Posted by Ay-Wun on October 27, 2006 at 17:46:14:
She saw it in a Dolcett post Heading in the form of a question, but didn't bother looking at either the post nor answers.
"What a wonderful idea!" She exclaimed out loud. "Now who.....,YES, Nancy!"
She didn't know Nancy but knew of her from that forum. Knew she was tall, and slim, and lovely. Knew her to be an accomplished writer looking for recognition. Master Mel gave her all the tools she needed to be his 'Collecting Agent'. Well, agent she would be for Nancy, just not the sort she's expecting. She would get what she wanted, and Master would be given all he lately wanted.
Master Mel had changed over the three years she'd been his 'Collecting Agent', and sometimes now it felt almost as though their roles had become reversed, she as Collector, he as recieving agent. His libido had fallen to near zero, while his appetite for girl meat rose, alarmingly, to seemingly compensate. His desire to inflict pain had turned purely to voyeurism, leaving her to give him a show, and leaving her bereft of her own.
"Was it possible?" she wondered, "That he was losing his reason, he couldn't be senile, he was only in his fifties."
He was Master though, and she would continue to fill his needs, but if her's were not met soon, she might seek another. He'd always been that rare Master though, who delighted in her exercising her whims, so long as they didn't conflict with his will.
Nancy would fill her latest desire, and give eye candy and meat for the Master. Sending an e-mail to Nancy's computer as bait, asking if she possibly wanted an agent who would charge nothing until her work was published, she waited.
Ten hours later she received a tentative, cautious answer. She responded by asking Nancy to meet her at Barnes & Noble, at 4 PM the following day. Dressed conservatively she presented the image of business as they met. While proposing a generous contract verbally, she told Nancy that she'd have to come home with her to read the actual contract. Nancy agreed to that, and also to leave her car in the B&N lot, riding along with her.
Arriving at the isolated house, Nancy followed into the huge impressive living room. As Nancy sat on the couch waiting for the contract to be brought to her, suddenly the seat collapsed, causing her to jack-knife into a hole, confining her as a chloroform mask was pressed over her face.
Collector pressed a button that hydraulicly lifted Nancy to the level of a gurney placed close by to receive the unconscious body. Quickly, she was taken to the torture/preparation gimbals. She wheeled the gurney beneath the center circle and cuffed wrists, ankles, upper thighs, and neck into the prime DaVinci X form. She then drew marks with a black grease pencil all the way around Nancy's hips at the level of her coccyx, halfway down each upper arm, and on her shoulders near to and all around her neck. Placing a ball gag in her mouth, she waited for her to awake.
As she performed these preliminaries, Master Mel had come in and taken his viewing chair. This was mounted on what had been a studio TV camera gantry, so he could view things from many angles. He had been delighted when she'd set this up on her own initiative. He now tapped his ebony cane impatiently. Master Mel had no need of a cane, it was merely an affectation.
Nancy stirred and shook her head to clear it, not understanding what was happening to her.
"You're Master's dinner dear, sorry to deceive you but you're perfect for our needs," She told Nancy, "This will hurt some, in fact, it'll hurt quite a bit, but I've heard you relish pain. After I get what I want, we'll stuff you and roast you, but now I have to do this."
Picking up a scalpel she began making a careful incision around Nancy's hips following the black guide line all the way around. Nancy was screaming in agony as Master Mel avidly looked on, his eyes agleam.
After cutting all the way around, she exchanged the scalpel for a round tipped skinning knife, sliding it under under the skin in an upward direction, again working carefully all the way around, turning the gimbal as she worked. With a six inch swath of skin loosened she began rolling it upward. Each time a swath was rolled, she used the skinning knife to create another, pausing momentarily at the navel to cut it away from the body. Periodically spraying a Nu-Skin aerosol on the raw flesh left behind to quench the bleeding. Reaching the lovely firm breasts, the nipples were cut away whole remaining attached to the unbroken skin. At this point she paused, taking up the scalpel once more to make new incisions at the other marked areas, on the arms, and around the base of the neck.
To make things easier for Nancy, who had been going in and out of consciousness from the pain, she now pushed vibrating dildos into both her holes, turning them on. She could have done this earlier, but Master took great pleasure in viewing the pain. After rolling the skin up the arms to the shoulders, the arms were repositioned to straight above Nancy's head. Soon, all that skin was loose and slid intact over her head and onto her hands. One by one the hands and the neck cable were loosed from the gimbal ring, being reattached after being freed from the skin.
The skin was carefully laid in a large pan of tanning solution, inside out. Checking to see that Nancy was still with them, she removed the skin, and stretched it over a sweater drying frame, then put it into the solution again.
Turning her attention back to Nancy, who periodically spasmed in orgasm, a baste was applied to all her body, except her head. After cleaning, a fine rice-mushroom stuffing filled her bottom and a cornbread dressing laced with pitted cherries (for irony) filled her sex, then, both vibrators were replaced. Arm by arm and leg by leg Nancy was now trussed like a turkey and placed in a pan on the gurney, then moved to the preheated oven. With her lovely head in a heat resistant shroud fitted with a breathing tube, into the oven she went.
Master Mel now maneuvered his seat to gleefully watch as Nancy continued to cum as she cooked, while his Collector prepared dishes for the rest of the meal and tended her skin project, clearing out the nipples and removing any non-dermal tissues.
When finally done, and on the table, Master Mel raved that Nancy was the finest he'd ever eaten, and truely stuffed himself. She, of course knew that this would be the case, saving the remainder in special containers in the freezer. Nancy's beautiful mounted head was put in a place of honor, with all the others, in the kitchen.
Days later, she finally took the supple leather garment from the stretcher, and tried it on. "It fits perfectly," she thought as she snuggled her own breasts into Nancy's empty forms. "I wonder if the ones they were offering on that site were as good?" She booted her computer and checked the site where she'd gotten her idea, crying aloud,
"Oh, they meant T-shirts with DolcettGirls slogans, not REAL Dolcett Girl T-shirts, sorry Nancy!"
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