? Isn't that demeaning?”

Terri laughed. “Wow, this really IS your first time here. Look. Most girls who come here and model Leo's wares cover their faces to protect their identities – so nobody knows that they have volunteered to be tied-up and used sexually in public – or what's worse, that they enjoy it. They haven't figured out that if you don't have a face you don't have an identity. If you don't have an identity, you're just meat. And nobody cares about meat's feelings... Look at that...” Daphne looked into the quivering open hole. “That's not a person” Terri continues, “THAT is just a vagina.” Daphne thought for an instant that perhaps she too could see the vagina's cervix.

“You should have seen the vagina that was here about an hour ago. Leo found a  nice one and he made it so very happy.”

Daphne gulped. “Really?”

“I can tell when they're so happy that they're delirious. That one was speaking in tongues. I'm frankly surprised that it managed to walk off the stage!” Terri giggled. “Oh, I would have traded places with that one though, but I bought two of those machines, so I won't have to come here, strip myself naked in front of these losers and reduce myself to being a helpless vagina plaything...”

A man stroked the bright pink clitoris. Slowly his finger went up and down its length. And as the little nub grew the finger circled its head, and again... then withdrew.

Terri added: “...like that one...”

The little clit searched for its friendly finger, in vain.

Eventually, it gave up and started to sag, but then the joyous finger returned an started stroking it again! The happy clit stood erect as the finger gently stroked the glistening silky smooth skin. And the finger stopped again.

Variations of this repeated many times until finally when the finger stroked the tender skin: “Does this little clit want to cum?”

Terri added: “...begging for someone to let it cum so everyone can watch...”

(5) Debriefing

Leo called Daphne later that week and they arranged to meet at the same cafe. He paid for her triple mocha and they found a table outside.

“So,” he started, “How are you?”

“OK”

”I wanted to give you some time to think about Friday evening and to give me your impressions. For instance, did you enjoy yourself?”

“The first part or the second part?”

“Both, but you could start with the first part if you want”

“I was so scared. I wanted to crawl out of my skin. I've never been naked in front of anyone before and there were so many people. Looking at me.” Daphne sipped some more of her drink. “Looking into me. And then they came up and saw me naked up close and touched my privates and I couldn't move and they touched me more....” Another gulp. “And then the craziest thing happened – I wanted them to touch me more and give me pleasure. I wanted to be naked and for them to reach into my soul and rip it out and make me explode! I could feel them and they were so close and they made me want it more and more....” Another gulp. Daphne quivered. “I want to feel that again.”

“And, Oh, God, that machine...  I want to feel that again too! I want it to frustrate me forever and for everyone to watch and laugh at me when I beg and plead to cum. I want to be humiliated and when I am as low as I can get, when I give up and just turning me on makes me cry in frustration, I want the machine to make be explode over and over... to tear me apart and take my breath away.”

Leo looked into Daphne's sparkling eyes. She really wanted more.

“And the second part as your guest. Wow. That was crazy, but there were times that I could tell that she was deliriously happy, like I was on that machine... I spent most of the evening thankful that I was a guest and the other part wishing I could trade places with your 'special guest'. But you were right. Some of what happened was way crazy and I'm glad I wasn't up there.” She rubbed one of her breasts, remembering the needles she saw lined-up like a picket fence around both of the vagina's' areolas...

Leo: “I'm prepping for another show this Friday. Wilder than the first part, much tamer than the second. Same terms as before. Except I'm going to prepare a special program for my machine... just for you. Are you interested?”

Daphne rubbed her legs together.

“I'm in.”

She couldn't explain it, but now being bound naked, exhibiting her sex, and cumming in the hands of absolute strangers who did things to her that she hadn't actually consented to – and was powerless to oppose – excited her.

Daphne stepped up on the stage. She walked over to the table and let Leo tie her down. She was on display, naked, for the full 50 hours. She ate, drank, slept, bathed, and relieved herself. Naked. In front of people. No privacy. And she orgasmed. Repeatedly. Everyone watched her beg for release, her raw emotions simmer, and boil, and volcanically erupt in an explosion of tremors, noise and fury. It was quite embarrassing at first, but every time she came – every time they made her cum – it was like a birthday party – everyone cheered as if the vagina had blown out all the candles and gotten its wish.

(6) BFF

On her fifth exhibition she bravely decided to forgo the mask – everyone would see her face. She would be a person and not just a vagina. As she was strapped in she saw her table-mate from the first show, Terri, sitting with friends. Terri had been at all of Daphne's shows, but this was the first time that Terri would know that the the vagina she'd been gleefully frustrating for weeks was her.

Leo started the show, same as before, with a hand-held dildo and folks came up to play with it in an actual vagina. The people would look at the woman and poke the dildo in her a few times and move on. Daphne was barely even warmed-up when Terri stepped up. Terry's eyes opened in recognition and a cheery smile crossed her face. She looked at the bound woman eye-to-eye: “I know you!” and then crouched down and looked at the spread vulva face-to-face “and I know you too!” It was as if she'd just been re-united with two long-lost, dear friends. She glanced at the rest of the line and said “See ya!” stepped down and handed the toy to the next in line. She hadn't even touched Daphne, who remained barely touched up to the very end end...

...when Terri showed up again, now the very last person in line. She'd been allowed back in line a second time because she hadn't actually wielded the dildo the first time. She stepped up wearing sad, pouty face. “I know a sad little clit” she said sadly, slowly sliding the phallus up and down over the exposed folds of skin “I've seen her very happy before, but she's oh, so very sad today.“ Rubbing the phallus side to side “Let's see we can make her happy again!” And slid it effortlessly into the hole.

Terri got to work and soon little clit and all her friends started to feel much happier. Daphne watched Terri at work, her tongue poking a bit out of the side of her mouth... Terri definitely knew how to improve little clit's mood.

Not to mention the rest of her body. For thirty minutes Leo's guests were treated to a tutorial on proper use of a dildo, conducted by Professor Terri. Although in attendance, Daphne missed most of the class, her brain being short-circuited most of the time. She would be given remedial instruction later...

As Daphne returned to consciousness and her breathing returned to normal, Terri addressed the audience: “And that, boys and girls, is how it's done.” She pointed/flicked the dripping dildo at the crowd menacingly “No slacking off next time!” and then tossed the tool to Leo.

Leo smiled and gave Terri a thumb's-up. Terri smiled and winked back. Whatever else might happen, at least Daphne started out with a bang, he thought...

Leo's Friday shows started at 6PM and wound down at 2AM (8 hours), started again at 10AM Saturday morning to 6PM, and 7PM until 3AM (16 hours), then Noon to 8PM (8 hours). The shows were organized in 4-hour segments, 3 ½ hours on and ½ hour break. The schedule was actually flexible (there were many unscheduled mini-breaks that occurred as Leo thought necessary), but this was the basic form.

Leo supplied a foam pad, 8' square and 4” thick, located at the back of the stage, for his models to rest and sleep on. Clients were not allowed on stage during breaks, so although the models were nude and on stage in full view for the entire 50 hours, the distance provided a sense of protection and they were able to rest.

After Daphne's first set, she hobbled over to the pad and (as usual) plopped her weary bones in a pile. Terri asked Leo for permission to get up on stage and he, of course, turned her down. She asked him to ask his model if it was OK. Leo didn't have any particular objections if the model didn't, so he asked her. Returning: “Don't put your hands anywhere you wouldn't on a public beach!”

“Thank You!”

Terri removed her shoes and sat down on the pad next to Daphne. “I am so glad to see you, kiddo!”

“I'm not just a vagina?”

“Are you kidding? I recognized both of you the second I saw you on stage! You'll never be just a vagina to me because I never forget a face!”

Daphne giggled.

“Look, we've only got about 20... 25 minutes, so let's make the most of it. Roll over onto your belly. I'll give you a massage and we can talk. You look like you need it.”

Terri straddled Daphne, sat on the plush upended rump, and put her weight into a back rub. “So, what's your favorite movie?”

The next set started. Daphne was on the table with her legs spread and a device with 6 clips mounted to a ring pulling her folds wide open. The clients were evaluating a vibrator with an attachment than looked like a finger for (according to the claims printed on the box) 'relieving female stress' in Daphne's clitoris. Of course, it had no such effect...

Leo walked over to Terri's table. “May I?” Terri looked up, smiled and pulled a chair out for him. “You're sitting this one out?” he asked.

“Depends on whether these doofuses can manage to get the job done right. We'll see.”

“Daphne seems refreshed. I guess I have you to thank for that.”

“You're welcome. I like her.” she looked Leo square in the eyes “Friends.”

“O....K.... If you don't mind – and I'm just curious, mind you – I saw the massage and you two chatting and having fun. It looked like girls' night. What were you talking about?”

“Movies”

“?????”

“She likes political dramas”

“?????”

Terri laughed. “You didn't think I was going to rub her nose in it and make her talk about how she's naked on-stage and getting masturbated on a live sex show did you? She's a really delightful person and she needs to get her mind off her work when she's on break. I imagine that's hard to do when you're naked and all alone in a room with a hundred male eyeballs leering at you for two whole days. You know, even at the beach they have to undress you with their eyes first. Oh... Oh, now look at that – looks like I won't be needed...”

Leo turned and saw Daphne, having lost her battle to moderate the vibrator-induced sensations, convulse in pleasure.

After a few minutes, “Excuse me...” Leo got up and confronted the fellow holding Daphne's magic wand. “How is that thing working out, OK?”

“Hell yeah! Look at her go!” Daphne seemed to be vibrating as fast as the vibrator.

“Wow, that's just great. And, you know, I'm sure she would be enjoying it even more if she were conscious. Look, why don't you step aside, let the girl take a few breaths and let someone else have fun warping her universe.”

“Awww! Man! Well.... OK...” walking off: “Man, I gotta get me one of those!”

<gasp!>

Turning to the folks waiting their turn: “Let's give the girl a moment to catch her breath.”

Bending over the model: “Daphne, if you're still with us blink an eye or twitch a finger or something”

“<gasp> Wow! <gasp>” She blinked both eyes and tried to get the world back into focus.

“I'm giving you a short rest right now. Wiggle your toes when you are ready to start, OK?”

“OK”

“Everyone, she's going to wiggle her toes when she's ready... Hey, where are you going?”

“She's wiggling her toes!”

Leo just looked at her. She smiled at him. Then she got stiff, gasped a deep breath and stopped looking at anything in particular. Leo shook his head and went back to Terri's table as his model synchronized with vibrator again.

He looked at Terri. “I've been thinking about this and I just can't have paying clients on stage touching my employees during their breaks whether they want it or not. First, I could get arrested for … I dunno .... something. It doesn't matter what, I just don't want to get arrested. For anything. And even if that wasn't an issue, I've already had to turn down three requests to give her 'massages' if you get my drift... If I let you up there again, and all hell will break loose. I can't have that. Sorry.”

He looked down at the table and put his hands in his pockets. Terri nodded sadly in agreement, and looked at her friend, who was presently somewhere between 7th heaven and the 8th. Leo reached over and put his hand in Terri's. When he withdrew it, he said “But...” There was a single dogeared $1 bill in Terri's hand. She looked at the bill, puzzled.

“You don't know what that is, do you?”

“Ummm... Almost a half-cup of coffee?”

“OK, you got me there, but really, that is a payment of valuable consideration in exchange for services rendered – a legal employment contract.” Leo started. “If you were my employee you would have a right to be on the stage, and if your function was to oversee Daphne's well-being nobody could complain about you giving her massages and pep-talks during her breaks...”

Terri lit up. “You devil! I accept!”

Leo got up and walked away. “Just keep your hands where we can see them...”

(8) Rescuing Abby

Daphne  modeled with Leo for a couple of years and was one of a very few students at her school to be 100% free of student loans by the time she entered her senior year.

Most of the time she took the financial hit and wore the mask – but not to protect her identity. As she learned in her first exhibition, when you have no identity you are not a person. Not really, and the clients were less inhibited playing rough with an anonymous vagina than they were with an actual person who had a face looking back at them. A face that reminded them of someone they knew and cared for. And when they were less inhibited, they fed her growing appetite for more... of everything...

Saturdays were the worst; that's when the stocks and paddles were demonstrated. Later crops and whips, and later, the TENS units...

Sundays were heavier than Fridays but lighter than Saturdays; they were a chance to recover from the welts... 

Leo and Terri worked together to make sure that Daphne was never so seriously wounded that it would show when she went back to class on Monday. As time wore on she experienced modeling sessions would have been well beyond her wildest imaginings if she hadn't witnessed the first night of Heckler's limitless, no safe-word 'exhibition.' Over time the 'product demonstrations' got progressively more exotic and extreme and Leo started paying sales commissions on top of higher rates.

Terri acted as best friend, confidant, and advocate. The advocacy became increasingly important as Daphne accepted ever more extreme 'product demonstrations.' Terri even took a couple of too-terrified-to-reveal-their-true-identity vaginas under her wing and eased their way. She gave them pseudo-names and they were stupefied when she recognized the masked vaginas and called them by name. Terri never forgot a face.

When Daphne wasn't working she was often at Terri's table. One night the show opened and a girl who was clearly new was bound to the inclined table. Daphne and Terri both saw how terrified she was. Daphne turned to Terri: “You won't be able to do anything for her... Repeat after me: Tamara” “Tamara?” “Good. Remember that. I'm going up there. Wait here until I give you a sign. Please.” Two minutes later Leo turned and was surprised to see a second masked vagina on stage walking towards the pad in the corner. After the initial dildo test, Leo brought out the automated dildo and started it up. The scared new girl seemed distracted.

“What's up?”

“It's me, Daphne”

“I figured. What's up?”

“This is a freebie. You know your main attraction is about to self-destruct. I'm up here to calm her down. I'll share the stage with her if need be 'till bed-time. Just make sure she can see me.”

Leo rotated the wooden frame slightly so the new girl could get a better view of her sister-in-exposure, strapped Daphne in it, and set her up with the 'almost cum' dildo. After a half-hour Leo let Daphne loose, then the other girl. Both were shaking uncontrollably, but for different reasons.

Daphne laid down, flat on her back, legs spread, waiting for the tingling in her crotch to subside. The terrified girl sat next to her.

Daphne: “Did Leo tell you about not telling anyone that you do this?”

Girl, in tears: “Yes”

Daphne: “That means we can't know each others real names. Got that? OK. Now give me a name – any name – that is not your real name.”

“Huh? Umm... Abigail?”

Daphne held up her hand. “Nice to meet you not Abby. I'm not Tammy” and they shook hands.

Daphne started to feel better and sat up, her legs still spread apart. Daphne could feel Abby staring in disbelief at her companion who so easily and immodestly exposed every inch of her femininity.

“Abby, Terri and I were out there and we saw that you are scared to death. I know exactly what you're going through and I came up here to help.”

Oh, I wish I came... You're a rat, Leo!

“Who's Terri?”

“I'll introduce you to her later, but for now it's just you and me. There's a wall at the edge of the stage and we're alone, in a room of our own... having a pajama party. Nobody else is here. Just us. Look at me... Just us.”

Abby blinked. She nodded slightly.

“That's better. So, Abby, what's your major?”

“H-H-How do you know I'm in school?”

Daphne punched Abby good-naturedly on the shoulder “There's, like, five of us working here and we're all in the university, silly! So what's your major?”

“English Lit.”

“Hey, that's great! You got a favorite book?” … “What's it called?” … “Who wrote it?” … “What's it about?” … “Why do you like that book?” Daphne kept Abby talking...  about anything else...

During the second set Abby was never on stage alone and was never in a posture that was quite as exposed as 'Tammy.'

At the end of the set the models sat back down on the pad. Facing each other, cross-legged. Exposed yet comfortable. Daphne could see that Abby was going to be OK. She pointed to Terri, then pointed to her mouth and to Abby. Terri disappeared.

“Abby, that was the last set for tonight. And the last set for me this weekend – I'm not even supposed to be working tonight! In a minute Terri will be here with some food. I can hang for a while, an hour maybe. You've got to get some sleep – you know you're sleeping here, right?”

A little scared: “Yes.”

Daphne, reassuringly: “Don't worry about a thing. Leo's very protective and Terri is too. You're in great hands.”

“Am I interrupting?”

Abby jumped out of her skin.

“Terri! Speak of the Devil! Have a seat! I'd like you to meet my friend who claims that her name is neither Abigail nor Abby.”

“Nice to meet you Abby! Here...” Terri handed the plate of tortilla rolls to Abby and joined the girl's club while Daphne passed out bottles of Gatorade.

They chatted and gestured and laughed.

The time flew and Daphne had to go.

“Tammy? Thank you – Thank you for coming up here and keeping me company. I thought I was going to die tonight. Then a naked angel came and saved my life! And thank you too Terri.”

Daphne: “Kinda a fallen angel...”

Terri:“Good one... Abby, see that table over there...” (pointing) “ right there in the front row? I'm there every show and I'm the only person on the planet that's allowed up here with you girls. We girls know this is rough and I'm here to do what I can to help. If I'm not already here at break-time and you want me, gimme a sign and I will be.”

Daphne: “I've got one last thing more to say before I go. We volunteered for this, you and me. We're paid to get naked and let folks entertain themselves by masturbating our bodies and making us cum for them, live, up close, and personal. And, believe me, I know exactly how bad that sounds. But consider this: you probably know someone who joined the Army. He (or she) volunteered and gets paid peanuts to be told to go to dangerous places and maybe get shot dead or blown to bits.” She held out her hands, palms up, as if she was comparing weights. “Getting masturbated and having orgasms... or... Getting shot dead or blown to bits... Seriously, who has the worse job?” Daphne poked Abby in the side of her head with a finger: “Think about that!” Daphne grabbed both of Abby's shoulders and looked her in the eye “We can't get hurt doing this – not really. Leo and Terri won't let that happen. Don't worry about anything that happens here. It doesn't define you. You're going to be OK. It's just sex, and it can be fun if you can just relax and just kinda let it happen. It's gonna happen anyway – you can't stop it – so don't fight it. Relax and let it happen. Oh. One thing more. In all the time I've been here, more than two years, Leo has not once touched me unprofessionally. Not even once. Terri will give you a massage if you want one; Leo won't even come close to the mat. And every client that has tried anything with me has been thrown out. Literally thrown out – like airborne. So when he told you that sex is sex and business is business, and this is business, it's absolutely true... If Leo says something, bank on it. Now go to sleep and tomorrow, please, try to relax and have fun. You might surprise yourself.”

They hugged, and Daphne got up and left.

Terri: “I'll be right back – I've got to talk to... er ... Tammy for a sec...”

Daphne was in the shower. Terri leaned against the door jamb.

Terri: “I get it. I couldn't talk with her because I had no rapport with her and, worse, I was just another clothed person and she would have felt threatened if I approached her during her break. You had instant rapport by common experience, you made her feel like she wasn't alone and helped her forget where she was. Are you sure you're not a Psych Major?”

Daphne smiled. “Common sense. Cost me nothing except 90 frustrating minutes of not getting off.”

“It was only 30...”

“Jeezuss! It sure felt like forever. Damn, that machine is good! I gotta get me one of those...”

“You keep saying that. And I always wanted to ask you why you do this, and now I think I know. Thanks for opening up to her.”

Daphne cut the water and grabbed a towel. “I've had a couple of years to come to terms with my profession – with my temporary profession. I'm not ashamed of what I do, really, not a bit, but I'm also really glad that nearly nobody else knows about it. It's been a lot of fun, and it's been occasionally horrific. I'll be bailing out of here when I graduate in June and I won't be looking back.” Daphne looked at Terri from under the towel. “But I promise to keep in touch with my dear, dear friends.”

Daphne showed up Sunday afternoon, just before the 4:00 break and took her usual seat next to Terri. “How's she holding up?”

“O.K., I think. At least she's not a complete basket-case, thanks to you. Time for me to get up. You might want to find another table or Abby might put 2 and 2 together and figure out who 'Tamara' really is.”

“I don't care if the other girls know who I am; we have a MAD treaty in effect, but you tell a client and I'll wring your neck!”

Laughing, “I'll keep that in mind. See you in a few...”

Abby walked over to the mat and fell to her knees.

“How are you holding up?” Terri asked.

Abby fell forward on her stomach, her face impacting a pillow. “Are we done yet?”

Terri got set to start a massage. Abby looked like she needed one, but seemed OK otherwise. “Only four more hours”

Abby moaned in a combination of anguish and pleasure.

“Who's that at your table?”

“A friend. Daphne. A mutual friend, really.”

“Daphne? I don't know any Daphnes. Never have.... Oh – right there.... Mmmmm...”

Terri leaned forward and almost whispered in Abby's ear “I think it's really interesting that our friend Daphne's name is not Tamara. Don't you?”

Behind the mask Abby's eyes widened. “Tammy? Really? That's her? She's so pretty. Why's she here?”

“She came back just to make sure you're OK. Do you want me to tell her anything?”

“Yes. Tell her thanks. I'm a little sore, but I'm OK. I'm going to survive this. And tell her that I had a little fun too...” giggling “maybe a lot... Tell her that she was right about everything. The key to surviving this place is simply to not worry about things you can't control. Tell her I know why she looks so fantastic; it's all the exercise we get here! I must have sweated off five pounds since Friday. I'm tempted to come back just for the workout! But I'm going to have to think about that. And really, really, really, thanks.”

A week and a half later Daphne and Terri were seated outside their favorite cafe on a fine Spring afternoon, sipping triple mochas, when a stranger walked up and asked to join them.

She sat uneasily and pulled an envelope out of her purse, then nervously slid it over to Daphne.

“To Daphne” She opened the envelope. Within was a card expressing everlasting gratitude, signed, “I will never forget! Laura” “P.S.: My name is not Abigail.”

Daphne passed the card to Terri and stood, her arms beckoning Laura to rise. “Good God, Laura!” Daphne beamed a smile so warm that Laura melted. “I am so glad to finally meet you!”  She pulled the girl close and hugged her hard. Laura let loose a river of tears and cried in Daphne's arms, relieved.

The girls chatted and laughed and gestured. And laughed.

They never saw Daphne again.

The Monkey

(9) Special Exhibition

Weeks earlier Daphne had heard of a special exhibition. There was little information regarding the sponsor nor details of any sort, only an email address and a date; the first Saturday of Spring Break. Half the girls at Leo's seemed to know all about it and Leo fought an ongoing battle against general mutiny. He'd looked into the matter, of course, but came up empty. He knew that his business is full of shady operators and the lack of information – even his best sources were drawing blanks – was a warning to him that something was very wrong. Somebody should know something…

The girls that were interested overlooked all that and took it as mysterious and exciting. Daphne threw her hat into the ring, emailing an application along with the others, but only because the salary was reputed to be five times the usual rate for one day, she was building her post-graduation nest-egg, and this would put a nice bow on it. With her experience at Leo's she was confident that she could handle anything.

On the Thursday before the start of Spring Break, Daphne received an email indicating that her application had been accepted and that she should expect a package to be delivered to her apartment on Friday afternoon for the date early on Saturday morning.

When the box arrived it contained instructions, 3 numbered bottles of bottled water, a set of medical scrubs, a pair of flip-flops, and a bus pass. She was instructed to wear only the supplied items,  to take a specific series of buses to a certain place where a taxi would be waiting for her, and to drink the the water from the prescribed bottles at certain times. It seemed really strange, but exciting as well.

The next day, she dressed as instructed, wearing only the clothing supplied. She had breakfast, drank bottle #1 and got on the bus at the prescribed place & time. She felt like she was naked in public. It was scary and exciting at the same time. At the transfer a taxi was waiting. She got in and drank bottle #2. The taxi driver knew exactly where he was going, which was good because she didn't, and he finally stopped at a trail head in a remote area. As her ride sped off she drank the final bottle (which tasted strange), walked up the trail, and after about an hour arrived at a clearing and a simple campground.  A wooden picnic table with peeling paint sat under the trees. 20' away in the center of the opening was a black steel barbecue grill welded to a 3' high pipe, set in concrete.

Her instructions indicated that new instructions would be here.

There were two items visible. One was a cardboard box, sitting on the picnic table, about a foot square and had a label on it that said “OPEN FIRST,” the other a long tube, leaning against the barbecue.: “DO NOT OPEN UNTIL INSTRUCTED!”

She opened the first box. It was practically empty. It contained only a collar, two padlocks, a length of chain, and the following instructions:

1. If you choose to continue you must follow the these instructions exactly or the deal is off and you can find your way home from here on your own.

Empty the contents of this box onto the picnic table.

Strip off all of our clothing and place it in the box, including the flip-flops.

The next instruction should not be necessary, but if you are wearing anything (bra, panties, jewelery, rings, hairpins, ribbons in your hair, … anything) you must strip it all off now and put it into the box. The only exceptions are permanently attached metal rings in the crotch, the breasts, tongue, or the nasal septum.

There is a device on the side of the campground that has a bowl near a curved mirror. This is a Solar Furnace. If you are on time anything in the bowl will be burnt to ashes or melted into a puddle a few minutes from now. Hurry up and put the box in the bowl and go back to the picnic table.

Lock one end of the chain to the barbecue pit, and the other to one of the loops on the collar. We know that you are familiar with this type of collar. It has a microphone on the outside and electrodes on the inside. After you put it on any noise you emit without permission will result in painful punishment. There is also a remote control that we can use to punish you at our discretion. Snap the collar on. This will be your final opportunity to back out of participating in today's event. You irrevocably agree to participate in today's event when you finish this task.

We had you drink a lot of water and you are probably starting to feel the urge to urinate. Well, even if you don't, do it now. If you also feel the urge to defecate, you will have that opportunity after the event starts.

Once you have finished item #7 your preparations for today's event are nearly complete. If you wish you may take a moment and watch the incineration of our clothes. You may now open the tube.

Before she started, three people emerged from the wood, about 50 yards distant. They appeared to be a young woman and two teenagers, a boy and a girl. It was difficult to gauge the ages from such a distance though. Daphne waved and the girl started to wave back before woman appeared to scold her. They sat cross-legged in the grass in full view of Daphne and pulled binoculars out from their knapsacks for a better view. Daphne felt strange with six big lenses examining every square inch of her as she stripped herself bare and prepared to incinerate her only covering. Of course, she'd stripped and exhibited her naked body hundreds of times, but this felt somehow different. As she stripped she saw the older woman talking to the two younger people, pointing, smiling, and the two would break out laughing.

Daphne stood next to the barbecue. The chain was secure. It was not very heavy but each link was welded shut. She figured that the chain was just short enough that she would be out in the open all day. Everything was complete except for one thing. She watched her clothing (their clothing) start to smolder as she closed the collar around her neck. Click... Click... SNAP!

Her former covering became a flaming sacrifice to the Sun, the three watched attentively as the naked female separated her legs and, squatting slightly, put her hands on her crotch, spread her labia wide apart and produced a powerful yellow stream. She'd pissed naked in the presence of strangers before as well, but this, too, was different.

(10) Trapped

Relieved, Daphne turned her attention to the next task. The tube was heavy. Out of it slid an envelope, a hood, a metallic device shaped like a 'U' with 1/2” long son the outside, two rods. Each rod appeared to be 1 inch diameter aluminum solid rod about 4' long. Semicircular loops were welded at each end, one in the center, and two more between the center and the ends. Inside the envelope were a Sharpie pen, perhaps a dozen 1' long 3/8” wide zip-ties, four sheets of paper, one labeled “READ FIRST,” the second “Rules for dead meat” (Hu??), the third “Instructions,” and lastly a blank sheet.

READ FIRST:

Before you get started entertaining us with a delightfully disgusting and degrading display, we want to take a moment to make sure that your situation as we understand it is absolutely crystal clear to everyone concerned.

You are alone, totally naked and securely locked to a heavy-duty barbecue grill set in concrete. You're trapped unless someone frees you. You have no food, no water, and no shelter. Nobody has rented this space for the past year and that we booked every space within a half mile of it for the next two months. Nobody knows that you are here and nobody is going to come to your rescue – at least not here. You are a dozen miles from anywhere except for the wilderness area about a quarter mile from here. Bet you didn't know about that. Well, we do. We don't actually know what creatures live there or if they ever wander over here but we've seen plenty of fresh deer carcases lately and vultures circle overhead all the time. You can do the math.

Unfortunately for you, the harsh truth is that at this moment you are not a person. You are even less than an animal. Even less than an insect. You are Meat. Flesh. Something's dinner. You have disappeared from the face of the planet and if you are really lucky you will starve to death or die of exposure before you are eaten. But it takes more than a couple weeks to actually starve to death and the weather is pretty mild so we think that it's much more likely that something hungry at the wilderness area will smell your sweat or your even more pungent urine (remember doing that?) and find its next meal – naked and defenseless – right here. It will probably try to kill you quick by biting your neck, but it won't be able to because of the collar you put on. Failing that it may decide torment you for a while just for fun and to tire you. Perhaps it will maim you just enough that it can bring its cubs over and safely use you as a defenseless plaything and teach them how to hunt for fresh meat such as yourself. But eventually they will feast on you. And the best part is you'll still be alive. Imagine the satisfaction you will feel supplying nutrition to the cute little cubs as they feed on your delicate clitoris and cunt lips! Later your bones will be scattered everywhere and nobody will know what happened to you except us.

So actually, you're not just meat, you're dead meat – unless you can persuade us to intervene.

At this moment a creature can choose to be our fuck meat – or something else's meal. We are of the opinion that it is in this pathetic creature's best interest to beg us to be our meat to do with however we please; every hour we spend demeaning and tormenting our meat is another hour of life that it will grovel in the dirt and thank us for providing. We also think that the pathetic creature should do whatever it can to make absolutely sure that its performance is so disgustingly satisfying for its owners (us) and our friends that someone will be enticed to bother using their bolt-cutters and to take their meat home for further degrading entertainment in front of their friends (and additional hours of life as long as the meat cooperates). Or we can leave it here to deal with, well, whatever encounters its next living, breathing meal here.

But let there be no doubt, at this moment the creature is just dead meat. And we don't care about dead meat's fate at all. The creature has one small insignificant decision to make right now: is it a warm meal waiting to be eaten alive? Or is it willing to do anything to live a bit longer?

Rules for dead meat:

1. Meat has no pride and meat has no shame. Meat cannot be demeaned. Meat has no rights. Meat has no opinions. Meat has no thoughts. Meat does not talk. Meat only exists to satisfy its owner(s) and if it ceases to be satisfying in any way it is simply discarded.

Meat's proper place in the universe as that it is just meat. However, we are progressive and we hereby pledge to never treat our meat any worse than we would treat a cockroach. We will give our meat plenty of opportunities to thank us for our beneficence.

Our meat/creature will be overjoyed to be absolutely and unfailingly obedient. It will not only eagerly and immediately do anything that anyone asks it to do, but, like a dog, it will exude genuine pleasure for being given the generous opportunity to please its owners in the most disgusting ways imaginable. Without hesitation. to cheerfully do anything we want.  Anything. We can not shame or demean our meat because it's impossible for meat to feel shame or to be demeaned. We are generous and, from time to time, may reward our meat with a special treat or a massage or other some pleasure. That said, our meat will be permitted to decline five requests. And, in fairness, any denied request also denies any identical subsequent request(s).

Finally, our meat will happily grant ten wishes. Wishes are granted; they are not requests and cannot be declined. Our meat will be orgasmic at the prospect of immediately granting any wish.

If the meat accepts all of the rules and sincerely desires our benevolent ownership, the meat can signify its joy by first kissing this paper, second, writing a short but earnest request begging to be allowed to grovel at our feet and to obey us forever, and finally, by following the instructions on the third sheet. 

We are not slave masters and our meat is perfectly free to decline our magnanimity now or at any time; it can also instantly end this agreement at any time by failing to sufficiently please us or by failing to abide by any of the rules. We will respect its desire to be something else's meat; we will put it back exactly where and how we found it and leave it to its prior fate as if we were never here.

Instructions:

1. Meat that is too stupid to follow these instructions correctly and completely is too stupid for us to concern ourselves with and it will be left here.

Recognizing its status as less than a lower life form, the meat will get down on the ground and complete the following instructions in the dirt where it belongs.

The meat must take a zip-tie and loop it through the loop at the end of a rod and around one of its ankles. The tie should be lightly snug. The meat must then zip-tie its other ankle to the other end of the same rod

The meat must take 2 ties and loop one through each end of the remaining rod and close the tie only until the first or second 'click'.

The meat must take 2 ties and loop them through the middle loop of the remaining rod as well as the loop on the back our collar, and zip the ties snugly.

The meat has seen the 'U' before and knows how it is worn. Install it

The meat must put on the hood and secure it. The meat must be sure that the leather circles are properly placed on our hood.

The meat must pull the rod between its legs up until its knees are beside its shoulders, then, positioning its elbows between its open legs, open its arms behind its knees/calves until it can slip its hands through the zip-tie loops at the end of the rod, pinning its legs between the rod and its arms.

The meat will pull the ends of the zip-ties over and again as needed until the ties snugly restrain the meat's wrists and it is incapable of escape.

With its cunt, ass, and udders totally exposed and its delicious meaty areas completely defenseless, the meat will contemplate its status as fresh, tasty meal situated so close to a wilderness area and the consequences of not sufficiently satisfying its betters.

Daphne shuddered. Shaking, she pushed the papers to her face and pretended to be passionate as she cried. She prayed that this was an elaborate psychological setup for an extravagant game ending with a series of mind-blowing electric orgasms that put you into semiconscious bliss. She wore an exuberant smile when she pulled the papers away from her face and hoped for the best.

She got to work and zip-tied her ankles to the ends of the nearly 4' long rod.

The barbs on the 'U' aligned exactly with the piercings in her inner labia, but the 'U' itself was quite large and it spread her more 'open' than ever before.
The hood fit very snugly and had a rubbery feel on the inside. The region over her mouth, nose, and eyes was form-fitting,  but spacious.  There were three round circles on its 'face.' The circles, covering the eyes and mouth, were held in place by Velcro, and lifting them revealed hard, transparent plastic under the leather. Painted on each eye and on the mouth coverings were bright, happy eyes and a big beaming smile. The creature wearing of this hood would be a perpetually happy animal, Daphne thought. There were no openings for her nose or mouth in the usual places; the front of this hood was sealed, like a diving mask. Instead, there were two perfectly round rearward-facing holes (about ¾ inch diameter) on each side for breathing.

Six 70mm lenses watched the animal sit down in the dirt. They watched as it leaned back and pulled its legs wide, giving them a spectacular view of its wide-open sex. The animal crammed a piece of paper into its vagina, then pinned its legs back behind its arms.  Its hands moved a little, and then it stopped.

The meat waited, the sun warming its splayed buttocks, excitedly oozing lubricant that ran down, over its anus, dripped down, and pooled in a puddle in the dirt. Sweat beaded on the faceless vagina's exposed skin. It worried that the people who watched it strip naked and immobilize itself didn't care and were going to leave it out, to be eaten – certainly the meatiest parts were defenseless and ready to be hors d'oeuvres for the next passing carnivore.

Eventually it heard voices. They got closer! It heard feet approach. It was relieved.

“Hold on a sec...” The meat heard the adult voice, then felt the paper roughly pulled from its vagina.

“What does it say?”

(11) Cecilia

Hi! I'm Cecilia. My sister is Angie and I remember the day she took me to meet the animal.

It started about a year earlier. They started going out only every-other Friday night. She and her boyfriend, Jake. And after a while I saw her crying in bed and she confided to me that Jake started asking her to do bad things. Dirty things. Disgusting things. She wouldn't tell me what the things were – she said I was too young to worry about it – but I was scared until she assured me that she was resisting. She would put him off and off, but she was afraid of losing him so she did little things – just enough to keep him. She said that she found out that he was watching something really dirty on the Internet. And the worst porn of all was of one woman that she called the animal because, like an animal, she would do anything and had no shame.

One Saturday we went out with my boyfriend, Dannie. Angie set it up the day before so his parents thought it was just a regular sleep-over for a day trip into the country with an early start. We did too. Anyway, we were up late and then Angie said that she had a special surprise for us planned but we had to get up early, like on a regular school day. (Dannie slept on a couch in the Den). Angie drove us way out of town, miles and miles, and then up a dirt road, like a fire trail. We pulled a bunch of stuff and boxes and stuff out of the trunk and went to some campsite. Set up the stuff and then hid in the woods.

This all seemed a bit stupid until I heard Angie say that she had set a trap for an animal! The code word! And it was coming here! But we had to keep quiet and do exactly what she said, at least for a while.

I already knew about the animal, but this was new to Dannie, so Angie explained everything about animals being naked all the time and doing anything – no matter how dirty, disgusting and shameless – anywhere, anytime, with anything, and so on.

Then a woman walked up the trail. It was so exciting! Was this the animal?

I looked at my sister and it was obvious that it was.

The woman walked straight over to the box we put on the picnic table.

Angie said “Come on!” and we did. We walked out of the trees and sat out in the open. The woman knew we were there – she even waved at me! – but Angie told me not to respond. Then the woman stripped off all her clothes! She took off her top and there were her naked bouncing boobs! Then she stripped off her pants and she was absolutely naked! She did it so fast that she went from normal to naked in a blink! I saw something sticking out of her crotch. Angie said that it was the animal's intimate sex. She didn't care! 

Danny couldn't believe his eyes, so Angie explained again how the creature – the meat – that we were looking at was not actually a regular human woman. It was an animal. It had no shame and it would happily do anything – anything – that we wanted it to do. Danny was wide-eyed, but still disbelieving.

I was still unsure about this 'animal' stuff.

But that naked woman sure had a fantastic body.

Angie handed both of us a paper, titled “Rules for dead meat” and told us to watch what happens. There were two parts. The first part were rules for 'the meat!' Fucking incredible! Right from the start. Not human, just meat. The meat this and the meat that, and the only pronoun was 'it'. Lower than a dog (but above a cockroach!).  And the last part was about it begging to be our meat and begging to obey us! Nobody would agree to what I read, being an animal and agreeing to do anything at all. Not even a human slave. An actual inhuman animal. No rights. Just meat to be discarded when we pleased! And if this naked woman did, then, she must be absolutely shameless – just meat!

We watched the naked woman read the paper and then break into tears of joy! Danny and I just looked at each other with our mouths hanging open. Un. Fucking. Believable! Is this naked woman really just meat? It sat down (in the dirt!) and tied itself up just so it could be completely at our mercy! We walked up and there it was. Every inch of its sex was exposed. And I mean every inch. Of everything. Exposed. And not just exposed, but wide open. Like it wanted us to touch its privates! Even disreputable human women don't do that.

Angie roughly took the paper from the animal's vagina and read it aloud.

The meat begged for us to take it and use it and abuse it anywhere, any time, in front of anyone! It promised to do anything we wanted. Anything at all. And it promised to be good meat. Without rights.

“Wait a sec... I have to talk to the animal for a moment.” Angie said.

Angie knelt down and whispered into the animal's ear.

It was so beautiful. It almost glowed in the morning sun.

The sun reflected off the satiny smooth skin of its stretched nether region and inner thighs.

I couldn't see its face, but it sure had a spectacular body.

Too bad this body was wasted on a fucking less-than-human animal – and I hadn't even seen just how low a creature this animal truly was.

But when I grow up, I want that body.

I knelt down beside it and put my hands around one of its udders and massaged it gently. It was so soft and warm, it was delicious. Danny was roughly kneading the other one (boys!), but I was growing breasts (Angie told me all about how important it is to understand that human women have breasts and nipples, but animals like this one have udders and teats, like a cow) and these were so wonderful. They had big, dark areolas that looked like twin Bull's Eyes that focused your attention right there, front and center, and hard teats that poked up pertly seeking attention. When I grow up I want breasts like those.

I stroked and squeezed my udder and noticed that the animal seemed to like what I was doing. I showed Danny and we both stroked and squeezed our udders. I tried gently pinching my teat and rolling it between my thumb and forefinger. The animal (which could hardly move) seemed to try to push its udders closer to us.

Angie took my hands away from my udder and Danny eagerly took over manipulating both of them (boys!). I felt sorry for the teats because of the rough handling they received. Angie told me about two special places and told me to put out my pointing finger. She held my hand in such a way that both of our forefingers probed together. She guided my finger to a place she called a 'clit.' I ran my finger up and down and in and out and the animal seemed to really like it. Then she told me to take the clit and squeeze and twist it hard and when I did the animal froze. Then she put our fingers into its sex. It was warm and wet and smooth. Angie guided me an area she called a 'G' spot. I felt a muscle spasm. Wow! Angie told me to try to massaging the inside with two or three fingers and the clit with my thumb at the same time, and the animal squirmed a bit and squeezed my hand tight. I felt powerful! I had unbridled control over pleasure and pain in my hands and I could deliver either at whim! I continued like this, pleasuring the animal's sex with one hand, and gently stroking the delightfully smooth crotch and inner-thigh skin with the other.

Speaking of smooth skin, there wasn't a trace of hair below the animal's neck. Its mons pubis was smooth as a baby's rear. The animal was even more naked than I would have been if I'd been insane enough to strip off all my clothes and exhibit myself like that..

We played with our animal most of the morning, stopping when Angie said that it was getting tired and it needed to rest for a while. I really liked touching the skin all around the animal's crotch – it was stretched smooth – and along its taught inner thighs.

Around noon the first of Angie's girlfriends started to show up and they all knew about the animal. In the mean time Danny noticed that the animal's stomach was bigger than before. Angie said not to worry. She opened her knapsack and pulled out a plastic tube – probably 6' long. One end had a rounded plastic cone and was perforated from there all along the first half of its length, but the perforations were covered with a thin plastic skin. At the middle was a big black butt-plug. Angie slipped the long tube into the animal's butt, occasionally twisting it, but finally it was all in except for the big, black butt-plug. It looked so big that I thought it wasn't going to get into the animal's butt, but Angie pushed and pushed and little by little the plug slowly went in. Then the plug suddenly popped into place as if the animal sucked it in!

Then the really weird part happened. Angie said, “You know how we were making the animal really happy before?”

Me and Danny, together: “Yes”

Angie:”What if I told you that this animal is so shameless and so disgusting that if you to make it happy again and it not only will deliberately push its own shit out of its ass, through this tube, and it will eat it, just to get you to please it more?”

Me and Danny, together: “No way!”

“Watch this!”

Angie connected a clear tube from the butt-plug to the hood.

“Is there any amount of pleasure, any amount of money, that I could possibly give you to get you to strip naked, let someone push a straw up your butt, and get you to suck and eat your own shit in public?”

Me and Danny, together: “Ewww. No!”

”Well, make this animal really, really happy and watch what it does.”

Angie's friends' cameras came out and they started gossiping and giggling loudly.

A few minutes later a thick, brown liquid started to flow out of the plug, through the tube, towards the entrance

I think that the animal knew what was happening because I could feel its belly muscles quivering. Angie removed the cover over the animal's mouth and told Danny and me to make the animal as happy as we could.

I could feel the animal tighten its belly muscles and push its shit and the brown liquid got closer and closer to the hood opening. I had my fingers in the animal's sex and I could feel that it was becoming very happy. Then I felt its vagina squeeze my hand real hard and saw something brown squirt inside the hood and into the animal's open mouth. It swallowed! I had three fingers in its vagina to tickle the G-Spot and used my thumb to play with its clitoris. Its chest heaved as the animal took a deep breath and then I felt it start pumping. Again and again, and soon we could see only light brown liquid with darker brown bits. Angie's friends hushed for a moment, and then it happened. It sucked its own sewage into its mouth and I watched it swallow. And then it smiled! People don't do that. Angie's friends all started cheering the animal's disgusting display. It fed itself some more and gulped down seconds. And thirds. I think the first video was on You Tube about a few minutes later.

I looked at Danny and he couldn't believe what he was seeing! His face was full of wonder, trying to get his head around possibilities he'd never imagined in his wildest dreams. Right then I knew why Angie was so angry when her boyfriend wanted her to act like this animal.

“Danny”

My boyfriend looked at me, his mind still elsewhere.

“I am never going to do this or anything like it. Do you hear me? NEVER!”

“Of course!” he leaned over and kissed me. “You are not an animal. You are a woman!”

I'm so glad that that my Danny knows the difference between me and a dirty, disgusting animal that smiles when it eats its own shit. God only knows what else it will do.

“Angie?”

“Yes sweetie?”

“I'm sorry. I didn't believe you. I mean I sorta did, but not really. I mean, really. Who would believe... this?”

The animal continued pumping at one end (vigorously prompted by Cecilia) and sucking and swallowing on the other.

“But now I know.”

“That's OK.”

“So what's going to happen next? I think your animal has almost finished its … umm … breakfast.” I giggled.

Hearing that, one of Angie's friends snorted coffee out her nose, laughing “'breakfast!!' That's great!!” All good humor has a basis in the truth.

“I'm not sure. I think Jake and a couple of his buddies are coming over with a couple of other friends that particularly want to meet our bitch. I believe one is an English Mastiff and the other a German Shepherd. In a while I'm going to need you and Danny to get our animal ready for breeding. They won't be here for a couple of hours, so after it's finished (snicker) 'breakfast' we'll let it rest a while, then we'll get it happy enough that it'll be so hot and really ready that it would beg us to fuck a cactus.”

(That's something else that Angie taught me: people have emotions and can make intimate love, in private, but most animals don't care about their partners and they don't care who's watching. They just breed anywhere with anything)

(12) Playing for keeps

Eventually the animal heard voices. They got closer. It heard feet approach. It was relieved.

“Hold on a sec...” The animal heard the adult voice, then felt the paper roughly pulled from its vagina.

A mid-teenage girl's voice: “What does it say?”

“This worthless creature is offering to let us play with it if we will accept it as our pet. It promises to do absolutely anything we want. And it's granting us... nice! … 20 wishes! Nice. I think that we should test this creature before we accept its offer. What do you think?”

Two teen-aged voices, a boy and a girl, giggling, “That sounds OK.” “Yeah” “But the 20 wishes are for after we accept ownership. Shouldn't we get a few test wishes. I mean, just to see it's any good?”

“OK, I'll chat with the creature and see if we've got a deal or if we're outta here.”

Daphne heard everything and was scared. Then her world ended.

“Hello” the adult female voice whispered, “I don't know if you remember me. You got me thrown out of a class and put on administrative probation two years ago for copying an answer on a quiz. And for the past year and a half my boyfriend has been going to your 'shows' and coming back with the notion that a respectable girl like me would enjoy doing dirty, disgusting, demeaning, and shameless things like you. It took me a long time to figure out what was going on and a bit longer to figure out what to do about it.”

Little hands started squeezing Daphne's breasts.

“So I found you and I spun a web and here you are. Trapped by your own hand someplace where you shouldn't be. Someplace deadly dangerous – much more dangerous than me, and that's saying something! So, fuck meat, here's the deal. I wasn't kidding. Your predicament really is deadly serious and you really are probably going to be eaten alive and I really don't care if you live or die. I can walk away from here and not lose a second of sleep. I'm going to win and you're going to lose no matter what because your only job today is avoid being fresh meat by demonstrating to everyone what over-the-top enthusiastic fuck meat you really are. I wouldn't be surprised if your degrading performance is streamed live on the internet  – ummm... and come to think of that, you should definitely count on that happening on maybe a dozen different feeds. Don't worry about facing your friends if you get out of here alive because once they see what you really are I will be your only friend – and how pathetic is that? – that is, as long as you continue to put out and make money for the degenerate porn site that I started today – starring YOU! So, to recap, the better you do your job – the more enthusiastically you completely ruin your life – not to mention the more money you make for me live streaming – the more likely you get out of here alive.”

“Oh, and my little sister is asking about test wishes so we can sample the goods before we decide whether to accept this rancid pile of worthless fuck meat in the first place. You might want to be extra generous and give my sister 20 test wishes. Agree by wiggling your toes”

“Great. We can get started right now. Oh, one last thing, about those 5 request denies. I promised them. They're real and I'll honor them gladly. But you might want to think twice about denying us our entertainment – or my site its revenue. It's your wide-open stinky cunt on the line after all – and after dark you're dinner if you haven't been sufficiently entertaining. Dead meat. Think about that.”

“Great news kids, the creature has generously awarded us 20 test wishes now, plus 20 more if we decide we want to own it.”

The delicate hands left Daphne's breast and started inexpertly manipulating her clit. Without warning, the hand harshly griped the tender flesh and painfully twisted it! Soon  it was within her vagina. And then both vagina and clit and another delicate hand all over her inner legs and crotch. Inexpert or not, those hands were getting results, and learning quickly what worked, what worked OK, and what worked great.

Particularly distressful for Daphne was that the hands also learned how drive her tantalizingly close to pleasure, then either stop and let the excitement slowly fade away, or have the plug painfully ripped out suddenly with a twisted clit.

Daphne had no idea how long she's been used by the two teenagers, but she knew it was a long time and they were getting better at turning her on quickly,  holding her at the very brink of fulfillment seemingly forever, and then shutting her down, leaving her completely frustrated. They seemed giddy at the absolute power they had over the helplessly exposed femininity they were playing with. More people arrived and Daphne heard them laughing and making rude comments.

Suddenly the hands stopped again and Daphne felt something push into her colon. It went deeper and deeper, and twisted and turned, and went even deeper. It made her feel full. She started to relax her sphincter when what felt like a large cone made its presence felt at that very spot. Daphne knew it was a butt-plug and relaxed as much as she could. It was bigger than she was accustomed and it hurt like hell as it slowly invaded her bottom. Suddenly her butt swallowed it up to its neck, locking it in place. Daphne heard more people laughing as somebody connected something to one of her air tubes.

She felt the pressure in her abdomen subside slightly at the same time she smelled shit.

Then the two teenagers started again, one concentrating on her breasts and nipples and the other on her vagina and clit as before. Higher and higher, and finally the  teenagers brought her a delicious climax. Her whole body spasmed in glee, and her bottom pumped its contents into the mask. Daphne realized that she was pumping her own crap into the mask and the malicious teenagers were still gleefully operating the pumps. It quickly surged higher and when it got to the level of her nose she knew what she had to do. She opened her mouth and sucked it in. She felt little soft balls of pasta in her mouth and knew that they weren't pasta and the sauce wasn't gourmet either. As she swallowed she noticed the light reflecting from below – the mouth opening must be open! They're watching their fuck meat eat its own shit! She remembered the warning about pleasing her 'owners,' so she smiled for the audience. She sucked in another mouthful of her own product and swallowed, then smiled again. And again.

After a while that seemed like forever there was nothing left to pump and the show was over. The fuck meat was left on the ground, its bowels still connected to its face, and humans walked past and mocked it. Or probed the fuck meat's wide open sex hole. Or fondled its udders and teats. But everybody was amused and laughed at its pitiable self-induced helpless state. The fuck meat was probed and fondled and played with mercilessly while being constantly ridiculed.

It was around 3PM when Angie walked up carrying what looked like a pair of caulking guns.

Angie rammed the tip of the gun into the animal's rectum and started squeezing the trigger furiously. She yanked it out, jammed in another and repeated the process. Meanwhile the animal felt the urge to shit, an urge that increased with every squeeze of the gun. Angie yanked the nossle out of the animal and said “If you're hungry, your food is in your butt. You know how to get it out. You've got 5 minutes. Bon Apetite!” and walked away. “Cameras!! You're gonna want to stream this!!” Chained at the neck to a barbecue grill set in concrete, the dirty naked animal stood unsteadily in the dirt.

Someone ripped off her hood someone else came up with a set of cutters. and Daphne was free to walk around. The crowd gasped in instant recognition. Daphne's dark-adjusted eyes were blurry at first, but soon she realized, to her horror, that she knew nearly everyone there. And she was looking directly into at least a dozen cellphone cameras. And the cameras saw her shitty face, her bare boobs, and her naked and wide-open sex.

The animal squatted over the dirt and everyone there (not to mention the live feeds) watched the animal squeeze a light-brown paste out of its butt that looked exactly like shit. The animal pushed and pushed until it was satisfied that it was done, then it got down on all fours, shooed the flies away, and started licking the deposit. After a few tentative licks, the animal started eating voraciously, leaving nothing behind. Only Angie and the animal knew that the paste was peanut butter. But the image of the animal shitting in the dirt and then unhesitatingly eating it all went viral. Upon seeing the video, all who Daphne relayed it to her remaining friends. In minutes a hundred thousand people around the world knew her as is a shit-eating animal. Her family was shocked sick and her closest friends denied ever knowing her. Witnessing the event in person cemented Cecilia's opinion and she resolved to make it totally impossible for the animal to pretend to be human and renter society. She told Angie what she had in mind and Angie agreed, but said she's already planned for this and needed a bit more time – just a few minutes. Cecilia agreed to wait.

Cecilia watched Angie return with three steel stakes. She drove them in the ground, forming a equilateral triangle in the dirt, about 4' on a side. The animal was told to sit in the dirt and its hands were tied together behind its back, and to one of the stakes. Laying back its head was between the other two stakes. “Feet UP!” and the animal raised its feet. Angie grabbed the raised ankles and brought them down on either side of the animal's head. She tied the ankles to the nearest stakes and left the animal immobile, legs spread, butt up.

Angie came back wearing a skirt and carrying an old-style lunch-box. She squatted over the face in the dirt and said “Clean!” Soon a smile crossed Angie's face. She looked down, then to the people and said “I can't tell you how delicious a butt-hole cleaning can be when it's done with a talented tongue that loves the flavor of ass!”

Out of the lunch box came a speculum. It slipped easily into the animal's vagina,  which was presently less private than ever before.
“My sister and I have prepared a very special treat for this animal.” She pulled out a turkey baster, a narrow tube, and a Thermos jug. There was some paste in the jug and Angie sucked a generous portion into the baster, let out some air, and sucked in some more. “Fortunately, our treats are complimentary and each completes the other.” Then she affixed the tube to the tip of the baster and aimed for the now exposed and easily accessible cervical os, the orifice that leads to the cervical canal and on to the uterus. The animal flexed its legs uselessly as the tube found its opening and invaded its womb. Angie squeezed the bulb and injected her treat directly to the the core of the horrified Daphne's being. Out came the tube. Angie squeezed the baster bulb and sprayed the remaining paste into the gaping hole and over its vicinity. Then the speculum and everything went back into the lunch box, just as Jake showed up with Martin, Herman and Otto.

The fuck meat did not see them arrive because its butt, raised in the air, blocked its view.

Cecilia walked up to the animal, a cruel smile on her face, and said, cutting one ankle restraint “I have twenty wishes that you promised to grant. I've seen animals mate on nature programs on TV.” cutting the other ankle tie “My first wish is, I want to personally watch a dirty disgusting animal get fucked live and up close. I want to watch you make passionate love and consummate your arranged marriage to Herman...” She cut the final tie binding the animal's hands “...a dog, you fucking bitch!”

The animal saw the dog for the first time. It was more like a horse. The animal looked around, but it knew there was no escape. Angie intercepted Jake and Herman and gave the animal's 200lb fiancé a big hug and led him to his bitch. The animal took one look at Angie and surrendered. It got on the ground and raised its sex slit high. Herman smelled the unmistakable aroma of a bitch in heat and needed no further assistance.

The animal looked up and saw a dozen people who used to be Daphne's friends all holding up their phones, recording two animals mate. The animal felt its lover enter its sex hole, felt it stroking in and out, and genuinely felt good for the first time all day. Cecilia sat down in the dirt and Herman's bitch smiling. Happy. She steadied a dangling udder, swinging rhythmically and twisted and pulled on its teat. The fuck meat looked at her, a lustful twinkle in its eye and a smile....

The bitch felt its master's knot enter it, plugging its fuck hole. It convulsed to applause and filled with hot semen. Cecilia knelt down and looked at the animal's face. She gave it one last chance: it was absorbed in its own world, the center of which it shared with a ramming dog dick. “You are one lucky bitch!” Cecilia began. “You've got dog spunk in your cunt and dog eggs in the oven. You're cooking up a batch of puppies!” She laughed, “Congratulations!! You're gonna be... a DOG MOMMY!”

(13) Monkey

Daphne divorced herself from her feelings and literally became the enthusiastic fuck meat that the situation demanded.  She wallowed in the mud formed of dirt and every sort of bodily fluid/emission, human and otherwise. She passionately loved several dogs (each more than once), starting each with fellatio, and ending one with sodomy. She surprised everyone by managing to behave beneath every request. The videos, each of which were quite unique, were extremely popular and made Angie a hefty sum that she only ever admitted on her 1040s.

As the day wound down and the light started to fade, filming became more difficult. Angie grabbed one of the animal's tits and led it over to where she found it. She threw the zip-ties and the metal bars on the ground and told it to tie itself back up. A minute later the meat laid on its back, immobilized. Ass, cunt & udders, not to mention tasty thighs, all exposed.

All the adults walked off, leaving Cecilia and Jake alone with the creature.

Jake was drawn to the animal's supple udders. He started kneading them and squeezing its teats. “What happens if they don't want the animal?”

Cecilia started absentmindedly fingering its clit. “I dunno. Looks like they're gonna leave it here, I guess.”

“Cecy, we didn't really get to play with it.”

“I know. Plus I want this animal to pay for what it did to Angie. I want it to pay forever.”

Angie approached the side of the clearing and called Cecilia and Jake to join her. They ran half-way and called Angie back. Cecilia: “What's going to happen?”

“We decided to make it spend the night here. Nobody wants that filthy, stinky animal in their home. One of the guys said he'll swing by tomorrow sometime and let it loose. Or maybe the next day – nobody cares, really... After that it can walk back to town naked, like the shameless animal that it is.”

“Jake and I have a better idea. We're going to keep it and make it pay every day of its miserable life for what it did to you.”

“I don't think so”

“We're keeping it!”

“This is silly. OK, How are you going to make it pay?”

“We haven't figured everything out, but here's one idea:” (whispering) “You know how boys always want to touch you... where you don't want to be touched? And they don't leave you in peace until you let them?”

Angie nodded.

“When Jake wants to do that we can visit our animal and he can touch it or do whatever he wants, and I can watch. Maybe I rent it out to my girlfriends – and make a little money too.”

“That's a really interesting idea, but...”

“If you don't want it, fine. I do. It's mine!”

Angie saw that her little sister was serious and relented with a smile.

Cecilia and Angie started domesticating the animal, now called 'monkey,' right away. In gratitude, Cecilia gave Angie free access to her animal; whenever her boyfriend wanted to do something disgusting he could do it without demeaning Angie. And everyone could watch and post the videos on Angie's site! It was a perfect, win-win solution for everyone!

Cecilia was disappointed when, after 6~8 weeks, her monkey didn't deliver even a single puppy. That's OK, she thought. We'll just have to try again.

We have all the time in the world....

(14) Wishes

The blue light was on and the animal was operating the exercise machine. It pedaled and pushed and pulled at a steady pace, not too fast and not too slow. The animal learned a long time ago that if it operated the machine too slowly the machine would punish it, but if it went faster than necessary the machine would give it pleasure. And if the animal operated the machine even faster the machine gave it a lot of pleasure, but so much exertion was tiring and slowing down too much while the blue light was still on produced severe punishment. A long time ago when the animal first arrived here it was barely able to operate the machine without being punished, but now it could not only operate the machine for as long as the light was on, but occasionally the animal could go fast enough to persuade the machine to give it a little pleasure.

The only door opened. Cecilia pulled the key from the deadbolt and entered, followed by 5 more. The room smelled of musky sweaty sex. Near the door were several over-stuffed sofas set on a large oriental carpet, which the elegantly-dressed host offered to her equally well-dressed guests. The three couples had been on a dining date. Cecilia offered to show them something unique after dinner and they accepted. Now they were in a cellar watching a naked woman exercise.

The animal ignored the activity because the blue light was on. Nothing else mattered.

“Well, that's my trained monkey” Cecilia said, sliding the key into the dead-bolt and latching the door closed. “It understands spoken English, but does not speak itself.”

“That's a naked woman!” one of the guests exclaimed.

“I get that a lot, but let me assure you that despite what you think you see, this creature is actually an animal. It has no dignity, no shame, and will do absolutely anything to please us. Look at that. Imagine that you were buck naked and a bunch of strangers entered where you lived. What would you do, Jeanne?”

“Good God – I wouldn't be naked in an open space in the first place!”

“Maybe she's an exhibitionist, a free spirit... a nudist” the other woman, Marcia opined.

“Well, my monkey is a nudist in the same sense that any other animal is a nudist. It is naked and has no concept of any other way to be. It has no idea what clothes are for. If you gave it clothes, it would smile and thank you, and hand the useless items back. Or throw them away – anything but wear them. Excuse me for a moment.”

Cecilia picked up a control box and pushed a button.  The blue light extinguished and the green light came on. The animal stopped and got off the machine, and padded, stark naked, over to the people. It stopped at the edge of the carpet, dropped to the floor and knelt with its knees spread wide apart and put both of its hands behind its head, arching its back to project its ample udders. Its whole being glowed with sincere joy as it plainly displayed its femininity for all to admire.

Cecilia reached down and stroked one of her toy's udders and kneaded a teat. “Good monkey!” she said. The creature rested its head on its owner's arm and wore content smile, its eyes beaming up at its master, tearing lovingly.

The guests were incredulous, but also impressed at the naked animal's extreme devotion to their acquaintance. Cecilia's monkey looked like a woman, but acted like a dog.

Cecilia stepped to one side and returned with a pair of cinder blocks. Cecilia's animal watched and when its owner returned with a couple of plates its eyes opened wide with enthusiastic anticipation. Cecilia positioned the blocks about 2 feet apart and snapped her fingers. The animal jumped up, stepped onto the blocks, and crouched. Cecilia slid a plate under the creature. It grunted, finally extruding about an inch of stinky brown paste out of its ass. “OK” Cecilia said and the animal wiped its finger across its sphincter and the emission plopped onto the plate. Cecilia swapped plates and the process repeated. Cecilia picked up the two plates and held them as if to give them to the animal. “Give them the wishes” The animal beamed and licked its finger clean before accepting the plates. It calmly walked over to the guests and supinely knelt at the feet of one of the men, buried its face in the carpet and held the plate with both its hands above its head, an inch or so off the floor. The creature's demeanor was as if it was offering the man something very valuable. The man wrinkled his nose and said he didn't want any shit. The creature sat up, looked up at him sadly, and slid between Jeanne's feet and knelt before her. Jeanne didn't know what to do. Not wanting to seem impolite, she croaked out a not completely sincere “Thank You.” The monkey sat up and moved closer to Jeanne, whose unease increased as the distance decreased. But there was something in the poor creature's eyes that was happy and non-threatening. It reached over to her and grasped her hands, pulled them gently to its face … and kissed them passionately. Momentarily, it replaced her hands, and smiling at her, handed her the plate with its stinky offering and moved over to the next sofa.

The first person at the next sofa was Marcia. Having witnessed what just happened she sensed that something very strange, but very important was going on. She didn't understand what it was but decided to accept the plate before it even arrived and find out. She got up, took the plate and said “I am honored.” The monkey jumped up and almost knocked Marcia over, then gave her a powerful hug that almost took her breath away. The friendly creature obviously had not bathed recently but that didn't matter to Marcia. It kissed her cheek and smiled before scampering back to the floor at the edge of the carpet, and presented itself as before.

Cecilia's guests looked to her for an explanation: “Look at my little monkey. It has nothing to give anyone...”

“Except piles of shit!!” one of the men heckled, setting the rest of them laughing.

Cecilia glared at the rude men. “It has ALMOST nothing to give – except wishes.” she continued. “Wishes are ethereal, they have no physical form. You have accepted the only thing my monkey can produce by itself to represent a wish. Do not mock this. It has given you the most sacred, holiest gift it can possibly give, to grant a wish for it to do anything you want – and I do mean anything – just to please you.”

Cecilia paused and looked directly into Jeanne's and Marcia's eyes. “Think about that for a moment. A-n-y-t-h-i-n-g. Any. Thing. At. All. With. No. Limits. None. Nothing is out of bounds or too extreme. No matter how demeaning or shameful or disgusting an act might be for respectable human people like you, this animal will do it for you just to entertain you. And afterward it will thank you just as sincerely as it just did for giving it the opportunity. Now is the time to search the deepest, darkest recesses of your imagination for the most terrifying fantasy you have ever dreamt in your scariest nightmares. My monkey lives and breathes – it exists – only to grant you your wish. This is a golden opportunity. Don't wish for what you've already got on your plates...”

The two women held their plates and alternated between looking at the plates, each other, and the naked flesh that carelessly presented itself to them. Their mouths hung open. They knew that they had something big, really big, in their trembling hands. Their dates whispered dirty suggestions in their ears, sex with this or that. It was clear already that this creature felt no shame, and everything the men suggested was tame by comparison.  But women knew worse things a woman could do. Much worse things. Not just sex, but things that went to the core of being a woman. It scared them to their soul just to think of it. Worse, the monkey looked just like a human woman – cleaned up it could possibly pass as a reasonably pretty woman – and they empathized with it. This wonderful creature gave them its soul and thanked them for accepting it. How could they ask it entertain them by letting even that little bit go?

“Tell you what” Cecilia said, breaking the silence. “I'll give you a few minutes to think about your wishes and my monkey will take requests in the mean time.” The creature started humping its crotch again. “I'll go first.”

“Monkey, I want to do the same thing we did the first time we met. Get ready!”

The animal hurriedly ran all over the room collecting items.

Finally it arranged the cinder-blocks into an 16”x16” platform, 8” above the ground.

It picked up a long tube with a huge butt-plug midway. One end had a cone. The animal stood facing the humans, its legs spread, squatting slightly. It slid the cone into its rectum. Cecilia described the play-by-play: “That tube has large holes all along the first part, which appears solid because the holes are covered by, and the cone is made of, a plastic that bio-degrades super fast, especially in an acidic environment (such as in a colon). Inside a typical colon the plastic will completely degrade in about 10~15 minutes. This will expose a gel that liquefies to the consistency of water in about five minutes at 90°F. Let's call it a 'release agent.' You will notice that the animal is pushing the tube in and twisting it at the same time. This is to get the tube around corners. My monkey's colon is the same length as a human's, so when the creature is done, the tube will extend just beyond half the full length of its colon.”

“But it's not done yet. As you can see it's now trying to lock the tube in place. Once it's butt has swallowed the plug it be unable to push it out. There it goes! ”

The monkey reached down and grabbed a mask. It jammed the tube into one of two holes then slipped the mask over its face. It pulled on the straps, forming a perfect seal.

“When the plastic degrades, the release agent flows up and down the entire approximately 5~5½-foot length of the colon in a few seconds. The agent loosens the solid matter and dissolves most of it. The bits that remain solid (semi-solid) are small enough to float through the perforations with the flow to the other end of the tube.”

“Now our monkey is preparing to restrain itself.”

The monkey picked up a metal rod. The rod had three half-circle loops welded to it; one in the middle and one at each end. It laced a wire tie through each end and formed a loose loop. Then it took two and, forming a long tie, laced it through the middle loop, around its neck, and closed the loop. The monkey laid back on the mini platform it created, its butt hanging off one end and its masked head off the opposite. It grabbed its ankles and pulled its knees up to its shoulders. There was only one item left on the floor (besides a pile of wire-ties), a metallic piece shaped like a 'U' with three spikes on the outside of and near the strait ends. It hooked the spikes through tiny perforations in its inner labia on one side, and after obviously painful stretching and pulling the three spikes on the other side were securely spread the monkey's formerly merely uncovered sex completely exposed. Satisfied, it elbowed its legs back further, spread its arms, and slipped its hands through the loops. The monkey pulled on the ties and secured its wrists. It was done.

The men looked in wonder and amazement at the image of unadulterated, absolutely free, totally accessible, and undeniable sex that had given itself to them without restriction! They imagined making unlimited semen deposits without having to bother to ask permission first or deal with headaches or having to care about the semen receptacle’s feelings, desires, satisfaction, or any consequences that the receptacle would inevitably face later. If the mouth and anus were available too it would be a perfect male fantasy.

The women looked in empathetic terror at the defenseless captive, not only cheapening its sex, but inevitably fated to choose between breathing or drinking its own... ick. But they didn't know that the perfect female nightmare they saw before them could get chillingly worse.

Cecilia asked everyone to come forward. As they looked down they could see the monkey's clitoris twitch in anticipation. The monkey's clear vaginal fluids were about to overflow their chasm. She stroked the sensitive nib at the apex of its sex and said “Hello little monkey!” It smiled and its owner invited all to do the same. The monkey's sex  juice flowed past its plugged anus and dripped down, formed a puddle on the floor.
Cecilia pointed out a bit of simple physics: if the monkey tilts its head forward its anus is slightly below the opening into its mask, so even a slight pressure in its abdomen will cause the mask to fill. If the monkey tilted its head back (and there was 8” of air under its head), then gravity would completely fill the mask. Cecilia didn't have to say what the mask would be filling with.

Handing the guests a pair of dice Cecilia declared that the highest rollers would get the opportunity to masturbate the animal to orgasm. Chills ran up Jeanne's and Marcia's spines as both realized that the monkey's own sex was going to be used against it; pure orgasmic pleasure was the monkey's enemy and they were going to force it to climax.

Jeanne and one of the men won and the man wanted to 'operate the pump' which was just as well. Trembling, Jeanne agreed to massage the monkey's twin orbs.

At first Jeanne just gently massaged, but she felt the monkey ever so slightly thrust its chest upwards. She looked into the monkey's eyes and it looked at her, furious. She felt the udders bounce up and down again. The defenseless creature wanted this and insisted on Jeanne's help. Jeanne said softly, “I'm sorry” and started stimulate the udders in earnest. She massaged, she squeezed, she sucked, she bit; she did everything that she knew felt good – and unwittingly gave everyone a comprehensive demonstration of precisely what Jeanne enjoyed having done to her breasts. The monkey was staring upward with its mouth open. She looked over to the animal's sex and the man appeared to know what he was doing. “I feel something happening” the man said, “The cunt is starting to spasm. A little more G-Spot and a flick of the clit, and...” Everyone saw the monkey's legs straighten and shake and its body tense. “There we are!” he exclaimed,  gleeful at his accomplishment; he got a woman to climax when she knew that experiencing orgasm meant eating shit. “Man! That is one powerful cunt! You should feel how tightly it's squeezing my hand!” He kept up the stimulation and the abdomen kept pumping. Angie's guests watched as brown raced through the tube, paused for a split moment, then surged up to the mask and sprayed within. Jeanne sat transfixed, watching the sleepy-eyed monkey drink its own foulness as fast as the man could get the creature to pump it out. She mashed the udders together and twisted its teats; the monkey looked at her with bright eyes for a moment and smiled as it sucked in another mouthful of its own sewage, filth that it pumped out of its bowels and fed to itself. Then it closed its eyes, lost in sensual pleasure.

Jeanne's empathy for the creature waned. She watched it gulp down one mouthful after another. Cecilia was right. This creature looked like a woman, but it was not really human. Dogs don't even do what this creature did. It did all the preparations that made this inevitable. It knew what was going to happen. It wanted this. Jeanne knew the wish she wanted this animal to grant.

(15) Prickly Pony

Jeanne handed plate to the monkey and redeemed her wish: “I wish that this monkey would bring me the four items that scares it the most and then entertain us by demonstrating the most horrific aspects of the items completely and fully.” Only an animal would voluntarily torture itself as entertainment, she thought.

The creature appeared to wilt, but then it licked the wish off the plate and smiled as it handed the clean plate back to Jeanne, and scampered off.

Marcia walked up: “What are you doing?”

“This creature is sweet, in a cuddly, Hamster sort of way, but we saw it eat its own shit. I was right there, and it was enjoying it like there was nothing else it would rather be doing than eating its shit! I need to know if this animal is a sweet but obedient monkey with feelings that I can respect at least a little, or a stupid trained insect that I do not need to respect at all.”

Marcia saw the monkey return with its first item – and there was no doubt that it was scary. She recognized it from a book, but never thought she'd ever see an actual Vaginal Pear. She shuddered at the follow-up thought; that she was about to see 'the most horrific aspects' of this gruesome medieval torture device 'demonstrated completely and fully'...

Cecilia leaned over to Jeanne: “Cause all the pain you want, but I hope you both understand that I'm not going to let you kill my monkey before I'm tired of it.”

The monkey wheeled over two more items: a simple flat platform on casters with a simple vertical platform. From the side it looked like an inverted 'T'. Several nautical cleats lined the long edges. Finally a simple flat platform (on casters) with a 2' rod sticking up vertically in the center with a dildo on top, and a cleat centered on each edge. These items looked positively benign.

The monkey stood before its owner, it was upset and gesturing. Cecilia gently put her hands on the sides of the creature's face. She kissed its forehead and the animal beamed happy eyes again. Cecilia addressed Jeanne: “I'm afraid that the fourth item you requested is simply too large and heavy for my little monkey to move alone. If you don't mind I suggest that we leave it where it is and walk over to it a little later and surprise you. You will have the same effect even if your wish isn't granted exactly as you asked. Is that acceptable?”

“Sure”

“So, where do you want to start?”

“How about that thing that looks like a pair of sheets of plywood?”

“Good choice. It's called a wooden horse. Monkey, come here!“

“Looks simple”

“It is.” The animal stood with the board between its legs as its owner looped a rope around its ankles. “To avoid pain the animal tries not to sit on the edge.”

“That's it?”

“Believe me, when the animal sit on that edge, after a while it starts to hurt. It's no cake-walk. So the animal stands up, but its tiring, so it sits again. It's called a wooden horse because after a while the animal is in constant pain, bobbing up and down like its riding a horse.”

Cecilia's monkey was affixed to the wooden horse, arms folded behind its back and its wrists joined at its shoulder blades, standing on tip-toes to avoid the inevitable pain.

Fifteen minutes passed. Monkey looked calm. Cecilia started brewing a fresh pot of Java.

“Are you sure this is painful?”

“My monkey has been there before and is taking its time.”

Fifteen more minutes. Everyone has finished their coffee. Monkey still looks calm.

“This is a crock. ”

“Patience. I told you, monkey has ridden the wooden horse before. It spends hours every day exercising. It knows what will happen and has more stamina. It just takes longer to tire out my little monkey now.”

Marcia had heard of the wooden horse too. Although it didn't have quite the medieval (in every sense) reputation of the pear, it was fearsome. She looked at the monkey, straining to keep sex from touching the ridge and then at the pear.

The men were bored and wanted to go clubbing.

Ten minutes later, the men were gone.

Jeanne: “Can I try that? Just for a while?”

Marcia: “Are you crazy?”

Cecilia: “Listen to your friend”

The monkey looked wide-eyed and shook its head.

Marcia, directly in Jeanne's ear: “Have you completely fucking lost it?”

Five minutes later: “Just for a while. I'm really curious what all the fuss is about.”

Marcia: “You are a complete idiot. This torture device has been used for centuries. And guess what, Einstein, it's used because it works!”

Monkey shook its head strenuously. Marcia saw that the creature's protruding labia were kissing the device. Monkey was losing its battle.

“C'mon Cecilia. Let me try it.”

Cecilia: “Listen to your friend. You don't want to do this. Trust me. I know”

Jeanne: “We only met 'cuz of our dates...”

Marcia, grabbing Jeanne's arm: “Let's go to the powder room for a minute”

Jeanne, twisting free: “I want to experience this so-called torture!”

Cecilia, to Marcia: “Would you like to see how quickly and easily a proud idiot can be erased and remade into a shameless obedient animal? This is becoming too tempting. Shut her up or I swear I'll do it again.”

Marcia, under her breath, “Any more of this and I'll help you do it...”

Marcia, pleading: “Jeanne, stop this. You're being a child. You'll get the first part of your wish granted in a few minutes, I promise you! Come on and sit over here with me and let's watch together!”

The monkey nodded its head.

Jeanne walked over to the Wooden horse. “Now!”

Monkey shook its head violently.

Cecilia sighed a heavy sigh. She looked over to Marcia who just shrugged. They walked over to Jeanne. “If you insist. 45 minutes. Not one second less. Strip!”

“I'm not stripping for you!”

An awkward silence as Cecilia thought. “OK, we'll bend the rules a bit for the Princess. Not naked – bare legs. Lose the slacks and shoes. And you'll lose the socks too if you're smart”

(Of course, if you were smart we wouldn't be having this conversation)

Cecilia handed bare-legged Jeanne two five-foot lengths of good quality rope: “Tie these to your ankles”

“What?”

“We're going to tie your feet to the device, just like monkey here.”

“NO!”

”Then you don't go on. Look, if you know that you can just walk away, you won't feel helpless. That's part of the torture. Do you want to experience the device or not?”

(You will feel helpless because you will actually be helpless, you stupid cow!)

“You will untie me?”

“Absolutely! ...at the agreed time.”

Cecilia tutored Jeanne on how to tie a proper knot, but Jeanne actually did the deed herself. Way to go Jeanne!

“Hands behind your back”

“Huh?”

“I have to tie your hands. Increases the sensation of helpless. It won't be tight.”

(I might enjoy this and improve the gene pool at the same time!)

Cecilia expertly tied a secure knot around Jeanne's right wrist, looped the rope through her left armpit, over her shoulder, back behind the neck, over her right shoulder and under her right armpit. She adjusted the line, then secured the left wrist. Jeanne could barely reach the small of her back, and only uncomfortably.

Cecilia finally slid a pair of 2x4x24 studs perpendicular to the device's vertical ridge and instructed Jeanne to stand on them. Vertical ridge was made of 3/8 inch thick plywood. The top of the ridge's was round, about 1 inch diameter and covered with smooth white plastic. The woman straddled the ridge and, when in position, stood face-to-face with a very angry monkey. Jeanne whispered to her partner, “I just want to see what this is like for a little while”. The monkey shook its head, and glared again.

Standing 1½ inches above the base Jeanne felt the studs slowly slide apart and her legs spread. When she tried to reposition her feet she couldn't bring them back together. Her legs were spread until she could feel the bottom of her panties just barely brush the top of the ridge. She looked down and saw her two dinner companions pulling the rope tight and looping it to the cleats.

“OK. All set” Cecilia said. “You ready? These ropes don't come off for 45 minutes. Last chance to back out!”

“Go for it!”

“Not good enough. I want to hear you solemnly pledge that you want to experience my wooden horse for the agreed time, no matter what. I want you to demand that we ignore any and all requests to abort the experience”

(bored tone of voice):“I solemnly pledge that I want to experience your wooden horse for the agreed time, no matter what. I demand to be left on here for the full time. Ignore my pleas to abort sooner. Yadda yadda yadda...”

Monkey leaned forward, winced, and leaned forward a bit more. Jeanne could feel the warmth of the creature's breath on her face. Marcia lifted an ankle slightly and Jeanne felt the support slip out from under her. As she stretched to find the base the monkey looked sad. It leaned forward and passionately kissed Jeanne full on the lips. Startled, Jeanne returned the kiss in kind. Cecilia was less gentle. She firmly pulled it out from under her while she was still standing on it and came down hard on the ridge to intense pain. The monkey looked sympathetically at Jeanne and shimmied back to its spot, leaving a ruby red smear on the plastic.

Jeanne jumped up onto her stockinged tiptoes, sharp,intense pain radiating from her loins. She danced, trying to bring her legs together but the knots she tied to her ankles remained firm and her stocking feet remained slippery. “Christ! What was that?” Then she saw the monkey's bloody smear and dozens of sharp points poking through the plastic. OMG!

Cecilia: “What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean”

“Oh, you mean the hundreds of inch-long needles under that paper-thin plastic cover poised to tenderize your sex?”

Jeanne looked at the monkey and realized that when it came to kiss her, it deliberately endured meat-shredding agony just to comfort her.

“OK, I understand this thing now.”

“Congrats. You are one fast learner!”

“So you can untie me now.”

“Sorry. No can do.”

Cecilia sat on the couch with Marcia. “Look at those crotch muscles strain, trying to keep those slippery feet from sliding out sideways! I've never seen that before. It's something to see, isn't it?” Marcia nodded.

Practically on cue Jeanne's right foot slipped and her left labia majora was pierced in at least a dozen places. “YEOW!” Her stockinged feet slipped twice more (and her sex found the needles twice) before she was able to get her crotch fully off the ridge.

“Dear me. She really should get a set of those socks with the sticky bottoms” Marcia observed dryly.

Cecilia:“Right, or not be so stupid. I told her to lose the socks.”

“Let me off”

“But you wanted to get on. You insisted. For 45 minutes.”

“Please, let me off”

“Marcia, can I call you Marcy?”

“Sure. Most of my friends do. How's 'Cecy' for you?”

“Please, let me off”

“OK. I've got something I'd like to show you” Cecilia stood “Follow me”

Marcia got up and looked at the two wooden horse riders.

Crying: “PLEASE, let me off”

“Don't go anywhere – we'll be back in... well, I don't know when. Less than 40 minutes, anyway. Don't get into any mischief!”

Marcia slipped out the open door.

“NOOoooo!” The door closed.

Cecilia led Marcia to a room with a posh sofa facing a big flat-screen. On the coffee table was a remote control. Cecilia turned the screen on and there was monkey and Jeanne. Jeanne was quiet because there was nobody to plead to. Except when she lost her footing, that is.

Cecilia opened the conversation: “Well, that was pathetic Not even one minute and already the bitch is a ball of tears!”

Marcia: “When do you plan to let her off?”

Cecilia looked at her wristwatch. “Hmmm. Looks like about 42 minutes.”

Marcia: “Do you think she'll make it that long?”

Cecilia: “Oh, she'll last. The prickly horse won't kill her – it just feels like it will. The only question is how much pain she'll be in at the end. Do you remember how proud she was – that 'I wouldn't even be naked' crap? I'll bet you one dollar that in less than 10 minutes she'll be begging us to make her naked. I'll bet another dollar that she'll agree to more time too if we ask the right way.” Cecilia inhaled deeply and sighed. “You ready for more sobbing?”

Marcia sighed and nodded.

No sooner had the door opened: “Thank GOD you're back! Let me off, please.”

Cecilia: “I can't do that. My word is my bond and I not only promised you a 45 minute demonstration but you demanded that I agree to let you finish.”

“Please. I'll give you you want – anything!”

Cecilia smiled to Marcia. “Really? What would you give me, for instance?”

“I'll give you 100 dollars!”

“Wow. That's a lot of money. Suppose I think that you should give me 500 dollars?”

“OK. 500 dollars... “ A foot started to slip and Jeanne started dancing to keep her feet under her: “no – a thousand! I'll give you a thousand dollars to let me go!”

“I accept. One thousand dollars.”

“OK, Let me go!”

“Hold on. Not so fast. Give me the money first.”

“I don't have it here – it's in the bank.”

“I don't know if you even have 10 dollars to your name. The guys paid for everything tonight and your squeeze didn't even get to first-base with you. But I'll tell you what. I'll buy your blouse. What do you think it's worth?”

“It's an Anna Molinari.”

“Yeah? Maybe I can give it to Monkey to cut up and use as napkins, you know, during that time of the month. Do you think it's worth getting off the horse 5 minutes sooner?”

“5 minutes? Are you kidding? It's a designer blouse! I bought it in Milan last season! It's worth plenty!”

“Oh. Maybe you're right.” Cecilia walked over to the coffee maker and brewed another pot. ”Too valuable. OK. Keep the blouse if it's worth that much.”

Both legs slipped. The crotch came straight down, three rows of needles went through the skimpy cloth covering as if it wasn't even there, then embedded themselves into her anus, perineum, and vagina. The pain was so intense that she spasmed. Then, still skewered, she waved her feet around helplessly, searching for a secure foothold. There was none. She cautiously raised herself onto quivering, slippery tiptoes.

Cecilia whispered to Marcia: “This is the perfect time for you to walk up to her and be her best friend, the good cop. Tell her that her main problem is that she can't steady herself while she's wearing those damned slippery stockings, then offer to remove them in exchange for her agreeing to stay on the machine for another 5 minutes. Tell her that with bare feet she won't slip so much and the time will go easier. If I know my haughty women, she'll turn you down or try to bargain. Do not bargain with her. When she turns you down you walk away and double the price of your 'help.' When she tries to bargain, walk away and double the price again. If she tries to agree to the original price, walk away and double it again. Eventually she will decide that standing steadily is worth more than standing unsteadily and will agree to any terms at all.”

Marcia didn't believe it the proud Jeanne would do it, but Cecilia smiled knowingly: “A long, sharp needle in the right place can be very persuasive. Go see if she'll bite. When you get to 40 minutes, instead of doubling, see if she'll start granting wishes. But remember, you've got the only market in town. The price for giving her almost nothing is everything she's got – and more if you can get it. We're going to teach her to accept any terms we desire for whatever we want.”

Marcia walked up to Jeanne and slid her foot under Jeanne's heel and Jeanne could rest that foot. Jeanne was grateful to have a friend. “Untie me”

“You know I can't, but I can do something else to help you out. I can see that you're in bad shape. You can't keep your footing and we both know it's because of those damned socks. Cecilia gave me permission to strip your feet if you will agree to adding 5 only minutes to your time up here. You'll be a lot steadier. I think it's a really good deal.”

“That's insane.”

“I don't think so”

“Judas!”

“I'm sorry you feel that way.” and Marcia walked away.

She didn't even take three steps “Marcia, I'm sorry...”

The rest went exactly according to Cecilia's template. Jeanne eventually decided that steadier feet were worth staying on the device for an additional 40 minutes and granting a wish. Amazing!

Just a few minutes later Jeanne offered her blouse for sale, not for the Milan price, but for the previously offered 5 minutes. Cecilia cut her previous offer to just 2 minutes on the basis that it was just a old rag that was destined to sop up menstruation anyway, and thus not particularly valuable. Jeanne wisely decided not to negotiate the value of the item and accepted the 2 minute reduction of the time. It wasn't long before the bra and panties were sold, equally desperately, one after the other, in exchange for equally paltry concessions – and Jeanne was just as helplessly naked as the monkey before her. The proud Jeanne was not merely naked, she had shamelessly begged – begged! – two relative strangers to strip her bare!

Marcia walked over to the sofas, dug through her purse and returned. “Sorry I didn't believe you” She handed Cecilia two dollars. “That's OK.”

“What're you two talking about?”

“Oh, nothing, just a little bet. Cecilia said that you would be begging us to strip you naked in less than ten minutes, and... well, you begged us and there you are butt-naked...”

Jeanne's face flushed bright red.

(15) Happy monkey

Soon Cecilia decided to release her monkey. It looked sadly at Jeanne, then beamed at its owner, who lead it to the couches. Marcia whispered privately that she didn't want to redeem her wish.

Cecilia: “You practically have no choice. My monkey will get very upset if you reject it in this way.” She looked straight at Marcia “You know how important this is for it.”

Marcia thought a moment and had a flash: “OK, I have a wish that I want granted” and handed the plate to the creature. Still in pain, it grabbed the plate, licked it clean, and handed it back. “I want you to be my monkey and do whatever I want for the next five minutes.”

She turned to Cecilia: “Trust me for just 5 minutes.” Cecilia checked the time and and nodded her head. Marcy pointed to the floor at the edge of the carpet and snapped her fingers “On your back and hold your legs wide!” The creature awaited its next order and watched its temporary owner walk off, then return with a dry rag, a damp rag and a bottle. “Don't move!” She poured some Iodine antiseptic on the dry rag and the creature winced and twitched as she painted the exposed crotch orange. She dropped the wet rag onto the open crack “Hold the rag against your sex, get up, and come here” and walked to the couch.

Cecilia: “What are you doing?”

Marcia: “Getting my wish granted for a 5-minute vacation for the little monkey.”

Cecilia: “That's a stupid waste of a wish, but OK, Just don't get any really crazy stupid ideas; Rule #1: animals aren't allowed on the furniture, they sit on the floor at your feet. Took me nearly a year to house-break that one and you're not going to ruin all that hard work in 5 minutes!”

The monkey got increasingly uneasy as it approached the sofas; sofas bad for monkey. Marcia snapped her fingers, pointed to a spot on the carpet just in front of the couch “Sit!”, and sat down on the couch. She pointed to the spot at her feet again. It looked nervously at Cecilia. “You heard her.”

The monkey cautiously crouched down and as it sat, Marcia quickly slid off and plopped down right next to the surprised creature. Before it could react, she wrapped her arm around its shoulder and pulled it close. The creature was startled; nothing like this had ever happened before and at first it tried desperately to get away (“Stay!”), then fidgeted for a while (“Sit!”), and finally calmed down (“Good little monkey!”). It's temporary owner reached up and pushed its head onto her shoulder (“Good little monkey!”), then starting petting its head (“Good little monkey!”). The creature realized that it was not in danger and Marcia felt its breathing start to slow as it relaxed in her arms. Marcia held up her wrist-watch to Cecilia, then silently pointed to Jeanne. Cecilia held up four fingers, then five. Jeanne held up four fingers, then formed a zero, pointed to the now content creature, and did a thumb up and a thumb down. Cecilia shook her head and laughed. She walked over to the pair and said softly “OK! You are such a softie! I love it! I've got to deal with our sucker over there. See you in forty – I have a crazy idea of my own...”

Cecilia approached Jeanne. Soon the prickly horse rider granted a wish in exchange for 2 minutes of standing on the 2x4s. As she hopped down after her rest she discovered that a timer had activated a harsh electric current on the infuriating pins!

<zap!> “EOOWW!”

The monkey relaxed with its eyes closed and a smile on its face in painless tranquility for more than a half-hour. It felt its shoulder being shaken. It lazily opened its eyes and saw its owner standing above it. Instantly it realized where it was. It raced across the carpet and presented itself, shaking, its chest heaving in terror. Cecilia, to Marcia: “See what you did?” She walked over to her pet and said in a warm voice, “I am so proud of you!” The creature looked up at its owner cautiously. “Marcia says that you made her wish perfect.” It looked at Marcia; she was smiling and nodding. It smiled “She is so happy that she says that she wants more wishes” The monkey looked around. The bricks were out of place and its owner didn't have the plates in her hand. “Err... But not right now… Later.” The monkey looked disappointed. Its owner walked in front of it and sat down on the carpet, cross-legged. Now the monkey was really puzzled. Its owner never sat there. “Look at me. Look at my eyes. You are not in trouble, even though Jeanne's wish is not finished. You are not in trouble! Everything is OK! We have to make Jeanne happy and finish her wish.” Monkey smiled.

“But first, go thank Marcia, then come over to Jeanne with me.”

Monkey lept up and pounced on Marcia with open arms.

She could barely breathe. It felt like the creature genuinely loved her.

(17) Angry monkey

“Jeanne. You wished for my monkey to show you the items that scared it the most and to demonstrate the items to you, is that correct?”

Jeanne was busy bobbing up and down in a futile attempt to save her vulva from powerful electric jolts and perforation. She was in tears. “Yes”

“In your opinion, is it possible for me to demonstrate a whipping post and a cat-o-nine-tails to monkey by lashing monkey to the post and whipping it?”

“Yes”

“Then it's possible for monkey to demonstrate the things that scares it to you... on you.”

“Huh?... WHAT??!!??”

“Well, that's really the best way, isn't it? How else could you fully understand what it is that makes those items so scary?”

“No! I won't do it!”

“I really wish you would...”

“Oh, God no... I was under duress!”

“What?”

“You got me to grant the wishes while I was under duress. I didn't give them voluntarily. They don't count”

“Oh. OK, then we'll forget all about those wishes – and the 30 minutes I subtracted..... Let's put them back...” Cecilia walked over and crouched down to a control box behind Jeanne and started punching buttons.

“What are you doing?”

“I'm taking back the 20 minutes I gave you in exchange for the wishes you gave me. Or did you forget about that?”

“Nooo”

“OK, you're all set. Thirty minutes to go.”

<zap><zap>

“EEOWW – It was only twenty minutes!”

“Right, plus the five you had left, plus five more as a penalty for reneging on our deal. If you want to argue with me I'll be happy to adjust the penalty time... upwards...”

<zap><zap>

“Oww. What's going on?”

“That's probably the numbness compensation kicking in.  After the first hour the controller automatically adds a circuit and boosts the voltage, just in case the subject is getting accustomed to the initial, relatively mild setting.”

Soon Cecilia walked back to Marcia and monkey. “Hi. I think I've got a deal worked out. Jeanne has agreed to sample all of monkey's exhibits and experience them under monkey's direction. Monkey, Jeanne wants you to scare her the way I scare you. Also she's granting 25 wishes, 13 for me, 9 for you and 3 for monkey.”

Monkey's face displayed profound surprise. Nobody had ever granted it a single wish, and all of a sudden it had three. It suddenly crawled over to the edge of the carpet and presented itself.

Cecilia and Marcia walked up and with its hands behind its head monkey was making gestures. Marcia understood and stepped back, monkey got up, and followed Cecilia to the platform where Jeanne was bobbing, getting her vulva zapped about once every ten seconds. Monkey got up and standing beside Jeanne unleashed a torrent of gestures. Monkey was 'speaking' too fast for Cecilia to understand much of anything until the very end. Marcia didn't understand any of it except for the expression on monkey's face and the abruptness of the gestures – monkey was pissed at Jeanne! Monkey raised up on the balls of its feet, bounced up and down a few times, still gesturing, then stormed off the platform, plopped down on the bare floor, cross-legged, with its elbows on its knees, head in its hands, frowning.

Jeanne understood nothing except that her bottom was getting roasted. <zap>“We've got a deal, right?”

Cecilia returned with a ball-gag and stepped up on the platform. “Absolutely, You grant us 25 wishes in exchange for your remaining 25 minutes and we let you off. We all agree, and you are getting off in 5 minutes.”

<zap><zap>“What's going on here?” <zap>

“Well, a deal's a deal and we're letting you go right now. But it seems you really pissed monkey off. Its first wish is to gag you and you have to stay here for 5 more minutes. I only understood about half of what it said, but the phrases 'I said no no no' and 'shit for brains' came up over and over. Why don't you think about that for the next... oooh... 5 minutes...”

“MMMmmm!!!”<zap><zap><zap>

Marcia snorted. She liked monkey more and more. Wait a sec... She looked at monkey.

“Oh my God! Cecilia! Did you see monkey torturing Jeanne?”

“What do you mean? Giving her 5 more minutes when she thought she was finally off that thing?”

Laughing: “I'll grant that, but no. Remember at the end monkey was bouncing up and down a bit?”

“Yes, so what?”

“It was bouncing the whole platform up and down, including the needles on the top! Jeanne must have gotten an extra 20 or 30 zaps! Monkey was deliberately cooking her bottom!”

“No. That can't be. Monkey always bounces up and down on that platform.”

“Yes, but gently. This was different. It was pissed. I didn't understand the gestures, but I could see the emotion behind them. Monkey didn't start bouncing until it got angry. It electrified Jeanne's bottom on purpose, I think, because 'shit-for-brains' ignored monkey's warnings about the prickly horse: 'no no no' ! Your monkey wanted to teach Jeanne a lesson about paying attention to others' opinions, even if they are just monkeys.”

“Wow. You think?”

Five minutes later, the machine was off and Jeanne was exhausted. She squirmed as monkey pulled on her swollen labia and painfully attached the butterfly clamps. Then, pulling the 24” long chain connecting them, led the still gagged Jeanne to the dildo platform. She was being controlled by monkey, she felt subordinate to it.

(18) Granting a wish

Jeanne stood on the platform, her ankles lashed apart to cleats. She stood in a semi-squat. Another rope prevented her straightening her legs. She could stand squat lower, but could not straighten her legs. Monkey adjusted the dildo until it just entered the bloody vagina above it.

Satisfied all was ready it waved its hand at her, then ran back to cuddle with Marcia.

Jeanne was tired and relaxed her legs until her vagina had completely swallowed the dildo. It felt good and she started stroking herself. Cecilia made crude jokes about the size and shape of Jeanne's udders, and how they bounced up and down like grapefruit-sized balls of Jell-O.

Jeanne started to slow her stroking. Unable to rest by straightening her legs, her thighs were under constant tension. Finally, on one down-stroke she paused...

Then jolted up and eased down again...

And jolted up again. She started fucking the dildo again.

Marcia looked at Cecilia who said that the dildo wants to be fucked. “It has a sensor near its base and if it's covered too long the dildo gently 'reminds' its vagina to fuck itself with a mild jolt. Jeanne's problem is that it's impossible for her to satisfy the machine. She's just going to tire out and get zapped, start fucking herself again, tire out even more, get zapped again... over and over. She's going to completely exhaust herself and the machine will relentlessly continue to demand more. It's a really delicious torture, but the simplest ones always are. Jeanne's situation is hopeless, she just hasn't figured it out yet... Monkey is right to fear it.”

Marcia wished that anyone else (including monkey) could touch any exposed part of Jeanne in any way as long as Jeanne remained naked, and, gagged, Jeanne voiced no objection.

In time Jeanne was barely moving; she'd get jolted but her legs could only carry her high enough to clear the sensor. This repeated every fifteen seconds or so. A few minutes later and the rate was one jolt per 10 seconds, then 5... Marcia could hear muffled crying emanating from behind the gag just before Jeanne slumped on the skewer and started twitching constantly.

Monkey got up and motioned for Cecilia to follow. Monkey motioned some more and Cecilia smiled. “This is a Vaginal Pear” she said. Monkey held up the device. “Guess where it goes?” Jeanne watched with increasing concern as monkey spun the handle and it opened wide, then closed. Cecilia lifted Jeanne up. Monkey loosened something and pulled the dildo out of its vagina. “If you want to feel it in you and experience it, monkey's going to hold it under you and all you have to do is sit on it in the next minute.” Jeanne felt cold metal touching her crotch. She looked, pleading, at Cecilia, shaking her head furiously. Monkey nodded and Cecilia released Jeanne.

Jeanne's legs strained to prevent her from descending. Monkey held the device steady with one hand. Her sex slowly admitted the intruder. The effort sapped the final strength from Jeanne's legs. Before the pear was more than 1/3 within her, her legs collapsed. The vagina swallowed the pear in one gulp and fell to the floor in a heap. Monkey spun the handle a few turns and tugged on the handle a few times. Satisfied, it tied a length of rope to the protruding handle and dragged Jeanne on the floor, cunt-first, to the final demonstration.

“Marcia, I didn't know my monkey had this much imagination! Ending the endless dildo with the pear was an inspiration!”

“Are you sure its not angry at 'shit-for-brains'?”

“Wow!”

Monkey managed to get Jeanne mounted by itself. Jeanne was hanging by her wrists and ankles, each appendage attached to a different overhead corner.

Cecilia: “Wow. Monkey did well. Marcy, do you know what this means?”

“Not exactly”

“Jeanne wished for a demonstration of the 'most horrific aspects of the items completely and fully!' Jeanne could hang there weeks and we still wouldn't be done with her! Monkey just gave me Jeanne!... Monkey! Come here!”

Monkey had just wired the butt-plug and the pear to a TENS. Jeanne was bucking wildly as monkey presented itself at Cecilia's feet.

“You are the very best little monkey anywhere!” Monkey smiled. “You and Marcia go over to the sofa and leave me to play with my new little pig, OK?”

(19) Angie's revenge

Cecilia went away on an extended business trip and took Marcia with her. They hadn't had a vacation in years, ever since acquiring monkey, and later piggie. Cecilia asked her big sister to make sure the animals were fed and that the various physical and behavioral regimens were maintained and Angie agreed without hesitation.

Daphne woke up on her back. She realized that she couldn't move. She struggled mightily, but it was hopeless. Paralyzed! She could open her eyes but not move her head. Maybe this more of that weird dream...

She heard footsteps approach.

“Hello insect.” It was Angie! “I see you are in still naked the dirt with your legs spread wide open, you fucking slut!”

Definitely not a dream.

“I was going to leave you here the day we videoed you doing every demeaning, disgusting act imaginable – but my loopy sister decided to take in a stray sub-human mongrel. I've planned this encounter quite a bit better. This time it's just you and me.”

“You've heard of date-rape drugs. Most cause loss of consciousness and amnesia, but I found a very special one that just completely relaxes your arms, legs. Vocal cords too, so you can't make any annoying noises either. You are completely aware, great, huh? It'll start to wear off in maybe 2~3 hours and you'll be coordinated enough to get your dripping skank cunt out of here about an hour later.”

Angie started to walk off. And came back with an evil, self-satisfied grin on her face. “Oh, one more thing. I've arranged for an acquaintance to come by and keep you company. She'll probably be here within the hour. She's a devoted mother, and will probably bring her kids along to meet you. And I'm sure they'll really enjoy what you are showing them. Good luck and see you later!”

Angie knelt, kissed Daphne on the lips, got up and disappeared from view.

Daphne waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Someone scraped her sex from perineum to the top of her clit with a bristle brush. The combination of pain and pleasure was incredible. Paralyzed, she could only accept the electrifying sensations. Then it happened again. Wow! She could hardly wait to meet Angie's friend and her family!.

“You WHAT??”

“I put the animal down. I'm no doctor, and I couldn't very well bring one here. But I could tell that it was really, REALLY sick so I put it down. I gave it a shot, put it to sleep and took it out to where we found it. It was the only thing to do.”

Angie turned on a TV and slipped a disc in the player.

“I thought you'd want to see this...”

An image, looking down from above, of a naked female form laying splayed in the early morning sun appeared on the screen. Angie knelt beside the immobile form, kissed it, then got up and walked away.

Cecilia and Marcia started to get teary-eyed. Angie forwarded the video to the start of her favorite part, but remained solemn-faced: “This is about 45 minutes later”

A Mountain Lion padded silently up and licked the form's bare sex twice; the form didn't flinch, twitch, or otherwise move a muscle. Three kittens bounded into view. Two found the spread crotch and started gnawing. The third was crowded-out, so it jumped onto the female's belly and started biting the exposed vulva, tearing off loose skin and then going back for seconds. The devoted mother helped herself to a mouthful of fresh abdomen. The female form remained motionless as the family dined. Angie ejected the disk a moment before the female form was gutted, and the screen went black.

“Goodbye my sweet little monkey” Cecilia sobbed.

“I love you!” Marcia cried aloud.

Angie hugged them both. “It was for the best.”

Three years later a park ranger found part of a bleached human femur in an abandoned Mountain Lion den in the wilderness area. A search of the immediate area turned up a few more human bones and fragments, enough to partially reconstruct a leg. A shoulder blade and rib fragments were found near areas frequented by coyotes. DNA analysis identified the remains as belonging to a former Co-Ed college student, Daphne Williams, that had disappeared approximately seven years earlier – just weeks before graduation – amid a firestorm of controversy involving a series videos on Internet of the deceased engaging in such lewd sexual behavior that the University had begun expulsion proceedings on moral grounds. She was expelled when she failed to respond to any notices or appear at the hearing.

There were several different species' tooth marks on the various bones, and  absolutely nothing to indicate foul play. Terri testified that although she knew that her friend had a diverse sexual appetite, the videos shocked her and seemed out-of-character. Angie, the only other friend that the authorities could find, testified at the inquest that the last time she saw her friend the videos had just gone viral and she seemed to be extremely upset. The Coroner speculated that the deceased probably ran off to avoid the intense public notoriety, accidentally got lost, and died of exposure. The death was ruled accidental. Since most of her remains were never found, it was presumed that scavengers probably scattered the remains everywhere and were practically unrecoverable. Organized efforts to locate any more of the remains ceased. The missing-persons case was closed.

The remains – just a handful of bones – fit in a shoe-box.

They were sent to her ashamed next-of-kin and subsequently disposed of.

There was no further investigation.

Hikers continued to find vertebrae and rib and other fragments over a five square mile area.

When Daphne's remaining femur was found miraculously intact near a campground Terri contacted the campers and obtained it. She keeps it on a thick foam pad on a corner of her dresser, far from the front edge. She softly whispers to it every night, assuring Daphne that she is loved, that everything's going to be OK and blows her friend a kiss.

She mourns Daphne's passing every day.

Nobody else cares.

(20) Piggie

Marcia opened the door and entered the luxurious home she shared with her companion. After a long day she was exhausted. The piggie patted over, delighted to see its owner. It had anxiously waited and waited all day for its master to return. Like it had yesterday. And the day before.

Kneeling, it spread its knees and thrust its udders up, baring its naked sex. Marcia looked down and smiled. “Oh, little piggie, I'm so tired, but I have something for you!” The creature looked up with sheer delight in its eyes. Marcia reached under her dress and stepped out of her panties. The devoted pet leapt forward and disappeared under the cloth. Marcia spread her legs and instantly felt a mouth sucking on her crotch, a tongue flicking over and into her urethra, and hands pulling tight on her ass cheeks, hermetically sealing its face in her crotch. Giggling, Marcia rewarded her piggie with her treasured urine.

“Marcy – you're home?”

“Yes.”

Piggie suckled, intent not to lose a single drop of its owners valuable gift.

“Thought so. I saw piggie running to the door. It loves you so.”

Marcia put her hand on the bulge from under her dress and petted it. “Good little piggie.”

A tongue selfishly cleaned Marcia of any trace of the emission.

“How was your day?”

The tongue, expertly trained at cunnilingus, lovingly thanked Marcia for the golden gift its owner had so generously given to the undeserving piggie.

“You know, Cecilia. Dog eat dog...  Oh... Goood, little piii... Ooh! OMYGOD! Ooh-Ooh-Ooh!  Mmmmmm! ”

Two sparkling eyes peeked out from under the hem.

“Good little piggie!”

Notes

(21) Threads, characters, etc.

I feel compelled to write a bit about the characters/threads of this tale.

[update start]

These notes are not part of the story. Here I write of my thoughts regarding the characters, threads, plausibility of certain aspects of the tale, etc.  All of this can safely be left unread if you want; proceed to section #22. Do not pass Go, do not collect $200...

This section was originally written after the end of the story, which was the section immediately preceding this section. It was only later that I realized that the story was not really done. The notes here only refer to what has happened thus far. There are no notes at the (new) end of the tale and none of my thoughts from part 3 are here. Just so you know.

[update end]

The doomed central character is, of course Daphne (later: creature, animal, insect, meat, it, or the more loving endearment: monkey). She discovers by accident that she enjoys being a sub and as the sex gets more and more wild, she enjoys it more and more. She feels no loss of pride, no degradation, no shame because, although she willingly bares and subjugates herself, she does not actually freely decide to do any of what happens after that (although she comes back for more). Plus the money's good; she enters her Senior Year free of student loans plus a sizable grub stake to launch her future life from. She is sympathetic, even as a brainwashed sex zombie.

I didn't want to kill her, but it was increasingly clear as things progressed that there was simply no other way for her story to end, particularly since Angie, who has Oil of Vitriol surging through her veins, was not going to let Daphne live (or pass) peacefully...

Leo likes Daphne mostly because she is a star who makes him a boatload of cash. She 'demonstrates' stuff that none of his other models would touch. Considering his line of work he is not particularly exploitative and genuinely cares for 'his' girls, who are all recruited from a local university, and are therefore transient. He is constantly seeking new 'talent' to replace those who leave . Sometime in their relationship he starts to pay Daphne scale plus a share of the gross sales. It is a mutually advantageous partnership, if you will. When she disappears he knows something is wrong and he (together with Terri) files the only missing-persons report. But he also has a business to run and has no choice but to let her go.

Terri loves the feeling of power when she has other people's pleasure in her hands, or, even better, when her hands are in other people's pleasure. She prefers men in bed, but they 'sneeze' (thanks to Tori Amos for that reference) and apart from some cuddles it's pretty much over. Women are more fun; she enjoys pleasuring them until they forget to breathe.

Not really into pain, but likes being able to control and withhold and especially the giving of pleasure. She is Daphne's only true friend. She keeps Daphne safe and sane and tries to make sure that when they're at Leo's, Daphne always goes to sleep with a smile on her face. Although on Leo's payroll (sort of), she's not in it for personal or financial gain. A friend when it matters most. She went with Leo and they reported Daphne missing together.

Part of Daphne's legacy is that Terri later persuades Leo to keep a sympathetic veteran on hand whenever he's exhibiting a fresh vagina for the first time.

Nobody misses Daphne more than Terri.

'The Heckler' and her fiancé John form a dead-end thread. She is a shrew. John, her would-be husband has luckily discovered this early, but not quite early enough; he's engaged to her, after all. He takes advantage of her abrasive personality to create a way out without having to break the engagement himself. She simply disappears during/after Daphne's debut and that's the end of the thread.

If I really wanted to flesh-out a completely tangential thread that's totally unrelated to anything important (i.e., Daphne), I'd have her disappear completely, for instance sold into white slavery, eventually worn out and reduced not being good for anything but entertaining sailors and tourists by servicing domesticated animals while crawling naked in the dirt somewhere in Southeast Asia...  Meanwhile, John gets his ring back, finds someone who will actually pay to take the marginally domesticated shrew off his hands (deposited in a numbered off-shore account), gets a modest life-insurance settlement, and finds a wonderful lady to share his life with. They eventually retire to French Polynesia, where they enjoy drinking wine on the beach while watching the sun set over the warm Pacific at Kaukura.

A beautiful fairytale ending where (almost) everyone lives happily ever after.

The 'active Dildo' does not, as far as I know, actually exist... but it could. Every aspect of it, from the sensors, biofeedback and DSP to the programmable industrial control and web-server/remote control technology, nearly all of what is needed to make one today absolutely, positively exists now (and the rest could be developed). The trick is to find the right assortment of sensors, to figure out how to interpret the data and to correlate the sensor inputs to specific levels of stimulation/arousal. Most embedded controllers today are quite powerful (in terms of computing capacity). For instance, most cell-phones have more powerful cores (and more of them) than did regular desktop computers of just 10 years ago. DSP processors are particularly well suited to 'teasing useful data from the noise' that would be at the core of any such device.

If someone wants to fund a serious R&D effort, call me. I'm in.

Angie. What can I say about her? A legend (not to mention victim) in her own mind. Manipulative. Vindictive. Cruel. Fundamentally dishonest while publicly proclaiming her absolute honesty. And those are her good qualities.

She fully intended to dispose of Daphne the first day by leaving her in the wilderness area the minute she finished milking her victim of the most demeaning videos she could imagine (and sell). That fell through when her sister took Daphne as a plaything, so she formulated a 'Strategy-B'. I didn't want to write this, mostly because I really do prefer to leave yhings to the imagination and this was dimply too “xxx for Dummies” for me: Angie searched for and found a Mountain Lion den, put wireless cameras around, and learned that a female and her kittens lived there. Over a very long time she trained the cat to associate noises in a certain region of the park with a fresh carcass that was too big to haul back to the den. In time the cat started bringing her brood with her. Eventually the kittens grew up and left, but Angie maintained the occasional deliveries and awaited an opportunity to finish what she'd started. When she left Daphne the for last time she was certain that her nemesis would be dead within the hour. She was extremely delighted that the terror and suffering lasted longer. There are all sorts of grim possibilities here, but the more I think about it, the less I want to write it.

Cecilia initially picked up her 'sub-human stray mongrel' in order to make it pay for its alleged transgressions against her sister. In her mind Daphne's value as a  living creature is roughly on par with that of a fish. No rights, no respect, no empathy, etc. She liked having it and was sad when it died, but she always knew it was disposable. Clean out the bowl, and find another one that was just as entertaining. Less malicious than her sister, and nearly as insensitive, but right and wrong are not completely alien concepts. She was lied to by her sister from the very start about nearly every everything regarding Daphne, who had, in fact, done nobody any harm. Angie had better pray that Cecilia never learns so much as a sliver of the truth – particularly the part about how she arranged to get Daphne eaten alive. Perhaps she will and will arrange for her sister to live a miserable monkey's life.

And if Marcia ever found out, she would move Heaven and Earth to help Cecilia do it, too. Marcia was especially fond of the happy little monkey from the start and was devastated when Daphne was 'put down.'

Hmmm. This is beginning to look like an interesting thread to pursue...

[update: thread pursued: Part #3: “Daphne's Spirit”]

Some people think that they are better than everyone else. They go to one shop after another, terrorize the staff as their personal slaves, and leave with whatever they want. They are entitled to everything. Rules are for all the little people. But, of course, they are not; behind the scenes there is always someone paying the bills that makes all the outrageous behavior possible. A husband, a daddy, a sugar daddy,  an accountant. Somebody.

Jeanne went to Milan and bought a designer blouse... and when it mattered she only knew that it was “worth plenty.” This attitude permeates Jeanne's personality. I want this. No I don't – take it away.

Cecilia erased all that from the gene pool and did everyone a small favor.

Plus, the little piggy seems so much more agreeable.

A pair of scenes, both featuring Daphne/monkey, were partly inspired by:

http://bitcast-k.v1.sjc1.bitgravity.com/kink/imagedb/7937/i/h/830/15.jpg

You can guess which scenes I refer to...

Inter-species surrogacy is possible, but dogs are too distant genetically to be borne by Daphne, Angie's opinion of her victim's sub-humanity notwithstanding. Angie doesn't care if it's possible or not; it's simply a fiendish way to terrorize Daphne to her core, to make Daphne think of herself as a sub-human thing that bears animals. In any event, Angie had no intention of letting Daphne live long enough to deliver them, even if it were possible.

Bones can naturally bleach outdoors in the sun in about a year if the conditions are right. In my tale they are found after three, which ought to be plenty of time.

The sort of mind control that is central to this story occurs over and over in literature and popular culture (one of my favorite examples is Frankenheimer's 1962 film: “The Manchurian Candidate” – It's a bit dated, but if you haven't seen it already, see it. Don't read the liner notes, don't look it up on the 'net. Just see it. Trust me). While I have my personal doubts about mind control, it's a convenient mechanism that, I suppose, with the correct drug cocktail and other therapy, may actually be possible. Whether Angie and Cecilia could pull it off without help... well... that's another thing altogether. Let's pretend that they laid their hands on a copy of “Mind Control For Dummies” and followed the simple step-by-step instructions and leave it at that.

Don't know about my 'extra special' date-rape drug either. I thought I'd heard of something like it, but can't find it anywhere. No matter. There are all sorts of drugs that target specific zones of the brain. One section of the brain has been linked with a malady where the patient can be completely paralyzed while fully conscious. If a drug existed (or could be found/engineered) that worked only upon this region and temporarily mimics the malady, then... well, there you are. There are, of course, several classes of muscle relaxants in use today around the world, but all the good ones (many related to curare) also 'relax' respiration – can't use those here... But if a drug existed (or were found) that paralyzed only the motor functions of the extremities, that would work for this tale too.

The late Science-fiction author Arthur C. Clark famously said that if a scientist tells you that something is possible, he is almost certainly correct, but if a scientist tells you that something is impossible, he is almost certainly wrong. The same is largely true with respect to drugs and the brain (and mind control, see above). There is so much that is unknown (and just enough that tantalizingly is known) that it is difficult to flatly say that drugs of this sort are absolutely, categorically impossible.

I'm certain that a special drug with a conscious-while-paralyzed effect is possible, even if it does not yet exist.

Lastly, please keep in mind that when Gene Roddenberry wrote Star Trek, nobody – least of all him – knew how to make a Phaser or Dr. McCoy's medical kit or a warp drive. They still don't, but that does not subtract from some great stories that use these devices. Not that I dare to compare mine to Roddenberry's work, but do bear in mind that this is fiction and I've taken a few liberties.

I've genuinely tried to anchor my tale in the realm of the plausible as I understand it, even if it's not 100% possible today.

I hope that you enjoyed my tale (so far, and enjoy the end as much as I do)

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.