Dee's Tao
Chapter Three
  The Front Porch (Parched Terror and a Depraved Brush Fuck)

In its unique ability to transcend time and compress the memory of past events, Deanna's
fertile mind had conjured up all the events of that momentous visit to the Doctor's office
with her mother, about the same time that her current elevator trip was about half over at
the 10th floor. Dr. Kline's office was on the 22nd floor. Dee was still in deep reverie,
unaware of the slim, huge titted, beautiful, but malevolent presence standing across from
her. Rhea Bouvior was eyeing Dee with a combination of intense interest and bemusement.
The four other women and two men on the elevator were staring in various combinations of
amazement, lust and disgust.

Lost in her erotic thoughts, Dee had loosened her grip on the de-buttoned blouse to the
extent that several inches of her dark red areola was exposed. Its cock thick, four-inch
long and still lactating nipple is transparently visible under the wet material. Her
mushed and severely compressed cunt still dribbled through the soaked skirt and down her
legs, but in smaller quantity than during her street experience. She was zoned out,
partially as a result of her current shameful and erotically humiliating situation, but
mostly as a result of the gut wrenching horror of what happened following she and her
mother's visit to the Doctor's office. In her retrospective wisdom, Dee understood, but
was still amazed at how her mother was able to intensify her masochistic yearnings. In
addition, she did so in a manner that enabled Dee to endure horrible, almost insane
episodes of pain and humiliation. Many of these nerve ripping torture sessions would
literally have killed a normal woman. Eventually Dee, who would yearly grow stronger
mentally and physically, would be able to spurt out innumerable orgasms, even when bloody,
torn, and dehydrated to the point of total exhaustion. Her humiliation experiences would
have turned the thickest skinned individual into a psychotic fool, unable to leave the
sanctuary of their bedroom without breaking down into a sobbing hulk. As it turned out,
Dee's mother possessed genius inventiveness for creating and setting up many of these
events.

Dee's cunt experienced a minor spasm as she recalled the numerous humiliations her mother
forced her to endure while at school. She had long been the recipient of daily "moooo's"
since her size 48's at age 13. These unoriginal insults only intensified the next year, as
she expanded to a size 51EEE. Just before her fifteenth birthday, her hormones went into
hyperdrive. She grew to more monumental proportions at a faster rate. Just before visiting
the town Doctor with her mother, at age 16, she had expanded to a massive 62FF. By then,
her classmates had become merciless.

She begged her mother for home schooling. She was pissing in the wind. On most days, her
mother required that she drink her own piss out of a transparent cup, during lunch in the
cafeteria. She accomplished this by draining, out of the ever-present catheter, only the
six ounces she was allowed to lose during the school day. Then she had to get to the
cafeteria with the hand-held open cup by explaining that she liked to keep her lime aid in
her locker. Sometimes the derisive hoots and verbal abuse were so intense that she would
run to the restroom to finish off an eminent ridicule induced orgasm.

It was even too much for the enduring Dee and she would hide and cry shamefully and sadly
even as she jerked off for the fourth or fifth time while at school. Her tears would drip
between her naked and jumping tits (she had to release them to sag to the side of her
torso in order to get to her crotch) as her cunt juices dribbled in the toilet.

Of course by then (her junior year) all the girls knew why she made so many trips to the
rest room and often followed her there to listen to the action and giggle or insult her.
Occasionally, they would quietly sneak over to the adjoining stalls and yell "It's finger
dancing time Deanna". The suddenness and disgrace of being discovered jerking on her
five-inch long, inch-thick clit and sucking as much areola in her mouth as possible, often
caused her to immediately cum. Sometimes she would be so startled that her ass would leave
the seat and a short ropy spurt would hit the stall door. Once a girl named Peggy
Catchings made her lick it off the stall door in front of the three other girls who
watched with smug excited faces. Peggy would prove to be a violent presence during the
remainder of Dee's high school years. Thus, "big dick Dee, the cum-licking, jerk-off
queen" was added to the daily ridicules.

The worse episodes of humiliation occurred in the dressing room before and after gym
class. Mrs. Winston had convinced the local school officials that Dee should take part in
P.E. classes, despite her special condition. The liberal female principal and curious gym
teacher accented. The omnipresent catheter and twelve inch long tube, were explained as a
necessary appliance for "her condition".

It was sheer hell for Deanna. She had long ago discovered the girls were much more cruel
and tormenting than the boys were. The latter generally hooted at her and occasionally
engaged in some grab-ass and tit feels. None ever asked her out and none ever would. Her
massive tits, small waist, and rotund ass/widely flaring hips were much too intimidating.
Besides "the bitch has a dick bigger than me and she would rather jerk off all day than
fuck anyone." Dee of course, would loved to have gone out with anyone, had they asked. By
now, even she realized that it was not to be. Most everyone knew about her "slutty manner
and freak body." Even if a guy consented to screw her it would have been akin to throwing
a hot dog down the main hall of the school, so expansive was her cunt by now.

No, only a handful of girls fantasized about Dee and of these, only a few would venture
forth to seek her special company. One was Annie Blithman, the diminutive 80 pound female
school runt. Annie would evaporate to a hiding place in the locker room and excitingly and
brutally ram her hand up her ass as she watched the girls force Dee to masturbate to
several sobbing orgasms while in a variety of nude, obscene poses. On occasion, they would
beat Dee's expansive ass - as she masturbated - with a thick, six-inch wide paddle Peggy
Catchings possessed. This would be done to the tune of loud background radio music and a
lookout to prevent discovery by the gym teacher. Dee's scars and bruises were explained
away as the result of her own "sick" self-administered torture (usually correct) which was
being dealt with professionally. When the beatings occurred, Annie would literally
fist-fuck the shit out of herself with lust-narrowed eyes focusing on Dee's huge, scum
tossing cunt. "Ohh, fuck, I could get my entire face and head in that beautiful, leaking
monster!" The results of her cunt gobbling fantasy were a groaning orgasm and a shit
covered hand and wrist, which she greedily licked and sucked clean with her tiny mouth and
long serpent-like tongue. She was a disgusting shit eating little lesbian bitch, who
possessed almost no sexual taboos. She was also more socially courageous than her peers.
She would soon inform Dee that she thought she was immensely beautiful and wished to get
to know her better right away.

"Yes", Dee thought - unconsciously, arching her freshly wet right foot up, in a toe only
contact with the elevator floor. A small dribble of vaginal venom slides up and over her
knuckled-up toes. Her mother was responsible for creating for her, an intense erotic path
through the world, as well as one of "normal" contributing circumstances. However, as good
as she was at her profession and even her successful volunteer work - which was lauded by
the area United Way staff - the erotic side was becoming increasingly dominate, especially
during the last six months of reoccurring hormone problems. It was as if, in the "grand
scheme of things", her purpose was to become an anatomical anomaly of increasing
prodigious and impossible, proportions, and to provide for the needs of the special others
who would become a part of her unique universe.

Equally important, her service to these special people would further expand her own
horizons of emotional and physical suffering. Thus, she would symbiotically achieve her
own higher magnitudes of wants and needs. Her thoughts drifted to the moment it all began
in earnest, when she began stirring from her state of near heat-stroke death on the
floorboard of the car.

The cupfull of sports drink her mother had blown into her via a straw through her nose had
made the difference. That in combination with the air conditioning, which her mother had
turned on full strength during the ride home had revived Dee enough to become conscious.
She was much too weak to move now however. Spying the fluttering, dry-focusing and
confused eyes of her daughter, Mrs. Winston spoke in a firm clear voice. "Dee, if you can
hear me, I suggest you start moving. We will be home soon and I do not intent to carry you
to the house. Unwind your arms from around your freaky milk sacs and start stretching
those legs and feet. The glass and stones are not going to hurt you that bad. You are
going to be bleeding a lot more than that later, anyway. Move Dee! Move your fat ass
NOW!!. If you cannot get out of this car by yourself when we get home then I will beat you
out of it with a piece of the fire wood piled up next to the porch."

Dee could hear and understand her mother. She could not however, tell her mother how much
she hurt due to her excessively swollen lips which her mother had beaten to a bloody pulp.
They were now nearly the size of a ripe peach. Additionally, her floor, wall and fist
battered tits now felt as if a small fire was being stoked inside of them. As huge as they
were, they were now swollen to the size of over-inflated but elongated basketballs. The
rocks and glass from the empty lot were gouging and cutting her in over thirty places,
mostly on her right side, scrunched up position. "Oh Jesus this hurts so bad, she
whimpered to herself. I am so thirsty; so cramped. Must move for Mama. Do not want to be
beaten with the firewood. God! Its dried white oak. The bark will rip my skin off. Shit,
it will break my bones. Must move! Merciful God help me move."

Almost imperceptibly, Dee began to move her toes then her feet and, ever so slightly her
legs. Alas, even that little bit was exhausting. She gathered her strength after a few
minutes and with great and almost final effort was able to roll on her stomach.
"Ahhhiiieeeee!!" She silently wailed, "Oh, ohh! The glass is cutting me to shreds. My
tits! Ohh Shittt! My tits are being massacred... water, God water... Tits, ohh, my tits
hurt so much, I'm fainting; can't, must not, will be killed if I do... just a drop of
water, oh mercy somebody just a drop... PAINNN!!!"

Dee's new position on her stomach had flattened her pain racked bags a great amount,
resulting in a cleavage that topped out at her swollen mouth. The still swelling bags were
extended outward beyond her still paralyzed arms. She was now being cut and bruised in
approximately thirty new places, from her mushed tits to the tops of her feet and toes.
"No more. Can't take anymore. Gonna die. Oh God I love you Mama. Please help me. Please
don't let me die. Please have mercy on me Mama. I'm your little girl. I want to do what
you say, but I hurt soooo much. Help me Mama, just a drop of water then I can move for
you. Merciful God in heaven, just a drop. I suffer too much. Want to move. Can't. Gonna
die."

"Well we are home Dee and you haven't gotten very far. You had better heave you bloody ass
on the ground before I return from the porch. Won't take me very long it's only about 30
yards." Dee began to pray to the real God she knew existed and looked out for her. She
could not move. It was her death sentence. She prayed that God would remember the many and
sincere kindness she had bestowed on her early childhood friends and even those who
taunted and abused her the last six years. But mostly she implored that God would forgive
and protect her mother even as she was about to end Dee's short honorable life.

Dee tensed and emitted a single pitiful tear from her parched and traumatized body, as her
mother approached closer, crunching the sharp driveway gravel under her loafers. Dee
shuttered and continued her prayer behind throat scorching mewings of terror. "Open your
eyes Dee. I have decided to give you another few minutes to get out of the car. Give me
your head precious and let me blow this down your nose. Maybe Mama was expecting a little
too much, even from someone with your special strength. You are such a mess, covered in
shit, pee, dried vomit and all that vile juice from your slash. My poor little girl, so
bloody and bruised. Why your poor cow pussy is so cut up, that all that thick bushy hair
is soaked in blood. Oh! Mercy, there's a big gash on your huge floppy girl dick. Take this
water now. It will give you the strength to get to the porch. Swallow slowly. You can only
have a glass. Any more would make you cramp and loose it. You will get more on the porch.
Mama is going to clean you up and make you strong for tonight's ordeal. There, now get to
the porch the best you can. If you cannot then I will have to use the firewood and beat
you until you do. Hurry now I want you there by the time I return from the barn."

Dee and her mother lived alone on the 125 acre farm that her father had eked a living from
trying to raise beef and grow most of the crops they would need during the year. He had
died of heart complications; contributed to some extent by his intense labors and worries
that the two most important women in the world were being deprived of the things they
deserved but could not have. He was a good man who possessed a dignified "horse sense"
kind of wisdom, as did his wife. However, like most men, indeed like most people, his
concerns and ambitions for the women in his life were based on the so called conventional
wisdom, that "Women" expect, in fact, require certain things in life (generally stated as
more and better empirical and emotional circumstances). His and most of the world's
failure is that such generalized, information applies to the cultural or world body of
womEn. He was married to a womAn, with special and unique wants and needs of her own,
including the abiding and sincere desire to serve and provide as well as receive. This was
very true of his wife and most especially of his now maturing daughter Deanna.

Mrs. Winston in fact, possessed a high degree of self-esteem and a desire to give more
than take. Like her husband, she did so in order to provide a better life for all of them.
Her inborn determination and resolve had enabled her, after long hard study, to become a
Licensed Practical Nurse. She was very skilled and in heavy demand at hospitals, and in
the homes of friends and strangers. She was strong both mentally and physically and
possessed a cast iron stomach when confronted with the extreme cases of illness or injury.
Her twelve years of experience and trusted skills had enabled her to obtain the medical
resources required to attend to most any illness or injury.

She was focused and willful. This combined with her recent awakening, concerning Dee and
their future together, left no doubt in her mind that she would succeed. She knew that it
would be a grim and mostly horrible affair. She had much to learn too better prepare and
met out what she must. However, her skill at total focus, was aligned toward the rest of
this day. It was now noon on a 96 degree cloudless June day. Dee's real horror was only
about to begin and it would not end until 3a.m. the next morning

Dee's body absorbed the ten ounces of sugar water given by her mother through her nose.
Her lips were still tightly swollen shut. Though still severely cramped, cut in over 100
bloody places, and silently screaming as the fire grew more intense in her tits, Dee very
slowly but surely scrunched and twisted herself around to face out the open door. She
ripped herself in numerous new places as she did so. Some of the glass shards her mother
had thrown on the floorboard were as large as the tip of her thumb; a few were several
inches in size. Her hands were out the door now, grasping at the crab grass that grew
profusely in the driveway. She pushed. She heaved. She thrust with bloody grasping toes
and feet against the glass and rock strewn floorboard. Her compressed shit covered tits
were squeezed into a contorted elongated column of flesh as they became hung up on the
bottom lip of the doorframe, her areolas almost at her always-protruding thick, long clit
sheath. The clit itself was too hideously large to ever be sheathed completely. Even when
in a total state of repose, it hung in the impossible four inches necessary to fall even
with her gaping and drooling vagina. It was a protrusion of raw nerves that rivaled the
cocks of most men, especially when it expanded to maximum potential, as it would tonight.

At the moment however Dee's clit was dragging behind her and, between her huge cunt lips
as she slid across the now bloody floorboard. Her stretched welted milk bags popped
painfully free as Dee successfully heaved and grunted herself into a painful quivering
heap on the sharp gravel driveway. She was near exhaustion. Her appearance would have
shocked the local coroner. Though a lot of the shit, vomit and cunt crud were scraped off
on the door frame, she hardly displayed any regular flesh tones at all, so covered was she
with blood and crud.

Despite the heat, she quivered and spasmed. Her intense thirst returned. She had to get to
the porch before she became weaker. She struggled on. She was pitiful, crying to herself,
scared shitless as a sixteen-year-old would under similar circumstances. Her entire being
was racked with unprecedented agony. Had she not been so dehydrated she might now be
leaving a slimy slug trail of cunt cream across the driveway. She felt no erotic
stirrings. She was focused on the porch. Perhaps her mother's methods were beginning to
work even now.

"The porch, Mama said there would be water on the porch. She never lies. It's there, I
know. Oh God, help me make it, must make it or Mama will kill me with the firewood" She
slithered on her belly, too weak to even make it to her hands and knees; tits squeezed out
to either side, cunt, clit, top of legs and feet digging into the sharp gravel, striving
for any kind of leverage. She was getting nowhere. The gravel was too thick and loose. She
was only kind of swimming in it, succeeding only in abrading herself more. "Have to get up
on my hands and knees. Mama will be back soon. Help me, please Jesus, please daddy, help
me.'

She instinctively begins to work her hugely swollen tits under her torso, rolling slightly
to each side, pushing inward with her arms. It helps. Her tits are so swollen that her
body is now high enough to enable her to get her hands on the driveway with arms half
extended. She pulls her legs up toward her torso. Using her last bit of momentary
strength, she gains her hands and knees. "Ohh! Merciful God, Thank you."

She is forced to rest for several minutes and pushes on with renewed vigor almost actually
happy at her inventiveness, strength and success. Instances of such self-resolve, and
inner and external strength would manifest themselves during the rest of Dee's life. Now
she knew she would live. At least until tonight's ordeal.

She made it to the porch, with her hugely swaying nipples brushing a couple of inches off
the ground. The water was there in a bucket. She screamed inwardly. "How will I drink it?
I can't open my mouth. I need it." Getting dizzy, she manages the three porch steps on
hands and knees with nothing but pure incentive to live, nothing else. She thrust her head
in the bucket, unsuccessful in her attempt to suck it in. She is going insane. She can
feel its caressing coolness as it relives the itchiness and dryness of her scalp and face.

In her near madness to obtain the life saving liquid, she inhales through her nose. Olay!!
Choking success. She can taste it. She is choking and sneezing it from her nose. Some
dribbles down the dry, parched throat to her sandy stomach. She continues to snort and
suck through her nose. She is now really replenishing her drought starved tissues. The
stomach absorbs it quickly, allowing rapid seepage into her intestines. The mouth absorbs
it. The too thick blood now begins to thin, enabling natural life process to proceed
unhindered. Soon the kidneys and other organs will function as normal. Food would long not
be a necessity but water was, especially for Dee, and in very frequent doses, as she was
to soon find out in earnest.

She had snorted over a quart when her mother returned with a croaker sack of implements.
"I had no doubt that you would be here Dee. You are one strong and long suffering little
bitch aren't you? Look at me and answer. Always answer Dee. No matter what your condition,
your pain, your humiliation, or inability to speak or move. From this second on you will
give me some notice, however feeble, that you hear me and are responding. Always! Do you
understand Mama's little shit maggot?"

Dee was still shocked and scared shitless by her mother's new language and attitude but
she was no fool. She stared bugged -eyed at her mother and nodded her head in assent.
SLAPPP!! Hard across the left cheek. "and, I do not intend to wait five second for you to
respond!" SLAPPP!!, right cheek,WHAPPP!!, left cheek. "Is that clear?" Dee nods instantly.

Dee is instructed to rotate slowly while on her hands and knees, as her mother begins to
hose her down in preparation for the rest of the day's ordeal. "I am going to scrub you so
clean your skin will shine my little lovely. You are much too dirty and nasty. I do not
want you becoming infected. I want your skin clean, tight and prepped for tonight's visit
to hell." Dee tensed and shivered. She had been so elated at successfully attaining the
porch and water that she had forgotten about her mother's promised horrors. Mama did not
lie.

She was scrubbed with a thick, straight bristled horse brush. She screamed inwardly,
bucking and jumping with renewed vigor. She was going to pass out with the pain. Her
mother sensing this, ceased for a moment. Most of the cuts began bleeding again. She began
again. Again Dee bucked and withered as if hit by 220 volts of high amperage electricity.
Her tits were scrubbed vigorously, so swollen that they rode her torso in an almost
non-pendulous manner. Her areolas were now almost the size of halved footballs, topped
with turgid nipples that extended out of her mother's fist as she lifted the tits up to
scrub the undersides full strength. She had to pause six or seven times to prevent Dee
from passing out.

It was when the three-inch wide brush started on Dee's cunt that her mother was unable to
override Dee's gyrations. Her mother was bearing down with the brush so hard that Dee's
soft, partially hooded clit was stretched straight down and into her vagina, along with
four inches of the brush. Back and forth she went, twenty times in the same spot, in the
same manner. The clit began to enlarge due to pure painful stimulation while being rammed
in Dee's extremely pliable and expansive vagina. It penetrated her several inches. Six
inches of the twelve-inch long brush accompanied it.

In and out the brush fucked and scraped Dee super sensitive scum tube and raw, cut and
abraded clit. The brush never leaves the expanding vagina. Her mother applied ten vigorous
hard pressed thrusts to the top, bottom and sides of her now wounded hole, for a total of
forty scraping penetrations. The raw growing clit is not allowed to escape. Forty more.
Then another 50 at a full 12-inch penetration of the brush along with three inches of her
mother's hard gripping hand. The clit expands alongside the evil brush. It was a hideous
sight. Dee's bottomless cunt was now absorbing at least four inches of 1 1/2-inch thick
clit in concert with a three inch wide brush and half of her mother's hand. It was almost
the limit of even Dee's capacity. She heaved with an unconscious effort after another 30
strokes of the brush, throwing her mother back on the porch.

Dee convulsed like a dying fish. Her monster clit raged upward out of her vagina, followed
by a shot of cunt snot that landed on her thighs and oozed onto the porch. Her body was
now arched high with her head and feet as her only support, the obscene (run reader, I
warned you) seven-inch monster throbs and waves in long back and forth arcs, slinging
stringy ropes of vaginal residue in several directions. Dee's eyes roll back in her head.
She mercifully passes out after the orgasm passes.

A wise and cynical old sage once observed that "when all is said and done, more is usually
said than done." This is perhaps true of most people, but certainly not of Dee's mother.
This woman in her as yet barely touched new awakening and newfound perceptions, was
determined that Dee would cum, even this soon after beginning to recover from the day's
brutal events.

She knew that Dee had always been a compulsive masturbator. She would catch her
innumerable times a day with her hands up her dress or always in the bathroom, emitting
unsuppressed sobs and short, high pitched screams. Often she would be seen skulking around
and in the barn. Occasionally, she could be heard screaming from the direction of the tool
shed, though this had not happened for a while. She dismissed her mother's early panic by
saying she had seen a spider and could not repress her instinctive scream each time she
saw one.

A true accounting would reveal that the budding little masochistic slut had discovered the
real heat that could be generated in her drooling crotch by the clumsy but effective
employment of pliers, screwdrivers, awls, sandpaper and barbwire on her ever expanding
breasts, cunt and other parts of her proverbial brick shit house body. On one occasion,
she sat naked on the dirty, motor oil-greasy floor, successfully stretching her thinned
out clit over 9 inches to her waiting wiggly toes. She then simply held the bleeding
appendage in the tight grip of the old vice grip pliers and began masturbating it with her
feet and toes. Having acquired this most common of fetishes long ago, she would soon
contribute her own greasy deposits to the nasty floor via a series of six or seven intense
orgasms, often pinching off her screams with a mouth full of hard chewed areola. Lately as
her tool skills matured and became more vigorous, she began to gag herself with a variety
of rags, and wood.

The large volume of lubricant and other vaginal secretions are the result of her hormonal
imbalance. The seepage is particularly voluminous when she is sexually aroused. Pain,
humiliation and verbal or physical stimulation arouse her. Her imagination arouses her.
The sight and feel of her swinging, flopping tits arouse her. Most especially, the sight
and feel of her sleek, slender feet and long angular toes arouse her. She basks in the
musty smell of her armpits. Sweaty body and crotch odors causes her to leak. The slightly
bittersweet taste of her cunt cream is an aphrodiasic. Though she has not partaken of it,
even the smell of her farts, shit and piss are less foul than even a year ago.

Alas there is less and less in Dee's expanding world that does not act as a prime to her
cunt pump. The sometimes-amazing ejaculations are somewhat akin to that of a man. Her huge
vagina has the capacity to store the large quantities that accumulate during sexual
activity, be it a self induced fist fuck or a beating. Laughter and ridicule while putting
on her much too small bathing suit at the local swimming pool will also switch on her
internal cunt blender.

When she cums, her normally slack and very elastic vagina contracts violently many times.
This results in the rapid gushing of accumulated slime. Similar to a man the initial first
gush is slight, the second, third, and fourth are the heaviest, gradually diminishing to
lesser quantities. The number of ejaculations, volume discharged and distance spurted,
once outside her heated skin cave, is dependent on the duration and intensity of her
arousal. A quick jerk off, similar to the five or six she manages during an average school
day, might result in only a few 6-10 inch shots on her thighs. This she can suck up
quickly and cleanly with her mouth before lowering her skirt and exiting her hiding place.
Other times, when she is only able to masturbate once during a day or when she is
stretching her cunt or nipples with a pair of pliers, she might belch out four or five,
pissing like arcs, that are 3-5 feet in distance. These are the extremely intense
climaxes. In fact, they are so severe that they usually cause her to completly lose
control and flop about on the ground like a naked epileptic, pissing cunt juice in all
directions as her vagina contracts violently... 

Dee's clothes were almost always left in a soggy condition in the hamper where she was
always careful to leave them. Her mother also gave up changing the sheets every few days
due to their usually saturated condition. Instead she forced Dee to sleep on a rubber
sheet which she was required to clean each day, as necessary. She was such a vile little
slut that if she were sure her mother was busy in the kitchen, she would slurp up the
congealing thick slime with her mouth.

As she got older Dee attempted to be more careful where she dribbled and spurted. She was
especially careful to clean up any blood that might get on her clothes. She would have a
hard time explaining blood on her store bought 46DD bra. She only had two, and even though
each was now much too small - causing her tits to bulge into a five inch, very tight
cleavage that reached to the bottom of her neck - she had to keep them in good condition.

"It would not matter a lot now anyway," her mother thought. Dee would seldom be allowed to
wear any clothes at all, and when necessary, only the minimum required to keep from being
arrested or expelled from school. In fact much of what Dee would wear during the next
three years would be for the purpose of binding, stretching, squeezing and repressing.

Her mother smiled as the scrubbing continued. She would have Dee totally confused during
the early part of her training, making her go almost slobber mouth mad from one extreme of
almost constant daily jerk off sessions to periods of agonizing blue-cunt lip repression.
These sessions of constant stimulation with and without relief over long periods of time,
would have Dee actually tearing her hair out of her head the first time they were
initiated. These future sessions of agonizing repression and ordeals of continuous orgasms
would serve their purpose.

Dee had passed out three more times before the total body scrub was complete. She was
covered with over a hundred now cleaned up but still bleeding small to large lacerations.
Her mother then lathered Dee's entire body with handfuls of powerful but slippery
antibiotic. She allowed it to settle in all the wounds for half an hour before toweling it
all off. Dee continued to suck water through a very flexible half-inch diameter rubber
tube her mother forced between her lips. "Do not lose that Deanna, it will prove to be
your real life saver for most of the day." Dee stiffens at the painful insertion of the
largest size Foley catheter into her inch wide urethra. It is set to prevent her from
pissing. "Now my little pain slut I am about to give you a treat. Its time to be
tenderized for tonight's session in hell. Are you ready." Dee stared at her mom with
panicky pleading eyes attempting to eke out little mutterings through the tube. WHAPP.
"Didn't I just tell you to answer me immediately if I ask you a question." SMACK, SMACK,
SLAP, WHHACKKK! "ARE YOU READY?" Dee nods yes frantically.

"Okay then, get to your feet" Dee does so slowly. Though still weak, her strength is
returning fast. Grabbing the bag of implements she instructs Dee to walk to the rear
pasture. It is an almost grassless five-acre open area. "Lie down on your back and spread
your legs as far out as you can, just like you did when you did the split for everyone in
gymnastics class. We have much to do in a short period of time" "Continued?