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The following is a work of fiction intended for legal adults who are
legally free to indulge in material that involves f/f, consensual,
heavy bdsm and other sexual situations. Any resemblance between the
events depicted and any persons living or dead is unintentional. If
you are a minor absolutly read no further. If you are a person who is
offended by such material read no further. To those who are
interested, the real horrors of the world please read your local
newspaper. Adults who do wish read this story, please feel free to
offer candid comments and even suggestions for how you would like to
see the story proceed.  Response to the story has been very positive
and encourging. I wish to thank all who have been nice enough to relay
appreciation, kudos and suggestions. Those responses were the reason
additional chapters have been and will continue to be written.
If respose continues to be good, five additional chapters anxiously
await their curtain call in the wings.
 

ANDANTE

DEE'S TAO
Book Two- Chapters One and Two ( This is a continuation of Book
One,containing chapters 1-9)


BOOK TWO 
Chapter One
Dee was still deep into her lustful reverie of the last nine years as
the elevator plodded onwards towards its continuous and repetitious up
and down journey. Rhea silently observed another dollop of cunt cream
oozing down Dee's pasty legs.
The inner and outer presence (total persona) of Deanna Winston and
Rhea Bouviour on the same elevator at a given instance in time/space
was the first act of another of the endless but very special
relationships - be they between planets or persons - that constitute
this most legitimate spiritual and physical universe.
But, were the events that set the stage to bring them together random
or designed? Let's assume or accept that it was meant to be, written
in the stars so to speak: a coalescing and merging of two very
dissimilar personalities and expectations that will cohabitate with
the potential for ultimate mutual benefit; a codependency - though
Rhea, despite her genius intellect, would vigorously deny such, if one
dared propose it. Though with the additional potential of revealing
itself in numerous, horribly unbelievable events of abuse and
humiliation heaped (actually given) on Dee by Rhea, the relationship
may well be seen as a most intense affair of love, at first sight
actually, and increasing with frightful but purposeful intensity
thereafter.
As a half-assed rationale that the relationship was destined and that
each were both unassailable free agents and imprisoned pawns, consider
the following from Harriet Rosenstein, Lady Mary Wortley and Dag
Hammerskjold's standpoints respectively, please. We will deal with
Dee's half exposed huge tits and strapped-in, though still leaky, cunt
almost immediately.  Destiny is something men select; women achieve it
only by default or stupendous suffering. And, we are no more free
agents than the queen of clubs when she victoriously takes prisoner
the knave of hearts. Or, we are not permitted to choose the frame of
our destiny. But what we put into it is ours.
Thus, it is acceptable that the frame was constructed in part by Mary
Jenkins, a most adept last phase inspector of integrated micro chips
for the Credo Micro-Interprises, sixteen months previous to the day of
Dee's appointment with Dr. Kline. Mary, after a long, satisfying night
of uninhibited sex with the man she had been pursuing for several
months, let a small board with a flawed capacitor slip by early in the
day. The unit, which had been installed in the building's elevator
upgrade had finally given up the ghost two floors before Rhea was to
depart. Had it not, she may well have decided to disregard her
curiosity about the elephant titted slovenly bitch across from her and
continue her planned events of the day.  As it was, the fried
component caused a very fleeting but very perceptible lurch in the
upward mobile box before automatically switching to the backup unit.
The lurch awoke Dee from her hardcore, orifice-oil generating trance.
With head down as usual, her pupils widened at the same moment she let
out a very audible gasp. What she saw was the sexiest, most highly
flavored fantasy she had ever had of the perfect female foot. Dee's
downward and slightly oblique view enabled her to take in the full
lustful form of the fantastic peds. Her already saturated cunt began a
new and immediate secretion of slippery drool. What she saw and caused
her to continue to stare in total unabashed but very rude context, was
the long narrow feet of Rhea encased in the six inch stilettos which
were covered only by the narrow tightly cinched ankle and toe straps.
Dee could hardly believe that the angular and knobby double-jointed
foot fingers were actually longer than her own. She licked her drying
lips in recognition of a prevalent fleshy knot on top of two of the
joints of each toe. Dee's slimy vulva let loose another squirt of
juice as she conjured up images of giving careful oral attention to
these Goddess-like feet.
"Oh Jesus" she told herself, "the space between her toes is wider than
my ridiculous tongue. God help me I may cum just looking at them." Now
that Rhea had been on her feet for a while the profusion of veins that
nurtured the size 12's from ankle to toe-tip, were now more profuse
and prominent. However, it was not just the form and angle of
observation that caused Dee's hyper active visual cortex to begin
activating the switches of her genital hydrologic mechanisms. Just at
the moment she opened her eyes, Rhea had shifted and adjusted to the
elevator's lurch. This caused her right foot to lift a few inches
before finding firm contact almost immediately.  The effect was that
her long, angular toes stretched outward, actually allowing all but
the shortest one to extend out and down to touch the floor far beyond
the narrow sole of her shoe. Sensing this Rhea almost unconsciously
pulled her toes upward and back to the safety and comfort of the shoe,
in an exaggerated, folded, curl that hid the nail of the second toe
and caused the next to smallest to overlap the middle one in an almost
horizontal position.
Dee's cunt spasmed madly. She continued to stare for several floor
stops.
They were alone, now that all of the incredulous passengers had
departed.  The elevator had gone to the top floor and was now
descending. Dee was in a literal trance. Rhea had not missed any of
Dee's actions. She realized immediately what was occurring and
purposely began gyrating and moving her feet and toes in a variety of
convoluted shapes and splayed forms.  Occasionally, she would lift her
foot and rub the back of a calf with the top of it. Once she even
stroked the top of her right foot, ankle to toes, with the tip of the
left foot, extending the long digits beyond the front sole of the
shoe, to scratch, caress, and even intermingle with their fellow five
sisters.
After a half a minute or so Dee could feel an orgasm was imminent and
began to moan as Rhea continued her unbelievable foot dance. Dee had
not even bothered to look beyond the strong, slim calves of the human
dream across from her. A small rivulet of vaginal honey soon found it
way to the top of her bare foot and dribbled between her own flexing
toes. She had lost part of her death grip on the blouse. Now over half
the swollen and darkening red areola was exposed. The obscene huge
nipple lengthened, further pulling the blouse away from the areola.
Rhea noted all and smiled. Dee crossed her legs unconsciously and
began to rub her wide ass against the elevator wall. The huge stain on
the front of her skirt was freshened with new wetness.  Rhea's eyes
narrowed into a severe menace as a man and three women got on at the
seventh floor on the return trip up. Two of the women let out a gasp.
In the natural order of things human, the new passengers created a
natural and as comfortable personal space in the narrow confines of
the box as possible. A greater than common effort was made to distance
themselves from Rhea and especially Dee, who by now was giving off a
distinct and permeable odor. Dee moaned and stared. More pussy syrup
pored down her legs. Her hands clutched the ruined shoes.
At the 11th floor, Rhea decided to end the amusing affair. She spoke
to Dee in a slightly loud but very commanding voice. "Are you
finished?" Dee was deaf to the question. She was soaking in every
nuance of the now silent feet. She was very near a vibrating orgasm.
Her knees weaken and she slumped slightly against the wall. Her hands,
which had been doing an increasing less effective job of holding the
blouse together in front of her massive 80 inches of heaving tit meat,
let go of the unbuttoned material and drifted out and under the huge
orbs. She was in such a state of erotic focus that she was now
attempting to masturbate, completely unaware of her public
circumstances. The blouse flowed off both the naked sac and the still
cupped left one. Several loud gasps and an only slightly suppressed
screech bounced off the wall. Everyone except Rhea drew closer to each
other and further from Dee.
Now the swollen impossibility of Dee's exposed breast was publicly
exhibited to all on the elevator. What they saw was a naked, bloated
expanse of pendulous flesh that extended beyond the extremely wide
expanse of Dee's right hip and downward to just above her pubic area.
Dozens of very prominent blue veins meandered across the full expanse
of the sphere. Due to Dee's increasing erotic state, some had swollen
to the thickness of a pencil. Many even traced a variegated pattern in
and about the impossibly bloated areola. The veins were accented by
many very visible; beige toned scars and stripes. A few were pinkish
in color, evidence that recent abuse had visited the suffering orb.
Several of the scars were wide and thick, rising above the generally
trampled and irregular surface of the quivering orb. Several fists
sized flesh pockets on that portion of the sac that drooped from under
the arms were interrupted by long, deep stretch marks.  Some of these
vertical witnesses to the massive growth, were over a foot long. A few
had even deepened to almost half an inch during the last six months of
Dee's hormonal chaos.
However, what had elicited the screech was the colossal size of the
rigid nipple that pointed down about 45 degrees off the cantaloupe
sized deep red areola. A second screech was sounded by the same dumpy
redhead contract administrator who had initiated the first, when Dee's
toilet paper tube-sized nipple jerked upward in concert to a spasm in
her cunt. It caused several ounces of thickened lactate to spurt out
is a narrow arc toward two of the women. The screech awakened Dee from
her slutty slumber. Her focus was still on Rhea's feet. Then she heard
the commanding "Are you finished" for the first time. Her impending
orgasm was immediately pinched off by the autocratic voice. Slowly she
scanned upward in a kind of fearful apprehension of what was waiting.
Her eyes widened as she finally noted that the feet belonged to what
was emerging as the most the most stupendously beautiful body she
could imagine. The calves and thighs exposed in the slit of the medium
tight dress were tanned, and slender, exhibiting grace and strength.
The hips were narrow, giving only a hint of a very tiny waist, which
was hidden by a pair of stupendous breasts. Though slightly smaller
than Dee's, these melon shaped spheres seemed more monumental due to
the 5 foot, 4 inch size of the magnificent owner.
Dee mewed a soft moan when she viewed the extremely exaggerated
hourglass figure in total. Having dropped the uninjured shoe from her
right hand, those fingers clawed the air near her saturated crotch in
a desperate attempt not to attack the greasy large flaps of her cunt.
They were now -though hidden under the soaked skirt - completely
splayed outside the agonizing cinch of the six inch wide crotch strap
of the ridiculous bra/corset. This served only to shove her obscene
sized clit further up her spastic vagina.
Dee's very vocal moan evolved into a pitifully undisguised.
"Aiiiiiii...  Merciful God, No! It's not possible, Oh! Oh!" when she
at last beheld the magnificent and spectral beauty of the face of the
Goddess four feet away.  Immediately, her knees sagged, as her eyes
bulged and a resounding long uncompromising fart found its way around
the hellishly tight crotch strap.  She would have literally shit had
the strap not been in place. The passengers blanched, and moaned, now
huddling together like kittens in the presence of a rabid terrier. One
of them began crying, repeating over and over, "What's wrong with her?
She's mad. What's wrong with her?" The repetition and fear in the
voice finally awoke Dee up to the reality of the situation. She too
paled and quickly completed a half-assed result of covering up her
exposed quivering tit.
What had made her so vocal from above and below was the recognition
that this wonderful woman was the personification of the ephemeral
Goddess and Mistress she had first envisioned in her out of body
experience during her first night in the barn. It was the same
seemingly evil, uncompromising face and body that Dee had visited
countless times in the intervening nine years as she herself or Annie
had heaped rope, wire, nails, boards, chains, whips, pins, huge
insertions and untold other torture utensils on, in, around (pick your
preposition) Dee's heaving, screaming and spurting body.  Dee's lips
quivered as she noted the Goddess's lips began moving.
"For the third time you ridiculous pile of female offal, are you
finished?" The macro-menacing eyes penetrated every orifice and cell
of Dee, s sweating body. Each well-enunciated word had been coated in
pure venom. "I... I...  unh... ahh... ahh uhh" and another
unrepressable fear-fart were all that Dee could summon as she hung her
head in shame and dread.
Chapter Two
"Lift your porno video-booth-cum-mop of a head you slot-snot soaked,
stupid bitch and look me in the eyes. NOW! Are you quite finished with
this self-indulgent exhibition of your pitiful excuses for milk sacs
and distribution of methane gas? Jesus in the Congo, girl, you are the
most sickening sight I have had the displeasure to set eyes on, in my
32 years of stumbling across the worse of human shit maggots in
existence. Moreover, are you always in the habit of rudely staring at
all women's feet as you did at mine? That's a hell of a fetish you
have shit breath. Now, answer me you insipid slut. Do not look down!
Look me in the eyes and answer." The passengers were dumbfounded and
inching as a herd toward the door, in preparation for a stampeded to
whatever floor, regardless.
Dee did as she was commanded. A total, unmitigated mutual focus was
locked in by both she and Rhea. It was the most honest, unmistakable
and uncompromising mental condensation and symbiotic alliance each had
ever made. Though actual implementation of a relationship would soon
prove paradoxical and confusing, each knew, that destiny had indeed
placed an ornate, well-constructed frame around both of them.
Paradoxically, it would be their own free will, passiveness,
assertiveness, strength of purpose, malleable, yielding, enduring
flesh, ruthless savagery, high and low tech inventiveness and the
highest humiliation quotient in existence to fill the frame with the
grandest exhibit of love, giving/receiving, fear, and wonderment known
to each. It would be the ultimate partnership if each could endure.
"Are you mute, you ludicrous bovine? Why were you staring at my feet
so intently and what the hell is that foul mess running down your
leg?" The question was so dictatorial and absolute that Dee knees
began to quiver as she attempted a stammering inarticulate and
incoherent reply. "I... I... I ugh... d... d... did... did, unh... not
.... not mean too... too, butttt...  they... ugh... they are... are
so... so... beauti... ahhh, beauti, I mean, mean unhhh... I am ill.
No, no. Not really ill, but, but a condition, well, I... I, oh,
ohhh... I..."
The malevolent eyes pierced her with greater intensity. "What the hell
are you saying, you ludicrous, smelly degenerate?" Dee was so obscured
with intimidation, humiliation and ecstasy that she began leaking anew
from her pussy and her eyes. She began to cry as she attempted another
inadequate reply "I... I... ohhhh, please, I, I... I guess I... I am a
stupp... stupid, sl... sl... slu... slu... Oh God... please... ma'am,
sob" Long typical of Dee when caught up in a very humiliating but
erotic situation, her shaking legs began to prance up and down while
standing in place. Her gyrating toes as usual, splashed and churned
the small pool of cunt jism that had dribbled down her legs.
"DING" Dee was literally saved by the bell. The herd of human sheep
tumbled out, each racing to call Security. Rhea quickly punched the
next floor. As soon as the door closed, she slammed her open hand
across Dee's left cheek with full force. Dee was literally and
figuratively staggered. It was a blow that equalled the hardest she
had experienced from her mother years ago. She slammed into the wall,
rebounding with a look of shock, absolute fear and pain. "You slovenly
bitch, I know what's going on here and I am not fucking amused. When
the door opens, get off and follow me. Do not utter one sound.  Not a
hum or a squeak. Understand? Speak only when I say SPEAK! Leave the
shoe and move. Now!" Rhea's cold black eyes had taken on an even more
ominous forbearance. Dee was so scared that small spurts of urine
began leaking around the corset strap. Nevertheless, she had learned
well from her mother and simply nodded in the affirmative instead of
speaking.  Rhea quickly exited at the next floor. Now stupidly holding
just one shoe, she followed submissively. She exhibited great will
power by suppressing an erotic induced groan at the quickly observed
the outsized projection of the Goddess' breasts in profile. Her
stomach knotted in concert with a new vaginal spasm at the even more
exaggerated rear anatomical wonderment of the resplendent woman. It
was an anatomical orchestration that further harmonized with Dee's
grossly enlarged but highly tuned and receptive over active and
spewing Bartholin glands. She was so mutually charged erotically and
fearfully that the piss and cunt juices ran in a constant stream down
her legs.
Unlike Dee's 50+ pounds of wide swaying, flopping, vicious swinging
milk meat, Rhea's huge orbs only bounce and sway several inches in
various directions. They project far beyond the outer outline of her
arms and narrow almost boyish hips. Dee, repetitiously, licks her dry
lips at the sight of the Goddess' almost naked rear torso which is
framed by an extreme plunge of the very tight beige colored dress. The
pixie cut black hair allows a full view of the strong perfectly toned
shoulders. Their muscles ripple slightly as she strides confidently
and with purpose down the hall towards the Rest Room. The completely
exposed waist is so tiny as to be almost nonexistent.  It seems almost
impossible that such a small framed foundation of flesh and bone could
support the huge, jiggling hemispheres above.
So low is the back of the dress that the upper half-inch of the
tightly bunched ass crease is exposed. Whereas Dee's monumental
45-inch ass bumps, grinds and heaves about in several directions at
once, the Goddess' ass seems to only clench and vibrate when she
moves. Dee can barely stand it.  She feels an imminent orgasm
approaching and knows she will be unable to supress it under these
circumstances.
They enter the restroom. It is large and empty at the moment. A
full-length mirror gleams from across the room. Rhea whirls in a very
fluid graceful manner. Her breasts vibrate. In a most direct and
seething tone she speaks.  "I will not waste words with you. You will
look directly in my eyes at every moment. Now, what is your name and
what is your business here? Answer me clearly and with brevity bitch.
Speak!" "I... I... am... am..." "STOP!" commands Rhea. You have one
last chance to get it right or I will leave immediately. Speak! Dee's
cunt churned as she took a deep breath, blinked her eyes, absorbed the
new and correct inducement to be articulates and spoke.
I am not surprised," retorted Rhea, Doctor Kline is a world-renowned
endocrinologist and it indeed seems you have a severe hormone problem.
However, regardless of that, you also have a control problem. You are
an unrelenting pain slut and foot fetish. Correct? Speak!" "Yes ma'am,
I love a shapely foot on a woman, especially long angular feet with
long curly toes like mine and especially yours. They are so lovely and
so sexy... And yes ma'am, I dream of the most horrible ways to be
tortured and used by my dream Mistress. But, no ma'am, and please
forgive me. I am not a slut. I contribute to society and love most of
the people I know. I do volunteer work and have a very firm spiritual
responsibility. I love my body, always have, but this last six months
have been hell. My hormone problem started up again after six years of
remission. My breast and genitals and libido are now growing out of
control. I can hardly think of anything except pain, humiliation and
sex of the most depraved kind. My vagina and vulva almost constantly
leak and I have even started lactating. I must stop it. I do not feel
guilty about my preferences or freaky appearance but it has to cease
or I will spend all my time masturbating and torturing myself. More
importantly, My work is beginning to suffer. I need to have a
semblance of a normal life. People need me and I need them. And..."
"STOP!" CRACK!! Dee staggered back three steps in response to a slap
to the face. SMACK, she hit the wall after the second blow landed in
the same place. Her cunt drooled even faster around the painful cinch
of the corset strap.
"The first was for the unsolicited dissertation. I said be brief. The
second was for having the utter gall to dispute that you are a slut.
Not only are you a cunt spurting slut, you are a stupid,
self-deceiving, hypocritical slut; a trollop and demi-rep". Dee began
to quiver at the possible true assessment. "Go to the mirror and look
at yourself, Miss I-am-somebody-special-Deanna-Winston."
Dee, gazed and emitted a small howl. She immediately turned sunburned
crimson. She was a total wreck. Her hair was mussed and her face was a
variegated pattern of runny and congealed eye shadow, rouge,
foundation and lipstick. Her skirt was totally soaked front to back
with piss and cunt slime. Her right tit was completely exposed with a
long thick dribble of lactate hanging off her long, thick nipple. The
areola was puffed to its maximum seven-inch width and five-inch
thickness. The unfilled bra cup hung down to her knees. Her bare feet
and legs were coated in a mixture of wet and congealed pussy juice.
Her large tote bag which was filled with some of her special toys -
she began carrying them with her several months ago - hung heavily
across her shoulders in a skewed fashion. There she was, nothing less
than a huge titted, slutty clown with a single broken shoe in her
hands.
"No self respecting woman, not even the most confirmed wanton
masochist and slave, would let themselves look as you do unless they
actually wanted it to happen." Dee began crying in choking
intermittent moans and pitiful sobs.  "You are the epitome of
self-deception, self-indulgence and ignorant denial.  No, you are a
slut my cunt for brains whore. A slut who prides herself with having
control simply because she does not cum as often as possible.
However, one thing is raging in your physical and psychological being
as true. You want me so bad that it exceeds even a need. It is an
unequivocal must. You wish to be owned by me; to serve me in your most
hardcore, depraved fantasy. Stand straight with your hands to your
side and make not a single sound."
CRACK, WHAM, SLAP. Dee Staggered backwards at the three blows to the
face.  She sobbed louder. "You liked that didn't you Deanna?" CRUNCH!
POW! THUD, SLAM! Despite the admonition not to make any sound, Dee
screeched violently to the four powerful blows to her exposed tit. The
tears carried the makeup to the tops of her bruising tit. The pain was
horrible. The Goddess was a very strong woman - as strong as Dee.
"That was more like it, correct?" Dee's eyes were imploring. The
orgasm was fast approaching. Whap! Whap!  Crunch, Slam! Thud! Thunk!
Six more assaulted her tit. Rhea's hand actually entered past the
wrist on the last blow, collapsing and realigning over 15 pounds of
globular tissue in the process. Dee sagged, while saliva drooled from
her other lips. "Good news Deanna, I love to torture beautiful,
intelligent, honest sluts. I am the best. I am ruthless. I do things
that you can never imagine. I am a most heinous and imaginative
personage. I can and am currently modifying and tormenting the minds
and bodies of three women in a fashion that would cause you to flee my
presence if you knew the details. One has no vocal cords left. They
beg to be killed hundreds of time a day Deanna. They are strong,
enduring and honest. None would leave given the opportunity. They are
there because they wish to be. More importantly, they qualified for
the honor. They earned it. They were special to began with and
suffered horribly to complete the prerequisites just to be allowed to
crawl on their bleeding bellies into my house of horror. You my dear
are not special; neither by virtue of your tits - there are bigger at
the mansion - or your honesty. Christ, look at the amount of cunt glue
running down your legs. You could prevent that if you wished. Fuck
you, you filthy, stinking excuse of a triple X-chromosomed pain slut."
At that, she punched Dee in the diaphragm so violently that Dee
staggered back several feet before crashing to the floor in a gasping
heap.
Dee was wailing in pain but mostly despair. "Can't keep quiet can you
slime bucket? Doctor Kline's office is eleven floors up. Take the
stairs and get the hell out of my sight." Dee was desperate. She could
not lose her Goddess. She did the only thing she could and shuffled to
Rhea on abraded knees imploring with hot red eyes not to be cast away.
It was a silent plea that would have melted the resolve of a champion
sadist. Not so Rhea Bouviour. She slapped Dee away, cutting her lip in
the process. Then, to Dee's total dismay, she pulled Dee's head back
violently with a fist full of matted hair and kissed her full on the
lips. She held the kiss. It was unlike any Deanna had received in her
quarter century of existence. It waxed and waned between powerful,
demanding and absorbing to unmitigated giving, tender sincerity and
gut wrenching eroticism. Dee was totally overpowered physically and
emotionally. The suppressed orgasm consummated itself throughout her
body immediately. Her juices gushed, as she stood in paralyzed
rigidity. It diffused itself for over half a minute. The expression on
her face was pure fulfillment and horrifying despair.
Still holding Dee's head back and with her heaving bosom resting
partially
on Dee's shoulder, Rhea whispered to Dee in a voice that was both
despotic
and encouraging. "Do what you must Deanna Winston. Mise en place (get
your
shit together). Now go to Dr Kline's before the security shits find
you. Go
immediately.

The previous malevolent expression had evolved into one of firm
resolve
but also understanding. Dee was confused. In abject oppression of
spirit, she
prostrated herself on the cold tile floor at her Goddesse's feet and
with
her hands on Rhea's slim ankles, begged, pleaded and implored in
fitful hope
that she would not be discarded. "Please Mistress, please do not leave
my
life. I will die if you do. I have dreamed about you for so many
years. Oh
God! Oh! Oh! I need you so much. I have no one to serve as truly as I
am
capable. I have turned down so many, hoping that my true Goddess would
find
me and let me serve. She is you... so beautiful and strong. I love
you. I
will be nothing without you now. Please let me be a part of your life.
A day
a week, an hour. Anything! I will do anything. Pleaseeee! I will
happily
serve as your slave in waiting, to be beaten as often as pleases you.
I will
stuff my rabid cunt with pounds of chili peppers, and sew it up until
it
becomes a festering mess (Dee was desperately conjuring up past
episodes
with Annie) I, I, I will be your toilet slave. You will never need a
real
toilet again. I will drink your piss, and, and... e... e... eat, eat
every
mor... mor morsel of your sh... sh... shit. Gasp! Oh God no, ugh...
maybe.
no I... I... I wi... will. Yes! I will, ugghh. I will even tongue bath
you
lovingly during your periods. Burn me with hot coals and pierce me
with pins and skewers. Chain me and shove huge tearing objects up my
horrid hole. Make me suffer untold days of screaming sexual denial. Do
all that you wish with me, but please let me serve? I am strong and
committed. I will be your most loyal subject. I can endure and will
prove to be more worthy than any who you possess.
Merciful Goddess, please own me. Test me. Give me a chance. Do not
forsake me. I will give all that I have in this physical world and
empty myself of all else that you require. Help me Mistress. Sweet
Jesus, do not leave me." Dee's wretched lamentations were punctuated
with heaving moans and sobs. She had a death grip on Rhea's ankles.
Her pleas had dissolved into constant crying, accentuated with soft
begging repetitions of "please, please."
"Let go Deanna Winston and do as I told you. Get out of my sight. Not
another word. Do it!"
Dee's loud sad sobbing resounded off the walls as she shuffled out the
door and down the hall. She was still holding the shoe. Her massive
tits swung wildly. After entering the stairwell and climbing the first
of the 11 flights, she collapsed in a heap of abject despair,
dejection and depressed agony. A long plaintive "Nooooooooooooooo!"
echoed throughout the stairwell as her world imploded into a microcosm
of minimal real functionality.  Because of her real inner and
empirical strength, she - with utmost supreme effort - began crawling
up the stairs on hands and knees. Her tit bruised itself as it bounced
off each concrete step. Slowly she rose to her feet. A slight fleeting
scintillation of determination beckoned from her glistening hazel
eyes. Though she had lost her Goddess forever, she would still serve
her honorably by doing as was ordered. She would go to Doctor Kline's.
She would obey her Goddesses' one and only command implicitly. She
began the long walk up the stairs in earnest, still holding her shoe,
listening to the loud slaps, and wallops of her loose tit as it
pummeled itself against her sweat drenched torso. Droplets of lactate
painted the walls. She smiled faintly in the pleasure of having at
least spent a few minutes with her worldly Deity. Now she would attend
to the matter of her rebellious endocrine glands. "At least I have
absolute control of deciding to do something about that" she mused.
Poor Dee, she was soon to receive an even greater shock that day.
While climbing the stairs Dee realized that her Goddess was correct in
her summation that Dee was a slovenly, self-absorbed, exhibitionist
bitch. She immediately resolved to improve her propensity to exhibit
herself as the victim of her "condition" by stuffing her tit as best
she could into the sagging bra cup. It hung lower than her left tit
but at least it all of the huge areola and some of the tit flesh were
covered. She combed her hair with her fingers and ran the tips of her
fingers around the rims of her eyes and mouth in an attempt to clean
up her face. She patted away the grandma beads (dirt/sweat necklace)
from around her neck and the smeared lipstick with the hem of her
blouse. It was an almost futile effort. She still resembled a
back-alley Turkish whore who had not been allowed out of her crib for
a week.
Holding the ruined shoe and the front of her saturated blouse as best
she could, she took a deep breath and entered the corridor. If one
could lift their gaze beyond the ridiculous movements of the torso
that quickly passed by, they would note a small but very evident sly
smile on the seemingly beautiful but clown-like made up face. Though
of genius intellect, the self indulgent bimbo persona still reigned
triumphantly as Dee's raging autocratic hormones took greater control
of her libido.
Ten minutes later Dee found herself standing at one end of the very
crowded waiting room. She was slightly sobbing at the utter
embarrassment of being loudly and ruthlessly upbraided by the
receptionist for 'being 20 minutes late. She still looked shamefully
ridiculous, and now smelled terrible'. She was ordered to stand and
wait at the far end of the room and fill out the many required forms.
Every chair was occupied. Dee was tired and very thirsty. She had lost
a lot of fluids. It was extremely difficult trying to hold the shoe,
keep her blouse pulled together and write on the clipboard which was
held in her left hand towards the end of her left tit. The shoe fell.
She decided to leave it there temporally but was ordered to pick it up
by the haughty receptionist.  She squatted to retrieve it by feel. All
eyes (22) scrutinized every nuance of Dee's sweat lathered anatomy
with the intensity of a 5.000 dpi, high-speed scanner.
One pair did not. They belonged to a hugely pregnant woman who was
half reclined in a very rigid manner in a type of four-wheeled metal
chair. Only her face and hands were undraped by a rubber-like
material. Her head was completely encased in a metal helmet containing
a large variety of protrusions, connectors and receiving holes. It was
clamped by a series of steel bands and rods to the unrelenting, wide,
steel headrest. A complicated series of dental appliances held the
mouth open in a wide extreme manner, leaving the upper and lower gums
completely exposed. Her tongue was stretched out an incredible amount,
being held in place by a clamping device at the tip, which was in turn
was retained by two five inch long,   inch rods that connected to the
jaw expander deep inside the mouth. Both nostrils of the exposed nose
was jammed tightly with cone shaped rods that emanated upward from the
mouth appliance. They had been shoved so far up and tightly that the
nose was crumpled upwards. Several miniature motors were connected at
strategic positions on the complicated head and mouth device. The
hands continuouly clawed and ripped at the terminus of each rounded
chair arm.
However, it was the eyes that caused Dee to gasp in astonishment. They
were blood shot and bulging in a most extreme manner, revealing - most
particularly to Dee's experienced eyes - total uncompromising horror
and agony. A constant series of hums, whirring, clacks and soft
grinding could be heard emanating from the enclosed, large rectangular
bottom of the chair.  To the waiting patients, including Dee, the most
curious and disturbing thing about this strange suffering, apparently
ill woman and her ambulatory chair, were the intermittent changes in
the motorized noises and the agonizing response of the poor creature
in it. As the sounds grew in volume, intensity and changing pitch the
woman's eyes somehow bulged even more, actually protruding out of her
sockets over an inch. The telescoping rods connected to her mouth and
tongue extended in length as the small motors kicked in. This resulted
in a gapping of the mouth that was humanly impossible. Yet, it was
real. Equally unbelievable was the fact that the tongue stretched at
least an additional inch, as if it were made of extremely pliant
rubber instead of mere human skin.
What was unseen to the uncomprehending and revolted but mostly
compassionate patients was that the pair of half-inch wide, four-inch
long, metal clamps at the end of the tongue was connected through the
tongue by three sharp studs.  After about half a minute of this, the
rubber encased body began shivering.  This evolved into heavy shudders
and maxed out into a long series of strong seizure-like convulsions
and spasms. The chair shook and swayed for over a minute. Muffled
gagging and choking sounds spilled out of the gapping mouth.  A series
of loud sucking and crackling noises spilled out of the bottom portion
of the box. The spastic lady went rigid with ever more bulging of the
eyes. They somehow bespoke even greater horror and agony. After a
total of several minutes she slumped, with hands still clawing, A
large amount of greenish drool hung out of her mouth to spill over the
black rubber sheet.  Had this poor suffering woman been anywhere other
than the Doctor's office an investigation would have ensued concerning
who was torturing her and why.  The large, white-dressed female
attendant with her, dabbed away the tears that were spilling profusely
from both still horror struck eyes.  Dee felt both compassion and
slutty erotic identity.
As the woman seemed to be recovering from what was obviously a grand
mall seizure of some type, Dee refocused her attention to her current
situation.  Squatting to sit in a finally, available chair, she was
quickly ordered not to do so. "You will not be permitted to sit an any
of the chairs Ms Winston.  How could you be so inconsiderate to even
wish to do so? Look at yourself.  You are a filthy mess. Would you sit
after someone as nasty and stinky as you sat there first? No! You will
continue to stand until you are called, if you are called. You have
singularly upset our entire scheduling situation.  I'm surprised no
one has slapped you by now." Dee dabbed away a small tear of
humiliation and cleared her dry throat. "Ma'am, may I get a quick
drink of water then?" "No you may not Ms Winston," replied the
increasingly arrogant and unpleasant receptionist." We cannot take a
chance that you will not be in the waiting room when you are called.
Besides, filling up with water now may corrupt the tests that have to
be made."
Dee nodded meekly with head down. She was again the focus of attention
and both dreaded and loved it. "Yes, " she finally recognized, I am
indeed, a self-indulgent bitch. But Jesus, I am thirsty."

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