She had been missing for a few days by the time the police notified the community at large and they had few if any leads. She just had to be alive som...where. Maybe she took a holiday and forgot to tell people. I did a silent prayer to myself and silently hoped that she would not be found dead on some pig farm like all those victims of Pickton the pig farmer serial killer out west who killed mostly native women prostitutes and other vulnerable women. Missing women in the area seemed like a good. Not long after the original Teresa's Torture had been made.Nurse Foxley was holding Mum's buttocks wide open with rubber gloved hands, exposing her arse shamelessly. Dr Heinlein was poking a dark nasty looking probe of some kind into Teresa's brown bum hole. This seemed to be wired in to the same control box as the electrodes on her tits. Sister Sue was tickling and teasing at Teresa's hairy unshaven cunt with her own gloved fingers, inserting a finger often, while looking coldly into her. Though she was walking right toward me, I still doubted I had anything to do with her destination. I’m not bad looking, but I was dressed in my blue work shirt and slacks. It practically screamed retail, and that’s not exactly a chick magnet.To my surprise, she stopped right in front of me and said, “Hi.”“Hi,” I answered.“Want a hand-job?”It’s a good thing I’d finished my drink, because I almost certainly would have done a spit take.Did she just say what I thought she said? I stared at her in. When they were done, I felt like clapping, that was how good they were. There was no wasted motion, and they made subtle improvements as they went along, shaving an edge here, or shortening a spring loaded clip there. When they were done, they filled the machine with bags of product, testing each button and lever, making further adjustments as needed.When they were done, Craig and Glenn, two of their other workers, came over and did the same thing that David and his father had done. They worked.