Dee's Tao

CHAPTER 9
Cone from Hell, Out of the barn and into the house (pot to frying pan)

	Dee was sobbing aloud with little intermittent yelps and squeals as she
continued to maul her clit. Her mother's admonitions of her future fate had
caused her to drift to a higher semi-catatonic plateau of erotic need. A
resounding slap to the side of her face opened her eyes to the world of the
barn. "Let go of your clit Deanna and put your hands behind your head" her
mother intoned softly. Deanna was still sobbing but in a more subdued manner.
An occasional gasping but loud "yahhhaaaaaa!" would escape her lips as her
whole abdominal area knotted up in an extremely painful cramp of frustrated
denial. Her tighten abdominal muscles could even be seen to ripple and spasm
when this happened. It was a dozen days of bed-ridden menstrual cramping
compressed into ten or so seconds of every 2-3 minutes of agonizing
repetition. Her swollen cunt belched and farted slimy liquids and air. The
sounds would compete with the worse that a gang of stupid but amused teenage
boys could manufacture during a farcical farting contest. It was no game to
Deanna. She was in abject misery.

	Her mother began untying the bindings from around her almost deadened tits.
Severe hemorrhaging had occurred just from the severity of the bondage. These
large bruises were caused by the rupturing of many small capillaries that
were unable to stand up to the enormous pressure exerted on them by the
unrelenting grasp of the rope. They were blackish-red in color and spilled
out in a variety of oblique patterns under the massacred flesh of both
breasts.

	"If you are seeking some new and unusual pain sweetheart, just wait a
minute. You will feel something that will stop your sobbing and spoon feed
your greedy appetite for real agony. Now listen very carefully, I want you to
spread and brace your legs. Now! No matter how horrible and sickening the
pain and agony that is to follow, I command you to keep your hands above your
head. Moreover, when you feel the crop across your ass you are to swing your
torso back and forth as violently as possible. Then, when I command, bend at
the waist and continue to swing and jerk your torso.  Do not, I repeat do not
remove your hands from above your filthy head. Not even one finger. Grasp
them tightly sweetheart; do not let them slide away.

	"If you can do this until I say stop, I will allow you the release you so
desperately need. Not Want Deanna, even I can see that you have entered a
universe of real need now. Drop your hands and I will deny it. Keep them up
and I will give it to you in a most excruciating but oh so delightful
release. You will love it my little foot freak. Do you understand Deanna?"
Dee nodded and groaned as another stomach destroying cramp hit her with a
fury. It was so severe that she screeched for half a minute. "OHH! ...Ahhhh,
Mama the cramps are killing me. They are destroying my insides. Oh God in
heaven, it hurts so bbb.. ad." Another followed immediately, so harrowing
that she began to retch. A small amount of vomit spewed out of her mouth. Her
knees sagged. Her mother held her up with a one-handed tight grip under Dee's
jaw. Dee's eyes rolled and her legs sagged as a thick wad of drool dangled to
her heaving breast..

	"Be strong little pain slut. Your body is only trying to serve your inner
most needs. You have been very strong tonight; also very disobedient, but
very strong. Be strong a bit longer and you will be rewarded. After all, I
did say your actions would always tie in to deserved consequences. For your
strength, you will be released from your sweet agony, but, only if you obey
my command to keep the hands up. Do it Deanna, I am serious. This is real and
damn important. Do it for yourself, but more important, do it for me. I need
proof that you can do as required no matter how severe or difficult the
circumstances. Can you do it sweetheart? Will you make Mama happy and give me
the encouragement I also need. I need assurance too Honey. I need to know
that my daughter, who is the only thing that matters to me for now and
forever, understands that she must obey, wishes to obey, and understands why
she must obey. Quite simply, you are to obey in order to comply with what I
know what is best for you. And you obey simply because it pleases me and
pleases you to do so.

	"Now stand up, be strong and let me finish untying you." Dee's stomach
rippled and her knees wobbled as her mother began to unbind the dark purple
deadened sacs of abused meat.

	Dee's breath quickened and her feet shuffled as the hideous ropes were
removed. At first, Dee was mesmerized and horrified by her tits' ghastly
appearance. The ropes had left deep blackish indentations that seeped blood
in several places. Her breasts were so elongated that they drooped and
flopped either side of her rigid clit when dropped by her mother's hands.
They soothed the aching and horribly itching freaky appendage with much
needed but temporary caressed. Suddenly, Dee gasped aloud. This was
immediately followed by an agonizing screech as blood and life began to
revisit the severely abused sacs. Her arms quivered to drop, and grasp them
with soothing relief. She restrained herself.

	Slokkkk! She dimly felt the signal of the crop, so intense was the distress
in her breast. It worsened as she began turning and twisting her torso as
violently as possible. Her terribly elongated sacs flew about in a paroxysm
of independent flops and slack vectors. They were nothing less than
extraneous bags of injured, leaking, bloody flesh. Their vastness caused them
to wrap around her back, slam into her upper thigh when elongated downward,
and occasionally cross over each other to slap the opposite side of her
torso. Too often, they would careen into each other, causing an instant
compression of such severity that fluids spurted out of pencil-thick nipple
openings. She howled and screamed at higher and higher octaves as she
continued her contortions for several minutes.

	"Now bend at your waist Deanna. Quickly! NOW! Work them around and about.
This is much more effective than a mere hand massage to get your circulation
back. Swing them out as far as possible honey. I want them to flatten and
compress as much as possible when they meet each other in the middle." Dee's
yowls and laminations were now mixed with increasing frequent mews and moans
of lusting need. Her tits began to hurt so bad as the circulation returned
that her internal devil began clawing and pounding her fevered cunt.

	The bouncing and swaying boobs had elongated even more in this bent over
position. Now they dangled only a foot or so above the floor. They were still
somewhat compressed at the base and bloated at the ends. However, their
normal color had begun to return. Her gyrations caused them to swing in
excessively wide arcs. After about a minute, they began to sway and jerk in
independent directions. After several minutes, they began careening into each
other with such compressing velocity that she was thrown off balance,
screeching, as heavy spurts of fluid continued to splatter the floor. Her
fingers slipped several times but she kept her hands up through extreme
concentration and willful strength. After five minutes her cunt felt as if
some one had lit it up with butane.

	Suddenly a denial cramp hit her so hard that she was literally driven to her
knees.  The massive and bloated lower expanse of her bloodletting sacs
careened to a halting shudder that hid her arching clit in a tight heavy
embrace. The engorged and leaking nipples actually flogged her inner and
outer labia as they swung back and forth in separate flopping directions. It
would take over a month for her breasts to regain their natural shape and
resiliency. They would of course hang a little lower and with increased
fullness.

	Despite her ordeal, Dee still managed to hold her hands up. Her hands were
now tearing and pulling her sweat saturated hair as her cunt spasmed
repeatedly. She was moaning and beginning to babble incoherently.    

	"Ghaaaaa... blubbb... ubba... ubba... thaaa... thaa... ma... ma... mama...
mmama... pl... ple... pleee... ... eese... pleeaseee! Killll... meeee... I...
I... I... ghaaa... eeee. Eeeeee.ghaaaa... I... I cannn... can'ttt... tt...
a... kkk... take any... any... aaany, ggg ghaaa... moreee... urggghhh"

	Dee's stomach suddenly rippled and expanded with a heave. A loud farting
noise emanated from the continuously palpating vagina. A surge of thick oil
flew out from between her flopping nipples and landed over a foot away in
front of her.

	"Eeeeeiiighhh.... God almighty help me Mama... No more! No more!  Let me
die... gaggg, splurt... gurggle... gharrrurp"  Dee puked and tore a half a
handful of hair out of her head.

	Her mother tore Dee's hands out of her hair and pulled her slippery tongue
out of her mouth so far that her eyes bulged. Dee regained her sensibilities
somewhat. "Its time sweetheart. Its time for your final ordeal and the
release you so desperately need. Now! Crawl to the bench and do as you are
told. Do you understand" Dee noted weakly. Her cunt continued to fart small
ropy gouts of thick liquid offal as she crawled to the bench. Her tits
followed obediently, bouncing and flopping against the floor. The obscene
massive ass undulated and swayed as her tits and knees picked up a fresh
supply of splinters.

	When Dee reached the bench, her eyes were almost level with the hideous
instrument of torture that had so terrorized her earlier. Now her eyes glowed
not with despair but with lusting, sine qua non - an ultimate and essential
need. It was a large iron cone shaped device that her father used to hold
various sized, usually heavy, metal rings in place as he welded or attached
in some fashion, clips, and other needed connectors. It was not elaborate. It
was solid and very heavy, weighing about 50 pounds. It was approximately ten
inches in diameter at the bottom, tapering to about one inch in diameter at
the tip. It was about two feet high. What had terrified Dee earlier but
caused her tongue to slide out of her drooling mouth now, was the three dozen
or more tacks that her mother had epoxied to the first 20 inches of the cunt
rending device. Dee was slobbering unconsciously as she began licking the
rough, scaled and rusty surface of the iron cone and the multitude of
1/4-inch long sharp protrusions of the fixed demons.

	Without being instructed she quickly climbed on the bench and straddled the
cone with her dripping hairless snatch. Oily effusions rained on the cone;
soon covering it with a thick slimy coating of lubrication that was egg white
in its viscosity. Because the bench was only about 18 inches wide, she was
unable to spread her feet wide. She gripped each side of the bench sides with
her grasping miniature finger-like toes and quickly jammed the first nine
inches of the cone into her rapacious sex sleeve. She shrieked in agony and
wanton ecstasy.

	She began raising up and down while also mauling her rigid nipples, which
hung off her mangled tits. They bounced off the outer sides of her thighs as
she began fucking herself on the iron prickly dick. She had accommodated
almost 10x3 inches when she was commanded to stop. Over a dozen tacks dug
narrow bloody little trenches in her stretching vagina. She welcomed it and
began building towards the hoped for release when ordered to cease the
fucking.

	"You'll never finish like that you stupid bitch. Put your feet up on the
bench and sit on the cone. NOW!" Dee did as ordered and slowly lowered
herself another inch. "Faster miss cow cunt." With that, her mother kicked
Dee's feet and legs up in the air, causing all of Dee's weight to fall on the
cone. She screeched in unmitigated hurt as the cone slammed into her a full
12x3.5inches. Her cunt bulged more than ever before. At least 24 tacks dug at
her convoluted inner membranes with unremitting fury. The upper portion of
her mildly stretched fuck tube spasmed and contracted in gleeful response to
the new pain.

	"Ugghhhh! It's good mama. Ahhhhh, yesss. Let me fuck it. More! Please!" "No
Dee. I have work to do to your feet. Dee began screaming insanely as her
mother drove a nail at a 45-degree angle through one inch of the bottom
portion of her abraded but antiseptically cleaned left heel. She did the same
with the other foot. Dee wailed and jerked like a snagged turtle on a
trout-line hook. She wailed and pleaded for the nails to be removed.

	Dee's legs were now straight out in front of her, with feet securely nailed
to the bench. She could barley rotate her crucified feet sideways or back and
forth. Next, she was ordered to bend forward at the waist. Doing so brought
her dripping mouth and suffering eyes very close to her tossing and
contorting toes. Her erotic synapses flipped a new switch in her lust sodden
brain. Now her tongue sought out the wiggling appendages that she loved so
much.

	She was shoved forward until her sternum was flush with her knees. Her tits
hung off the sides of her knees and the bench to the extent that her
blood-red, swollen areola and obscenely long nipples swung just above the
floor. Her clit was trapped between her legs and lower stomach. Seen from
behind her anus bulged out to the size of a small lemon as the iron prick
gave her yet another inch of depth. At 14x4 inches, she was near even her
capacity. The large pussy lips were splayed out in a thinned package around
the lower contours of her ass. The inner lips had the misfortune of being
snagged by some tacks and stuffed up her expand vagina. 

	Her arms attempted to find an advantage point to push up a little in order
to drop back down in an increasing attempt to do some more fucking.

	Her mother secured her arms tightly behind Dee's back with forearms
parallel. "Now Dee, it seems your nice little peds, which you find so
delectable, got more dirt on them today than sun. They are not quite parched
enough for what I have in mind. Take a minute to clean them as best you can
while I get something you will just love." Dee quickly and gladly obeyed her
mother by sticking out her long slippery tongue and bathing her toes and
insteps in an almost demonic fashion. It was not a slow, careful, subtle
bath.

	She was able to lather the tops and areas between her flexing digits as well
as both sides of each foot. She was not quite able to reach her nailed down
heels. The long angular toes snapped and curved in many directions as she
ministered to each. She was able to engulf each big toe completely, which she
chewed unmercifully. Her cunt cramped in spastic joy as she nipped the tips
of the next two larger toes. She wrapped the tip of her wet tongue completely
around the next to largest toe creating a miniature but very sensitive vagina
for the tiny but extremely tactile, miniature, substitute cock. Bobbing her
head up and down, she began a short stroking fuck that was every bit as
arousing and sensational as the one gouging her nearly overstuffed cunt. That
cunt began to convulse as the smaller oral variety also tightened its grip.
Her toes seemed as alert and almost as sensitive as her overdeveloped clit.
Onward she fucked until her head was snatched back.

	"Enough you bloated foot-freak whore. Let's finish the tenderizing." Dee
groaned in added frustration. The collywobbles and cramps in her cunt
intensified. She screeched as an abdominal migraine twisted her guts and
reproductive organs in another sudden violent quake. "Finish me mama" she
gargled between clenched teeth while spewing thin flumes of frothy saliva.
Pleaseee! Enough suffering... I am finished... Let me die if... if... I'm not
to have re... re... lief. Ahhh, Eeeee... Nnn... oo... mmm... ore."

	"You can and will take this last dose Deanna. You will endure and pass on to
your needed completion. Mama promised it and so it will be. I will continue
until you finish or die. Swallow the rest of your ordeal cunt eater. It will
be lovely." At that Dee's mother careful doused Dee's feet with a liberal
amount of charcoal fluid. Dee's eyes widened and snot flew from her nose as
her crucified feet were lit up. She screeched and slobbered as her feet
burned at the assault of a blue flame that instantly flumed two feet high.
She jerked her head back in time to protect her face. The flame burned for
only four seconds before her mother smothered it swiftly and completely with
a wet horse blanket.

	Dee continued her shrill yodel as she watched her feet turn bright red. A
few blisters formed on the soft more delicate sides and tops of each very
slightly roasted foot. The pain of a solid second-degree burn set in. Her
teeth began to clatter. Her mouth flew open in a silent howl as a horrible
new pain momentarily cut off her ability to even express it. It encompassed
her entire right foot. Just as she was able to start the surpressed screech,
another attacked her left foot. She was only able to begin a retching sound.
Then she screamed in earnest for over half a minute. She blinked her eyes and
focused. Her mother was standing still nude, with arms folded, holding the
1/4-inch hickory rod.

	"Is that enough pain and distress sweetheart?" Dee could only heave and
stare bug-eyed at her wildly gyrating toes and slightly rocking feet. The
agony was indescribable. "No? Okay, fine" She began slashing and whipping the
bottoms of Dee's feet in short choppy swings at the repetitive rate of ten a
minute for two minutes. Dee howled and screamed until her voice started
becoming horse. Each blow caused her to literally jump in the air several
inches, despite her inability to exert bodily assistance. Each leap drove her
a fraction of an inch further down on the iron tack studded phallus.

	At the end of two minutes, she possessed 20 well-defined welts across the
full expanse of each sole. Each was raised about an eighth of an inch and was
highlighted in bright red with a dark blue border. Dee could not speak. She
only babbled as she attempted to lick the pain away with total failure. Even
her long wildly surging and flapping tongue could not reach her injured
soles. 

	Her mother stepped back a stride and began applying a most severe and
horrible bastinado to both of Dee's jerking toe-scrunching feet. She
concentrated on the soles once again, belaboring them with ten, full strength
cuts a minute. This time she continues relentlessly for three minutes. Dee
somehow lurches higher and shrieks louder in an increasingly hoarse voice. 
Mangled tits slam the floor, emitting a thin squirts with each splintery
crash. Her anus bulges dangerously. Her thinned out vagina is near the point
of rupture. She has somehow managed to stuff herself with 16 x 5 inches of
the iron cock. At the end of the three minutes, Dee's eyes glaze over and she
passes out.

	She returns to consciousness coughing, as a dose of level one smelling salts
is administered. "Merciful God, Its working mama. More! More please. Beat my
feet more. Jesus! ahhhh... uggg... let me look. Eeeee, my cunt is tearing I
can feel it. Arggg.. Stuff me with more of it mama. Beat me. I'm gonna
cummmm.... Ohhh, YES!!"

	Dee's two big toes are tied tightly together with a thin piece of bailing
wire. Her mother picks up a foot long board with a six-inch handle and shows
it to Dee whose face is again just in front of her gyrating toes. It is 3/4
inch thick and three inches wide and enhanced for business with a plethora of
half-inch wide holes. She smears the flat sides of the wooden devil with a
coating of Dee cunt cream, which has pooled at the base of the iron cock and
drips off the edges of the bench. She then gives Dee a much needed two large
glasses of water and steps to the bottom of the bench. Dee groans deeply as
the instrument slashes down full strength.

	Splatttt... "Yaaaeeeeeeeiieeeeee... eeeee..." Dee lurches up to a sitting
position instantly. Her eyes bulge and rotate in shock. Both feet catch the
blow across the middle of each sole. She surges upward on the cone. Down she
comes. Splurtt!! A wad of syrup emerges. Her stomach ripples. Each tit flies
up and down violently, slamming into the sides of her thighs and the bench.
Splatttt!! Another, this time the board whams across the tops of each sole.
More screeches cone plunging and torn cunt walls result.

	Dee's agonizing shrieks and grunts take on a more desperate tone. Splattt...
splattt, wham, splatt, wham, whack, splatt, splatt, whackkk, slamm, whackk,
whack, splatt, wham splattt! Fifteen additional assaults to her now swollen
feet cause Dee to throw back her head in the worse agony of the day.
Blubbering in a near demonic state, she passes out again. Once more, she is
revived.

	The board continues its relentless torture. All welts have been ruptured.
Blood splatters in all directions at each contact. It even flies through the
holes of the paddle. Huge blisters begin to form on the bottoms of Dee's
nailed feet.

	Dee's head is back at her feet. Her tongue hangs out of her mouth. Her eyes
have rolled upward. She mumbles, snorts and screeches in a barely
discernable, raspy voice.  Her body heaves as her mother begins beating the
tops of her feet with the hickory rod. Dee's eyes suddenly focus once more on
the impossible jerks and convulsions of her toes. On occasion when her long
toes are splayed wide, the rod slices in between, causing them to
involuntarily close the gap, grasping the blood stained rod in the process.

	As Ms Winston raised her arm in total scathing fury Dee suddenly saw her
beloved Mom as never before, even when as a kid, stealing  glimpses of her
nude, then  much younger body in the family bathroom. The befuddled, pain
suffused girl now took in her mother's slender strong shape arched in
readiness to strike. She dimly noted the plethora of glistening sinewy
muscles and flat belly above the womanly dark patch, and she had yet another
brief epiphany... How beautiful Mom was. Beautiful like an Angel of Wrath.
That she herself was a wonderfully enticing bit of teenage pulchritude, even
with her huge bloated tits and ass and despite her present sorry state of
messy, bloody, roux-oozing bewilderment, was an ever present fact in Dee's
wicked yet honest mind. However battered, humiliated or swathed in putrid
ooze, Dee would - for the next several years at least - see  herself as a 
pretty, pain and humiliation loving bimbo. This, in concert with real dread
of each, would nurture her shame and lust at the same time. So now, there
were not one but two lovely, lusty beauties in that barn. The revelation of
her mother's beauty did not result in any perverted desire to somehow have
sex with the mature, wonderfully attractive woman who kept beating her with
all her strength... Dee as we have seen is a highly ethical person and she
would die rather than indulge in such vice. However, it did imprint in her
brain-cunt cells a red-hot branding for later times... Dee would never ever
allow herself to be ultimately mistreated by anybody who would not have her
mother's moving, deeply rooted beauty and purpose of mind. She knew here and
then (and the out-of-body experience she had experienced, had blazed a trail
for that life-long trait) that her mother was only the first in a series of
tormenters she would gratefully give herself to, all of whom would be
possessed by overwhelming beauty. It would be the kind of magnificence that
Dee's inner eyes, already attuned to her own somewhat unusual pulchritude,
would be able to discern and worship despite the outer world's astonishment
at what it might see as freakish bodily characteristics and mods. She thought
of her rail-thin, waif-like friend Annie, whom (despite Annie's Brigitte
Bardot-like facial beauty) she'd had more or less kept at arm's length up to
then. She instantly resolved here and there she'd make good for that heinous
deed Annie proposed with her oh so typical, uninhibited candor and sincerity,
as soon as she was back on her feet.

	Dee's awoke to the searing reality of the  immediate circumstances as her
Impossibly stretched cunt began to rupture in tiny almost invisible tears at
her perineum (the space between the vagina and anus) and around the upper
arch of her clit hood. The bastinado continues: shlackkk! whap, slapp...
swapp... slam... smack... wham, crunch, slappp, whapp... sluckk... swack...
thack (between the toes... "naghhhhhhhhhh... eeeeehhhhhh"... swack...
thack... "eeeeyaaaaaaaa... Godddd",splurt... chough, splutter... swackkk...
thack... "arrrrrrrrrr... eeeeeeeyaaaaaa"... smeshh.

	Over four dozen blows are administered with full force intention and
intensity. They land between her splayed toes, across their tops, across and
below the ankles. The ten digits are akin to ten slender lithe young ladies
who have been bound to the ground by their feet very close to each as a 
brutal beating is applied.  They grab at, slap, gouge and snarl each other,
even sliding past their neighbor and touching the other victims in a futile
attempt to escape the horrendous torment. They snap and twist in all
directions of the compass. They even curl downward in tight individual
packages, attempting to reveal as little exposed surface as possible. When 
the endless beating saturates the tightly bowed limited surface with too many
fiery brands of the rod, they snap up, out and about in further endless
vectoring purmutations .

	Dee continues her own almost impossible gyrations. She tosses her head,
flinging spittle and sweat around the room. Blood trickles down the iron
cock. Her stomach heaves, she begins to vomit. Shit oozes out of her horrible
distended anus. She blathers and screeches in a gasping raspy voice. Her
bound arms fly up forcing her head back to her feet at the sixtieth
horrendous cut. She somehow bounces upward over five inches as she finally
begins the first fiery spasms of her impending release. The resulting plunge
back to the bloody, slime covered cone, opens her up almost six impossible
inches wide and results in a full 18-inch penetration.

	Temporarily displaced organs cause her stomach to bulge dangerously. A full
half-inch tear cuts across her perineum. She flails about doing all that she
can to grab the last acidic dose of pain need to finish. It comes with a
series of six blows across the bloated protruding surface of her convoluted,
shit-stained anus. A final small turd drops out as Dee jerks and slings her
tits about for over a minute as the  nihilistic gut wrenching release begins
to emerge from the newly created folds of her libido. Her mouth is open but
no sounds emerge. Foamy spittle spews about. Her eyes are in the back of her
head. She pisses herself dry. The unseen raging girl cock emerges up between
the tight cleavage of her thighs. An immense stream of cunt goo slides down
the cone and off the bench, dripping in loud plops onto the floor. Her body
goes partically catatonic, as she shudders and vibrates for over two minutes,
as the mother of all her previous orgasms ebbs and flows. Snorts, gagging
sounds, and  high pitched and low repetive grunts emerge from her
teethuclenched mouth. Her eyes bulge outward an impossible degree into the
third minute as her mouth flys open to spray her mother with spit and the
blood from a chewed tongue. A final ungodly long and pitfull wailing-like,
guttural sound precludes a slumpted over, coma-like end to her night of
horror and revelation. 

	Her mother immediately releases her from the cone with a loud "slurppp",
carefully layong her on the floor. A rubber tongue guard is placed between
her teeth as she enters into a moderate seizure. an anti-shock medication is
administered along with a low dose of phenobarb.  A firm 4x4 bandage is
applied to the worse cuts.  Antibacterial ointments are applied before Dee is
gently placed in a blanket covered wheelbarrow for transportation to the
house where a special revolving frame bed awaits, along with many other
medical necessities. There, a pint of O-positive blood is soon administered
to replace the nearly two pints she has lost.

	It will be ten hours before Dee regains consciousness. She would convulse,
rant and be totally incontinent for three days. During that time, she will be
severely bound to the bed and totally immobilized to prevent further injury.
The bed would be rotated several times daily to prevent sores and to give
relief from lying on one side of the body. IVs would provide her nourishment.  
Even Dee's huge tits would be bound out to each side of her body in complete
accessibility to the four daily applications of agonizingly, burning,
penetrating salves and oils. These horrendous pharmacopoeias were liberally
applied to Dee's swollen cunt, as well as the rest of her healing anatomy.  
After about a week, and despite her trauma, Dee reacted in her typical slutty
manner by emitting a moderate drool from her injured and spastic vagina and
exhibiting an almost constantly rigid clit. She always begs her mother to
continue the stroking of her clit with handfuls of the burning salves. It
would have been easier for her to be crowned homecoming Queen while taking a
shit in front of her English class. Thus, her clit throbbed, quivered and
danced most of the day with the burning sensation equivalent to triple
strength Ben Gay.

	Mrs. Winston, who had taken leave for three weeks to attend to Dee's every
need, had devised a special kind of crude speculum to ratchet Dee's oily slut
sleeve over four inches wide during the medicinal applications. Several
handfuls are liberally applied to every crevice of Dee's seemingly endless
vagina. She discovered that she could easily penetrate Dee to the elbow and
even further if very careful. Though serious about the overall purpose of her
ministrations, she gleefully plunged her arm elbow deep in long five to ten
second pumps while rotating her hand wrist and arm along each clutching
crevice of Dee's vaginal surface, ceasing over a dozen times as Dee neared
the brink of blessed release. After about a half hour or so she would stop
and with large doses of salve on her rubber gloved hands, pull, twist and
stretch Dee's atrociously long dangling inner lips and thick puffy labia,
continuously, for 15-10 minutes.

	Dee's thick, convoluted lips were as malleable and stretchable as hot taffy.
A seeming impossible stretch was always achieved by inserting her fingers in
the punched out holes - which were kept opened during Dee's remaining years
at home - and pulling out, down and even over the tops of Dee's widely
splayed thighs. Many times, when she was through and assured that a
sufficient application of the balms was assured, she would literally tie the
long sheaths of sex skin in a thick knot, dose it with more salve and shove
them completely up Dee's dripping whorish hole, along with the ever-stiff,
vibrantly pleading clit. To insure no stimulus would be encountered, she
inserted three large sized combination locks through a corresponding top,
middle and bottom piercing of the large labia. This would maintain a keen
edge to an imminent but unrealized finality to Dee's pent-up supercharged
erotic tensions.

	This procedure was implemented religiously at 6, 12, 5 and 10 o'clock every
day. After a week, Dee's mind was completely awash with the most disgusting
thoughts of sex/torment and humiliation. This was her mom's exact purpose.
She demanded that Dee be a hulking, quivering, sexually saturated, pleading
,dripping slut when she was allowed out of her bed-bondage and treatment. By
any measure, it was the worse kind of sexual denial and frustration. 
However, as horribly as she suffered by this denial, Dee was blessed not to
know that compared to soon to come non-fulfillment's, these were as bee
stings are to being hit by a meteor.

	It would be over two weeks before she would be able to get out of the
special bed and a month before she could walk. At that time a thick, rather
crude arm length glove was laced and locked on (arms behind her back) 24
hours a day. Additionally, too insure no touching, rubbing against objects or
leg grinding occurred, a harsh metal and leather chastity devise that covered
the entirety of her crotch and stomach was latched on at a waist clenching 20
inches. A Foley catheter tube was all that hung outside the archaic device.

	After six weeks, Dee would be able to begin her several years of severe and
harsh training in earnest. Her mother tenderly and skillfully attended her to
for the first month. After that she was allowed no clothing and began
painfully and stiffly eating her full or meager meals out of the
fresh-flushed toilet, as promised. The meat, mashed potatoes, cereal, milk
and other portions would all be dumped in at once. She would then be allowed
to use her face only to slurp, suck and retrieve as best she could, when
allowed to indulge in such full course meals. After she had healed
sufficiently and could easily repeat her special and lively acts of
contortion, she would be required to eat the slop directly out of her viscous
cunt twice a week.

	Her strength enabled her to recover fast and healthfully. But her ordeal
would leave 14 livid lifelong scars and several birthmarks like permanent
blotches. Her tits hung longer and heavier and her vulva would retain a
slightly more swollen appearance. Her overly stretched inner cunt lips would
forever dangle at least four inches below her obscene sized vulva. The once
ridiculous clit would now be a ghastly one of a kind, impossible monstrosity.  
The stretched inner lips would contribute to form a thicker hood that slid
further down the ever-exposed nerve packed muscle. It would dangle no less
than two inches out of the hood when in complete repose and when half hard
would protrude outward and downward about five inches. When completely rigid
it would be over an inch thick and extend 6-8 inches depending on the state
of Dee's erotic or repressed state.

	Dee was delighted with her state of affairs and awaited the beginning of
school with true terror, dread and erotic slutty, selfish need. She
especially wished to see Annie as soon as possible to attempt what Annie had
suggested.  Even Dee thought that it must be the most impossible and
disgusting thing a most depraved and whore-cunt-brained, sick slut could
envision. She shuddered but also licked her lips in anticipation, as she
rubbed her armored crotch againt a door jamb. It was at least the 50th time
that day she attempted to eke out a micro bit of relief to the horrible
burning and itching that constantly assulted her cunt after six weeks of
torment. "Oh god, I need Annie in the worse way. Jesus if I can succeed in
what she wants to do I would be relieved for the next year." She continued to
rub and hump the door at a faster pace. The results were as always, totally
unrewarding. She began to cry in frustration and lonelyness as she fell to
the floor and begain licking the tops of her tits this only added to her
frustration. She could not reach the huge thick nipples without the aid of
her arms. She dreamed of ultra thin but beautiful Annie and continued
licking.

The END