Daphne

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.

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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.

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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)