STUFF LITTLE STEPHANIE IN THE INCINERATOR

BY SPYTH

[ part 6 ]

After a half-hour’s exertions they lay quietly in the bed together. Stephanie snuggled on his shoulder. He thought she had enjoyed herself, but then he felt tears on his skin.

“Stephanie, what’s the matter?”

Her big, brown eyes were wet. “I just miss my grandfather. He really, really loved me, you know. He made me feel so special.” Suddenly and idea popped into her head and she sat up. “I can prove to you how special I was to him!” she jumped out of bed and grabbed his hand. Greg decided to follow her and let her show him what she wanted. It was the only way they were going to get any sleep.

Five minutes later Stephanie had them both back at the secret trophy room. She led Gregg to the side of the room exactly opposite the pedestal displaying Zelda. There sat another pedestal. This one’s clever mounting device was empty, though. Stephanie pointed proudly to a metal plate just below the top. The one on the other side of the room had been simply labeled “Zelda.” This one was labeled “Stephanie.”

“Grandfather said if an accident ever happened to me, like it did Zelda, he would preserve me the same way so I could be with him forever – all perfect and young! He told me if that ever happened, this would be my pedestal. He even put my name on it!”

Gregg touched the nameplate and noticed that it was hinged forward. Underneath were several buttons, knobs and switches. “Stephanie, what are these for?”

Stephanie glanced at them distractedly and said, “Oh, those would have been wired to my front and rear vibrators, my heater and my suction pumps. They’re the same controls that Zelda has.” She ran her had across the top of the pedestal which was padded like a bed. “Gregg, do you think it would be alright if I climbed up and tried it?”

He shrugged and Stephanie went around the side of the pedestal. There were hidden steps there allowing it to be easily climbed. Gregg noted that the top of the pedestal had a lot more space than was just needed for just a little girl. Stephanie then lay down on the mounting device carefully arranging herself in the same pose as Zelda, just floating a bit above the padding.

Gregg was pretty sure Von Munch’s intention had been to arrange an “accident” for Stephanie when she had reached the age were he thought her to have achieved “perfection” thereby assuring to himself her company forever.

“How do I look?” asked Stephanie.

Greg let his gaze wash over the little girl. In this pose the high, filmy skirt displayed her smooth slit to him and he could see just a bit of his fluids still oozing out of her pretty pussy. Her back was arched and the top had fallen away just enough to show off her tiny buds which seemed to be reaching to the sky. Her mouth formed the “O” shape and her luxurious hair trailed down to the pedestal where it formed twin piles.

“Perfect,” replied Greg. “You look just perfect.”

Suddenly Greg realized that he couldn’t really blame the old coot.