STUFF LITTLE STEPHANIE IN THE INCINERATOR

BY SPYTH

[ part 8 ]

Gregg carried the naked child slowly up the stairs to the fourth floor. He had hoped it wouldn’t come down to this. He didn’t want to be the one, but just in case he was, he had picked out a room early this morning.

In the center of the round chamber sat a curious device that looked not unlike an organ. There was a keyboard at one end, attached to what looked like a giant clam shell.

Stephanie opened her eyes. “My bottom really hurts,” she complained.

“In a few minutes you’ll feel much better,” Gregg assured her. Gregg pressed a petal on the side of the machine and the clam shell swung open. Inside it seemed to be lined with hundreds of soft protrusions. Gregg lowered Stephanie into the shell, and then closed it so only her head stuck out from between the edges at the very top.

“What is this thing?” Stephanie asked.

“It’s called an orgasmatron,” replied Gregg. “It will make your feel real good all over. I play it like a piano from the keyboard, here. You’ll see.”

Gregg had never seen a orgasmatron before this morning either, but had heard about their reputation. They were designed to give the subject an orgasm, but if turned up to high and used too long, they would result in death – a very pleasurable death, indeed – but death none the less. If Gregg was forced to do Stephanie in, he would do it this way. She would die of too much pleasure.

As a high school music teacher, Gregg had little difficulty in operating the machine. He started slowly with at simple tune. The top of the clam shell seemed to wave with the music. Little Stephanie gasped and moaned.

“This feels so good! It makes me tingle all over, like last night,” she giggled.

Greg started to play faster, the music reverberated around the room, the shell rippled rapidly and Stephanie, started squealing with delight as the machine took her through an orgasm. The little girl then started moaning and making her little cooing sounds that Gregg remembered from the earlier morning hours as her body’s signal that her pleasure was at a close. Instead of slacking the intensity of the music, however, he plunged onward increasing the speed and tempo. New waves of pleasure hit the little girl. Her eyes were wide and her sweet mouth opened forming an “O.”

Gregg doubled the tempo again wondering how long the child could take it. Surely not for more than a couple of more minutes. Her little heart would give out any second under this intense pleasure.

Suddenly the room was filled with smoke and the music died out, despite Gregg continuing to work the keyboard. Stephanie blinked her eyes and said, “Wow, cousin Gregg, you’re right! That really did feel good!”

In shock, he pushed the petal to release the clam shells, and helped the naked little girl from the machine.

“It didn’t work!”

Gregg suddenly realized that Maude, Susan and Ted had been watching the end of the performance.

“She burned out the machine!” he replied in amazement.

“Opps,” said Stephanie, sticking out her lower lip in a pout. “I hope it can be repaired. Otherwise I’m going to need a lot of discipline when I get back to school!”

“Enough of this,” declared Maude. “Take her down to the basement. We will solve this problem once and for all.”