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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, places
and any persons
living or dead is unintentional. If you are a minor absolutely 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 can be
read about in 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 encouraging. 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 response continues to be good, additional chapters anxiously await
their curtain call in the wings.  pablo_dee@yahoo.com


Dee's Tao
The Way Of An Anatomically Challenged Masochist

Chapter One
Humiliation On Fifth Avenue
(Anatomically Challenged, Torture Bra and Sexy Feet)

 It has been said that ultimate truth is a very personal thing; that few
things can be secured with universal approval as being absolute. The debate
regarding the validity of this proposal is replete with numerous musings and
compelling, rational thought. Suffice to say that worthy individuals such as
you and I do, as often as possible, attempt to create and control our own
present and future circumstances and having succeeded even to a small
measure, know with certainty, that it is a "real" and secure thing. Such is
the case for Deanna Winston, a most worthy, enduring, and highly unusual
presence - extremely and shockingly so, as we shall discover - in the
universe of 1989, where the first scene of her story begins.
 She is making her way through the bustling pedestrian traffic of New York's
Fifth Avenue, on her way to the office of Dr. Marsha Kline, known within her
profession as a renowned but rather mysterious expert in the fields of
female hormone disturbances. She is also highly regarded for her occasional
forays into plastic surgery. Dee is in desperate need of Dr Kline's services
and has managed to steel her nerves for the visit and the particularly
intimate and unusual examination she knows is forthcoming.
 Dee is one of those rare women that though not beautiful falls into that
other meaningless category of very attractive. However, if it is true that
"pretty is as pretty does," then Deanna Winston can be regarded as one of
the world's most dazzling goddesses of beauty and pulchritude. Discarding
the extreme proportions of her unbelivable hourglass figure, she would still
be an imposing presence in most companies. Her five foot eleven inch height
is solidly distributed on a medium-heavy frame. The only significant fat she
possesses is distributed massively in her breast and buttocks.
 One of the many accommodations necessary to adapt to her evolving
abundance, is daily strengthening rituals, especially her shoulders, back
and legs. Accordingly, her long legs, extremely strong back and abdomen are
well defined by larger than average, almost perfectly honed muscles. Her
skin exhibits a smooth, pale complexion. This is because she usually keeps
herself well covered in order to hide a multitude of old and new scars,
welts, punctures and other bondage residues that have very much been her
pleasure to collect during the last twelve years. Some are livid evidence of
what must have been extremely savage beatings and "abuse". Most in fact,
were administered by herself and her mother. Others were contributed by her
only two high school friends. Only one of the latter stays in touch on rare
occasions.
 Being the unremitting masochist that she is, self-inflicted pain and public
humiliation have been her principal recourse during the last five years.
Many opportunities were possible for the inclusion of other interested
parties to put Dee through the paces. She rejected both the overt and covert
offers with politeness and occasionally, with questionable regret. None of
the people offering themselves seemed to possess the special characteristics
she intuitively knew she required.
 Dee is a paradoxical presence. Her body, despite its obvious disproportion,
projects a real as well as perceived strength. Curiously, her demeanor
exhibits a combination of resolve and self-confidence, in concert with a
passive-like submissiveness. It is not a complicated state of affairs. Quite
simply, she has long had the ability to recognize that her public and
private affairs are separate slices of her life. She reigned over both with
total control, switching from one to the other as circumstances, needs and
desires dictate. She is the ultimate feminist, willing to fight viciously
for any and all opportunities to have a choice in a matter. However, given
the opportunity to make the choice, she will not, does not, suffer the value
judgements of others, especially the deluded, self-proclaimed protectors of
her gender. She is Deanna Winston first and foremost. All else, especially
her gender, were less than secondary.
 At the moment, Dee's large, oval, hazel-blue eyes - which rarely gaze
directly at another pair today - expose a persona of humiliation and
suffering. It is real and it primes the pump of her now dribbling cunt. She
licks her medium thick lips, which contour a wide, expansive, but very
proportional mouth. The trained eye knows this mouth has the potential to
absorb a lot of girth. It also has the potential to exhibit frequent and
wonderfully broad and sincere smiles. An astonishing range of suffering and
intense, sensual agony are also frequent visitors to her uniquely expressive
eyes and mouth. Her longish, nervous tongue exposes itself briefly to
moisten her rapidly drying lips in anticipation of the struggle that is
immediately forthcoming. A sharp erotic pang strikes the center of her
bottomless pussy. Her head jerks back in response, causing her thick,
slightly wavy, shoulder-blade-length, auburn hair to fly sideways.
 Deanna Winston is indeed an awesome sight. She easily turns the heads of
men and women whenever she is in public. One could follow her out of sight,
simply by the sound of screeching brakes and the occasional loud, insulting
hoots from the men and the silent but equally penetrating bete-noire stares
from the women. Such frequent belittlement has been her fate since age ten
when her early budding breasts exploded to a size 35C within ten months. By
the time she had just turned twelve they had zoomed to 42DD. A visit to the
family Doctor revealed that she certainly had a severe hormone problem.
Medication required to halt the condition was not available. A breast
reduction was not advised until physical maturation was complete and all
growth had ceased.
 On the day of her fourteenth birthday, her mother treated her to the choice
of any skirt and blouse combination she wished. Off the shelf, dresses were
out of the question due to the extreme nature of her figure. Moreover, her
mother was not able to afford custom-made clothes. By this time, Dee was
fast outgrowing even the larger sized off-the-rack blouses. She was five
feet, five inches tall and was exhibiting the evolution of an extremely
voluptuous figure. Her unusually small 22 inch waist was perceived as tiny
when viewed in concert with her 38 inch hips and ass. Finding a nice skirt
was much less challenging than selecting a matching blouse. Why? Because in
the two year interim since age twelve, she had expanded from a 44DD to a
51EEE which necessitated a 48FF bra. This was close to the maximum size her
mother could find locally. It was also becoming more painful to wear - much
to Dee's increasing satisfaction. Her hormones continued their physiological
anarchy into her fifteenth year.
 A couple of months after Dee had turned sixteen, her mother decided that
another trip to the Doctor was absolutely necessary. This was essential in
part, because of the unrelenting growth of her breasts and the equivalent
growth of Dee's genitalia which had also begun to manifest itself at age
ten. She was also deeply disturbed and confused about Dee's "abnormal"
behavior. At that time, Dee's bust and other wildfire, hormone-fed
anatomical "blessings" had evolved to an appalling size.
 Later, about age eighteen, her biological mechanisms began slowing towards
a "normal" situation. Within a year, she stopped growing. However all hell
broke loose again at age 24, six months ago. She was now an absolute human
anomaly.
 Crossing over East 49th Street, she literally creates a Red Sea parting of
the pedestrians in her proximity. Harried businessmen and women, as well as
school children, casual shoppers, and the few panhandlers present, find
themselves automatically sidestepping as Dee approaches them. Almost all,
turn left or right and stare in goggle eyed amazement. She has long had the
capacity to create these omnipresent humiliating gauntlets, which are
populated by all manners of leering, gawking, often taunting, occasionally
propositioning, citizens. Most of these people are, in fact, very honorable,
considerate, citizens. At worst, they would only sneak a glimpse at the
occasional presence of an unusual person in their mist. However, with Dee
they HAVE to stop and stare. Some sling humiliating comments and insults at
her, that, under ordinary circumstances, they would never think of uttering.
In fact, Dee's entire physical and psychological being compels them to
stare. Some feel compelled to verbally abuse and mentally rape and torture
her.
 Dee knows this will happen, but being extremely shy, modest, unassertive
and non-confrontational, endures it with only occasional tears, quite,
choked-back sobs and rare eye contact.
 The biggest problem for Dee in public circumstances is not the occasional
seepage from her eyes, but the almost constant seepage from between her
legs, once these gauntlets begin, which is usually as soon as she leaves her
apartment. She experiences real fear and trepidation each time she has to be
in public. The inevitable humiliation is truly dreaded. It is in fact, a
small terror that only serves to infuse her libido before she even opens the
door. Her passion and carnal devices often take possession of her once she
is on the street. This rutting mind fuck produces greater humiliation, which
of course, hones the cutting-edge pangs of her growing lust. To make matters
worse, today, she has to walk over a mile. After managing 49th Street, there
are still several blocks to traverse before she arrives at Dr Kline's
office.
 The only reasons that Dee has not gone mad from this humiliation is because
of the persistent, and extremely brutal training and guidance provided by
her mother until Dee was nineteen years old. Equally contributing was Dee's
own psychology, and inner strength. Lately and especially today, (a lengthy,
degrading walk such as this, in such crowded circumstances) has her at a
fever pitch. She is just before starting to actually gush from her
constantly seeping, obscene sized cunt. She has to dig deep in her arsenal
of strength. The crowds are thicker and her quickened pace to be on time has
caused the inevitable independent movements of her massive tits. They are
the principal visage that has altered the crowd's attention and behavior.
 Like most women with oversized breasts, Dee often attempts to downplay
their size by wearing dark oversize blouses - now almost impossible to find
off the shelf, and over-large vest or jackets. By now, it is impossible to
hide the independent planets that constantly attempt to go into independent
orbits of ever changing directions. God knows what havoc would take place if
she were not wearing the single tailor-made bra that she was finally able to
buy after saving for three months.
 It could actually be classified as a harness, in that it was constructed of
heavy canvas intermeshed with thin stainless steel. No frills here, just
pure utility, which is decreasing monthly. The upper cup-supports are
half-inch thick stainless steel loops that are triple sewed to the
wire/canvas mesh with thin stainless steel wire that is covered with a layer
of patent leather. The diameter of the cup openings where these loops are
located, is eight inches. This used to be a perfect fit for the upper
expanse of each breast. However, during the last six months they have become
too small. Lately, each steel loop is over-lapped by a substantial amount of
breast meat that quivers and undulates at her slightest movement. Today, the
escaping flesh is very noticeable as two independent blouse bulging masses,
the top four inches being visible above the pressure-lost top button of the
blouse. It billows to the bottom of her neck. All of her vests and jackets
are much too small too even attempt to wear. She has to depend on the blouse
and the bra to maintain their integrity and to contain their colossal
baggage.
 Each cup of the harness/bra is connected by thick patent leather, which is
secured by five layers of thin stainless steel stitching. Four-inch wide,
heavily padded shoulder straps, connected at the top of the cups, intersect
into a single two-inch wide strap below her shoulder blades. It is looped
through a brass D-ring stitched to the bottom rear of the bra, which extends
to just above her 45-inch ass. This corset-like portion of the bra extends
to just above her pubes in the front. Thus, we have a garment that covers
the entire torso. To function, it must be connected at the front, via a
severe clinching of metal stays and the dangling rear strap.
 This two-inch wide slightly elastic strap which is the extension of the
shoulder straps, hangs from the rear center of the bra, just above the
terminus of her tight ass cleavage. After exiting the brass D-ring, it
drapes over her rotund ass, gradually widening to six inches at the bottom
of her butt, where it tapers back to a two-inch terminus. The last six
inches of the strap consist of a stainless steel cover. This cover contains
a series of metal projections that face outward.
 In order to put this torture device on she must first drop the whole affair
over her head. Then, she must bent over and reaching at total arm length,
attempt - with increasing difficulty lately - to get each huge dangling,
swaying breast in its proper cup. Accomplishing this, she must now somehow
keep her still unrestrained, heavy hanging monsters away from her torso, in
order to clench in the front stays on the front portion of the bra. One way
she can accomplish this to wrestle each 25-plus pound cup-encased sac over
her shoulders. Then, standing as still as possible in a slight bent back
position, to prevent them from sliding off, she begins the ordeal of
clinching in the metal stays. Lately, they have grown to such an
extraordinary extent, that they frequently roll off her too-narrow
shoulders, landing with a heavy slap against her chest, abdomen and hips.
 There are ten connecting devices running down each of two, five-inch wide
metal strips that have been welded to the front of the (as yet) unconnected
front panels of the bra. Each open panel is attached to the bottom of the
cups just above her waist. Thus, it would resemble an unbuttoned vest, that
had been attached to the bottom of the permanently connected cups.
 The only effective way to create the degree of support needed is to ratchet
the thin flexible strips located (riveted) on the front of the left panel,
through metal receiver loops located on the right panel. This was the
tricky, painful part. Each of the receiver loops had a small hex screw at
its top. Dee has to manually thread each half- inch wide, ribbed, flexible
strip, through its opposing receiver loop on the opposite panel. The metal
strip was then ready for tightening, by inserting a special wrench over the
hex nut and turning until the proper amount of constriction is attained.
 Dee has a natural 24-inch waist, which at over five feet eleven inches and
combined with a monumental 45 inch rotund ass, presents an awesome sight.
However, the effectiveness of the bra/harness requires that she cinch
herself down to an almost impossible, agonizing, twenty-one inches. And,
this was when she first started wearing the device. Now, because of her last
six-month ordeal of raging hormones and the resultant increase of her
already obscenely huge sacs, she must ratchet herself down to tear emitting
twenty inches.
 This part of the process takes over a half an hour to complete. It requires
that she ratchet a little at a time, working up and down in sequence. The
front of the garment stops just above her pubes, compressing her thick mat
of black, navel high cunt hair as flat as paper. Once this rather severe,
self implemented, but necessary bondage is completed, her breathing becomes
somewhat strained and limited. She loves it. It is an adjustment she has
learned to make, whether at work, or attending to other personal affairs.
However, the requirement of tightening an additional inch causes her to gasp
rather frequently and to forcibly feed her starving lungs by consciously
gulping as deep as possible and engaging in hyperactive breathing. This is
especially true when she begins to move. Walking is especially stressful.
 After completion of the ratcheting process, she must complete the most
dreadful part of this one-hour total dressing process. In order to actually
get her massive tits up off her torso to some degree, she must reach between
her legs and draw the rear dangling strap up between the crack of her ass
and over the six inch wide mountain of her obscenely large and hormone
inflated vulva. More shocking is the fact that her fat usually slippery
vulva is the residence of a now half-erect, still mostly hooded clitoris. It
is a clit of such monumental proportions that some readers may wish to exit
at this point rather than face up to the organic reality that nature can
take, even if only once in billions of sets of possibilities. Medical
journals are replete with the most hideous of oddities. Poor Dee, as noted,
is an extreme case of genetics gone asunder. No matter, her prodigious
anatomy will not be ignored. Besides, as we will see, she is much more than
mere ectoderm.
 Before pulling the cup-hoisting strap in place, Dee must cram her huge and
still growing vagina with several highly absorbent hand towels. This is
enables her to soak up as much of the cunt drool as possible. Lately even
two towels do not seem to be enough. She knows she will end up leaking her
hot effusions before she even leaves the apartment. Hopefully the towels and
the severely tight bra strap will dam the mess up long enough to enable her
to reach her destination.
 The painful but necessary bondage of the harness/bra, the inevitable public
humiliation and sheer physical sensations will definitely drive her to a
sensual fury. The intensity will increase when her tits and ass begin their
uncontrollable, tossing gyrations. She loves the weighty feel of her tits
and the intense erotic sensation of the swaying and trouncing they give each
other and her torso. As always, it will be a challenge not to cum during her
walk. Added to this sweet agony will be the pulling, tearing and constant
chafing that the bra/corset will inflict on her. However, as much as her
tits will eventually sway and toss, without it she would surely be arrested
as a public nuisance or exhibitionist. She did not really wish to exhibit
herself to the extent she was getting ready to do so. She knew the
embarrassment and public humiliation would further drive her into a heated
frenzy. Thus, she must always prepare accordingly and use the towels.
 After the towels were inserted, she must pull the strap with almost all her
strength to get her tits to begin lifting up via its attachment to the
shoulder straps. Due to her recent growth, she is just able to get the upper
metal studded end of the strap into its corresponding, hex-nut receiver slot
at the bottom of the now-closed front panels.
 A larger wrench is required to ratchet the strap upward through the other
receiver slots. Each agonizing inch results in a corresponding half-inch
lift of the metal meshed cups. When the monsters are up far enough to
project outward almost twenty incredible inches, she has to stop. The
pressure on her anus (one of the few things below her waist that is of
normal human dimensions) is too agonizing. Her obese pussy lips have started
to mush out of the sides of the six-inch wide portion of the strap.
 "AHHHHEEE... unhhh... OHH God almighty, I'm not going to make it to the
Doctor's office. I will cum in front of everybody. Ahhh, it hurts so well.
Well screw it! I will make it. Mama taught me how to get through situations
like this. I will damn well get there without cumming, even if I have to
leave a constant trail of slime behind me like last week's trip to the
store. Jesus, it was so humiliating to be ordered out of the store in front
of all those haughty, ignorant bitches and drooling bastards. I should have
waited for the dryer to finish the last basket of towels instead of just
stuffing one up my stinking trench and being in a hurry. Damn, what a mess.
But as close as I nearly did so, I did not cum, even after the bitch of a
manager shoved me out the door so hard I landed on my ass."
 Though shy and unassuming with others, Dee was especially brutal with
herself. Not out of guilt or an ignorant psyche, but because a very large
part of her world was focused on the want and need to suffer. She would see
to it that she did. Her strength was that she could do so, at least in part,
through ordinary day to day circumstances. She had learned certain controls
from her mother and had agonizingly learned how to apply them to the extent
that she was able to earn a two year computer technician degree from her
hometown Community College. This enabled her find a nice job in New York
City, 90 miles from home.
 "Unggg!!!... Hard to breathe; but I am gonna have to get these sacs up at
least one more inch so that they will at least be even with my waist. Damn!,
I've always loved my unique body, but this growth has got to stop. It was
bad enough six months ago when the lady at the custom bra shop said my tits
were 82 inches and this torture bra was equivalent to a 76HH. There's no
telling what size they are now. God knows how many hatpins I could
accommodate now. Fifty in each areola last week but had to stop, knowing
about this appointment. She might not want to take me if she knew what a
'pervert' I was. But that was silly, she is gonna see all these other marks
anyway."
 Dee smiled at the "pervert" tag she had applied to herself. It was actually
the rest of the world's pronouncement, given out of the universal human need
to stamp all things understood or not with a label of good or bad and to
draw up consequences accordingly. Society and cultures demand a norm and
anything outside of that, no matter how close to the periphery, was suspect
at best. Thus, these days Dee did not find herself in a Public Square
impaled on a stake or broken on a wheel as an abomination to mankind or God.
Now, she was simply gawked at by everyone and tormented with a variety of
humiliating comments and occasional gropes. She carried the heated results
of the humiliation home with her. They were an added ingredient to all
manners of rather crude, unsophisticated methods of self-abuse. These
lengthy auto-erotic ordeals often resulted in no less than 10-12 intense
cunt spurting orgasms a session.
 Crying in real torment, she just manages to squash her overly compressed
cunt lips outside the strap another bit while gaining another inch of tit
lift. They now rest just above her navel and heave out almost 22 inches.
Each expands a good deal beyond the outside perimeter of her arms. This is
why she has to walk. They long ago became a total hindrance to driving a
car. Taxis are just too expensive.
 Worst of all and most challenging to her control not to cum during this
torture trek, is the fact that the cunt strap, which has compressed her
major and minor labia to a dangerous degree, has mushed her half rigid, huge
clit downward into the region of her vagina, not stuffed with towels. The
massive root has no more room to grow but will strive to do so with every
step she takes. "Lord give me strength" she mutters whipping her tears.
Knowing she has a long walk ahead of her, she decides to wear her most full
skirt and largest dark blouse. Unfortunately, the only skirt available is a
tan one that was given as a gift. She was going to exchange it for a darker
one but had not gotten around to it in time. "Oh lord," she mutters almost
prayerfully, I hope the towels hold, otherwise it will look like I peed all
over myself before I get there."
 She wears three-inch heels in lieu of the five, six, or even 7-inch heels
she possesses and prefers. She is a raving foot fetish and particularly
enjoys wearing too small, toe crunching, open and closed-toe high heels.
Despite her formidable anatomy, she and her mother were determined that she
master the ability to wear the torturous footwear. It took her almost six
months of sometimes crippling agonizing effort - in public - to manage the
feat (a pun, my word, sorry) but success was actually a given. Due to the
unusual length of her long angular toes, Dee is forced to seek out a size 13
for a perfect fit. However, most of the footwear in her full closet are a
half and full size to small. On special foot-only, self-abuse sessions
(several times a week), she will wear her unique "ped pain providers"
("triple P's" - her tag) which she designed herself and paid dearly to be
crafted by one of Manhattan's most skilled cobblers.
 Though in great pain, and full tilt humiliation, Dee strides past Saint
Patrick's Cathedral in her struggle to make the last block. Crossing 51st
Street, she looks the absolute freak at an approximate 80 some-odd inches
x20x45. She is now sucking great gulps of air very rapidly, in response to
her physical efforts and her efforts to repress a boiling need to cum.
 The rags are saturated and she can feel the warm syrup rapidly running down
her bare legs. Soon it will emerge below her hem and pool around her ankles,
in her shoes and begin trailing on the sidewalk like in the grocery store.
Equally worst, the front of her skirt is showing a noticeably dark stain.
"Oh hell, I have got got to hurry or I'll be a soaking mess in front of
everybody. At least in the Doctor's office there will only be a few people."
Hardly able to breathe, her tits swinging wildly back and forth with such a
force that the original six inch exposed upper cleavage is now an eye
popping ten inches. Their ponderous gyrations are so exaggerated her lower
chin is swallowed during upward bounces. Another two buttons have
disappeared, exposing the upper four inches of the torture bra itself along
with a vast expanse of vibrating flesh across its horizontal extent. She
does not have time to care. She is now trotting at a very rapid pace. The
cunt cream is at her ankles and she is just before screaming out a violent
orgasm.
 It is all just about too much to bear. The surging, wildly flopping milk
sacs rip all of the buttons off her blouse only 100 feet from the door. All
in her proximity are utterly speechless. The blouse flies open exposing the
entire front of the clenched in foundation garment and the incredible tiny
waist. Worst, over a foot of her tits is now on fresh pudding-wobbly
display, succeeding in their almost conscious effort to escape the torturous
confinement. The straps are jerked violently causing the cunt strap to
somehow pull tighter forcing the freak clit to shove the totally saturated
vaginal rags deeper and allowing it to expand a mite more. She has to stop.
The orgasm is almost upon her. The yellowish off-white cream is spilling
over the tops of her feet and off her shoes. The stain on her skirt has
reached the hem.
 As a final indignity she discovers that her increased pace has just now
caused the right tit to escape its wire meshed entrapment. It had been
exposed for at least 5-10 seconds during her focused effort to gain the
door. Now it was coming to a shuttering, vibrating stop, resting massively
against her torso, its lower contour just above her pubis.
 Its outside edge extends even past her wide hip. The giant mam is laced
with heavy blue veins that meander in a denser pattern toward her dark red,
swollen areola.
 Both of Dee's areolas have grown to an impossible size. Each is a seven
inch diameter five inch high, vein-laced protrusion that has expanded so
greatly that they often wobble and oscillate independently of their parent
sacs. They are mounted on the pendulous lower end of each tit. However,
despite the ponderous girth and weight of the sweaty bags, the areola on
each points about 45 degrees downward rather than straight down. Both of
these wonders would have been a 39D on the average woman. Each is capped by
an even more disproportionately sized, beet red nipple, so large, that it
looks freaky even on these cumbrous tits.
 The exposed nipple, like its partner was about the length of a toilet paper
tube. It rivaled more than a few cocks in the crowd and was oozing several
drops of lactate. This was a new ordeal that had cropped up within last
several weeks.
 Dee could only choke back her sobs of ultimate indignity as she attempted
to cover herself. Several so-called "tough, independent," feminist bitches
were berating her for being an embarrassment to her gender. One crude
son-of-a-bitch in a $400 Brooks Brother's suit actually got close enough
to - under the pretense of helping "can I give you a hand young lady" - grab
the seeping appendage in his hand and pull down sharply.
 Dee quickly pulls the no-button blouse together as best she can, succeeding
in at least covering the areola and a couple of inches of flushed flesh
above it. It would be too much of an ordeal to try and cram the monster in
the empty cup. She must try and find a rest room quickly. There, she can try
to stuff herself back together and get to the Doctor's office on time, as
she was specifically and rudely instructed by the appointment nurse to do
without fail. Just before entering the office building - shit happens - she
breaks off the heel of her right shoe which was wounded in Dee's brief
effort to run. Now she has to bend over and remove both cunt cream laced
shoes. She is now barefoot with a continuous rivulet of drying cunt slime
oozing between her long naturally curly but proportionally shaped prehensile
like toes. She could cum just by staring at them, wiggling and contorting
them in a variety of directions and angles. The slime was still running down
her legs and replenishing the drying crud on her feet and lower legs.
 In her despair, she failed to notice the long, slim, open toe clad feet
that were emerging from the stretch limo parked in front of the building. If
she had, she would have creamed right then, given her immediate stressful
circumstances. These feet were her ultimate dream of what a perfect female
foot should be. They were clad in shoes that were a simple assembly of
six-inch rapier-thin heels connected to a thin leather sole. They secured
the feet with a single ankle strap and a thin sister strap that looped very
tightly across the base of the toes. Each of the sexy feet exhibited a high
arch and a well-defined and visible bone structure. Several of the many
visible veins were extremely prominent just behind the constricting toe
strap.
 The coup de grace for Dee had she seen them, was the high arching, angular
toes, each with a small delicate knot at the top of the last two joints. The
next to longest toe - which had a slightly flared tip and smallish
rectangular nail- if straightened out, would have been significantly longer
than the big toe which was also long and perfectly formed. The rest of the
super sexy digits were long and angular also, but proportionally smaller
towards the very angular curly pinky toe. Because of these extra long silky
toes, the owner possessed a size 12 shoe. They were feet that would melt
Dee's foot fetish brain cells should she ever have the ultimate privilege of
caressing the spaces between each toe oh so slowly and wetly with the tip of
her quivering tongue. Or, to absorb gently, each vibrating digit completely
in her cavernous mouth with a series of many, slightly open mouthed, tiny
nibbles and closed lipped micro suctions. Each vein would receive its
personal tongue-tipped bath. Both ankles would sustain an almost total
wrapping of Dee's moisture laden snake-like tongue. All residues of warm,
drying spittle would be gently removed by the erotically charged, short,
jerky breaths of Dee's vacuuming mouth. The wrinkling of the clean white
soles would be ironed out by the repetitious jerks and flexes of the peds in
response to Dee's ticklish but incomparable oral ministrations.
 Had she been less distracted with her own ridiculous situation, she would
also have noticed that the fantastic peds were attached to long slender
well-toned legs that were exposed by the thigh high split of a knee length
skin tight dress. The photo perfect gams merged with very slightly flaring,
slim hips. The stomach was very flat. All of this slim and trim proportion
was lost in the shadow of a bust that though not as large as Dee's was
extremely imposing due to her five foot, four inch height and very slight
frame. She was mind boggling in appearance, particularly so after one
finally decided to see if such a body had a face. Indeed it did. This woman
could only be described as impossibly beautiful. Slender face, sharp
perfectly sculpted straight nose, full voluptuous but not overripe lips, and
cold black eyes that communicated a fierce, uncompromising, veritably
ruthless but intelligent countenance. People everywhere known or unknown to
her gave distance and immediate respect.
 Her name was Rhea Bouvier and the Gods of coincidence had brought she, and
Dee in contact with the single individual (each other) required to provide
the ultimate quality of life for each. She had been observing the pitiful
shenanigans of Dee for several minutes, noting with a practiced eye the
obvious marks of abuse on the more than twelve inches of exposed right tit.
She nodded her head in interest at the very noticeable almost detailed
outline and protrusion of a cock-sized leaky nipple. Yes, she was watching
and thinking "What a stupid cow bitch she is. How in the hell can someone
end up with cruddy toe twitching barefeet in the lobby of a major downtown
building? Jesus, her mascara is melting past her lips. She has tears in her
eyes, is drenched in sweat, and is barely covering up at least 40 pounds of
sweaty tits with one hand on the bottom of her ruined useless blouse and the
other holding a pair of rancid smelling shoes. And shit, the whore has globs
of pussy slime running down her legs. It looks like the worthless slut took
a three-minute piss through the front of her skirt. All that and she has a
beatific smile on her face? This bitch is interesting to say the least and I
am going get some answers soon."
 Dee was still oblivious to Mrs. Bouvier. She had been humiliated worst than
any time in her life, had a monster clit probing her soaked cunt hole, was
being squeezed almost breathless by a necessary bondage device, rubbed raw
by the same garment, and staring down as usual, was intensely focused on a
mental image of her hidden squirming, lathered toes. Despite all this she
had crammed back the oh, so needed orgasm. She was proud of herself, fondly
remembering her mother's often bumbling, sometimes over the top, but highly
effective and ruthless methods for helping her achieve today's success. It
too had its birth during their visit to the Doctor's office shortly after
she turned sixteen.


Chapter Two

Epiphany At The Doctor's Office
(Slippery Floors, A Putrid Slut and A Beating in the Hall)

 That visit to the family Doctor with her supportive and hardworking mother,
resulted in her first intimate examination by the near to retiring
gentleman. The examination revealed that Dee's breast size had expanded to
the massive equivalent of 62 FF. Each was the size of slightly elongated
basketballs. The right orb weighed 5.4 kilos (12 pounds) the left 5.7 kilos
(12.5 pounds). A proper fitting bra, which she could not afford, would have
been an approximate 58HH. The only saving grace was that Dee's frame was
medium-large. It enabled her to better accommodate the continually growing
monsters; but for a short time only. Soon their sheer magnitude would
overburden even that sturdy strong frame unless she began a serious
strengthening program.
 Because of her youth, each of the huge buds was very firm yet soft to the
gentle but professional hands of the good Doctor. However, their sheer
weight did result in an appeasement to gravity. Seen from the side they
displayed a slight ski sloop shape beginning just below her armpit and
terminating near her waist where the increasingly darkening red areolas were
displayed. Dee could not be passive during this first ever manipulations of
her extremely sensitive tits by another person.
 Her breathing increased significantly, as the Doctor pushed, probed, hefted
and sometimes squeezed each warming orb for unseen growths. The areolas
which were a normally medium pink, four inch wide, three inch high, raised
cap on each breast, began turning a darker hue of red. They had now swelled
to four and a half inches in diameter. The usually half inch wide, one-inch
long nipples had grown to almost 3/4x2 inches. Being, as we shall see, a
very lusty young lady, she also began letting down a moderately profuse
amount of feminine gel from her dramatically changed genitals, which was
another "blessing" that accompanied the sudden and continuing growth of her
breasts.
 Noting the change in her respiration and breasts - not an unusual
occurrence in his long history of examining women - the Doctor's ceased his
palpations and wrote up the negative presence of internal problems. He also
was careful to note the presence of several large, and still more smaller
bruises on each breast, accompanied by a lot of faint, half inch scratches
and a rather prominent inch or so wide, black and blue, bruise around the
base of each orb. Lifting each from its heavy resting-place on her chest, he
observed that this band was continuous around the entire base of each
breast. When asked about these marks, Dee blushed and darting her eyes a few
times, said that she had gotten into a fight with one of the female bullies
at school and had lost badly. The Doctor suspected parental abuse but
reserved future inquiry. Little did he know that the "abuse" was guiltlessly
and vigorously self-inflicted.
 Dee rose from the examination chair with the patient gown held at her
22-inch waist. Her breast swayed heavily from side to side even as she only
gently strides to the examination table; slapping together several times as
she turned and stepped on a stool to slide up. The back of the gown was
soaked. In the process of stepping up, she turned her back to the Doctor and
her mother and purposely dropped the gown. She willingly exposes an
exceedingly wide, rotund 42 inch ass, which at sixteen years of age and
still growing at five feet seven inches, was a rather formidable set of
circumstances. Even the professionalism of the good Doctor was temporally
challenged for a brief moment.
 What he saw for a brief instant, was a set of buttocks that looked to be
almost a foot and a half wide with a prominently rounded, 14-16 inch long,
wet tight crease. The huge rump was still well in sight as Dee twisted to
her left to sit down. This ten second maneuver - from the Doctor's point of
vision - was a purposely seductive display of two independently rolling ass
cheeks and the heavy shifting of her left tit, as it slaps loudly against
her lower left side and upper hip. Both swaying orbs vibrate to a quivering
halt below her navel as she sat in a totally nude slightly slumped position.
What really opened his eyes in that brief moment was not the size or
gyrations of her ass or tits - he had seen larger - though not on one so
young. Rather, it was the fleeting exposure of what was to prove to be a
piteously huge set of fur packed genitals, the likes of which he had never
observed, even in professional journals.
 As will be discovered, Dee is a very intelligent, rather self-assured
individual. However, because of her anatomical proliferations and the
concomitant ignorant public reaction that has been her history, she will
continue to be fearfully non-aggressive, shy and reluctant to start any kind
of sexually intimate relationship. However, if found in a situation with the
potential or appearance of sexual exposure or encounter, such as being nude
in front of one or more strangers, however innocent (the Doctor) she is
quick to respond with rapacious lust.
 At times, it is accompanied with youthful and ignorant confusion and
initial displays of subtle seductiveness and sometimes with conscious heated
participation e.g. dropping the towel. Suggestive, inviting poses are a
continual part of her wanton behavior in such cases. Such frequent sexual
energy is also manifested when she is the recipient of ridicule,
embarrassment and humiliating situations.
 The effects of being naked in front of the Doctor and her mother at the
same time result in swelling tits, increased respiration, flexing fingers
and toes, and an overall blushing and moist sheen of her very fair,
responsive skin. However, the most evident and perhaps most out of balance
physiological mechanism to have assaulted Dee, is the increasing voluminous
discharges of fluids from her entire cuntal region. The most copious is from
her widely gaping vagina. Most unusual however is the fact that when really
heated up, she will actually sweat out generous amounts of cunt sweat from
the exterior swollen surfaces of her meaty vulva as well. At this stage of
heated excitement she will, if only slightly encouraged, throw herself into
the scene with frenzied enthusiasm. She is almost totally devoid of control
of the now daily eroticism that accompany her real and fantasy worlds.
 It is as if her role as an evolving psychological, biological, many faceted
sex persona, were preordained. Her purpose and her Tao (way) is to provide
those special others who will appear in her life, and HERSELF, pleasures of
the most intense and as yet unimaginable to ever be experienced by any of
them. She was created to suffer; not as a martyr, but as a willing and
creative participant- though she will often enough scream and plead in the
most heinous, animalistic, croaks and choking gurgles, for a halt or just a
slight pitiful lessening of her near deadly future torments.
 However, never consign Deanna Winston to the conventional-wisdom, dung-heap
of victimization; to do so only trivializes the conditions and real
sufferings of the world's true victims. Dee, though generally ignorant about
all of this in her youth, will mature into the personification of "TRUE"
free will and choice. Her extraordinary mental and physical strength will
join forces to enable her to do so.
 Accordingly, she purposely let the gown fall. Settling back to rest on her
elbows, she moves her arms outwardly to allow her 25 pounds of swelling tit
flesh to hang off her torso, and become partially reposed on the examination
table. She purposely flexes and wiggles her long, curly toes when placing
her feet in the stirrups. This was done in concert with one of the thousands
of beatific smile she will engage on her radiant but animated face during
her momentous life.
 Her pupils are dilating and nostrils constricting; both in conjunction with
a noticeable increase in her breathing and a few small unrepressed
"oohhh's!" Again, this was not at all unusual to the Doctor. What was very
unusual however, was the very noticeable contraction of her obscene
oversized cunt. This was followed by an immense gush of yellowish
buttermilk-like cunt juices that projected outward two or three inches,
slopping on the examination table and the tile floor in a three ounce
puddle. Other ounces of the viscous musky mess matted her already
thick-soaked pubic hair.
 The principal reason for this copious emission was that Dee had her
excited, lovely hazel eyes on her feet when flexing her silky toes. Their
long perfectly proportional length enabled the slightly flared tip of the
next to largest and the ever so tapering tips of the other three, to caress
the rounded sole underneath. Other times they would actually cross over each
other when flexed in other directions. Her big toe was perfectly shaped and
straight, though, as previously noted, slightly shorter than its adjoining
ally. Her toes were puppets on a string, capable of a variety of contorted
dances when influenced by the conscious and unconscious experiences of her
daily and sometimes hourly sexual experiences.
 Dee is a compulsive masturbator, easily achieving 15 or more leaky orgasms
a day, even when in school. She is forced to retain a large supply of rags
and paper towels, which she keeps handy in her oversized handbag.
 Slightly embarrassed by what she had just done, she forced her eyes off her
turn-on feet and awaited the Doctor's next move. He, being a consummate
professional, picked up the gown and draped it over Dee's torso, leaving the
unprecedented sight of her one-in-literally-two-billion cunt, exposed for
further examination. He was quite familiar with occasional quivering leaking
vulvas during such procedures but "shit" he thought "that was usually after
several minutes of skilled internal and external, gentle but probing,
inspection." He had not even touched this girl's crotch. Allowing that he
could and would continue an examination while a patient was aroused
somewhat, he excused himself to Dee's mother to retrieve some necessary
equipment and to obtain the assistance of his nurse. He always required her
presence when a patient became aroused during an examination. He noted that
Mrs. Winston, who had entered the office in a very cordial and friendly
manner, now projected a fearsome demeanor.
 She being a naturally friendly and outgoing woman was seething. As soon as
the door closed, she was on her feet. "Dee I had hoped to God that your past
unacceptable unlady-like behavior had improved during the last month. I am
so, so tired of telling you to control this vile need to spill all over
yourself and to keep your perverted hands off yourself. I am thankful that
your last punishment was that long ago or I am sure the Doctor would suspect
that I am a child abuser. The welts on your butt and legs are thankfully now
faded, but know this young lady, you have apparently been up to your old
tricks in secret and you have thoroughly embarrassed both of us just now."
 "You dear child, are going to get the beating of your life when we get
home. It will cure you, because you are obviously sick, and there is no way
in hell I can afford to have you treated. So! I will do it my own way as
before, only much more severely. You know that I love you more than creation
itself. Despite the good Lord's will that you look and act the way you do, a
change is going to occur. I am determined that my little girl is going to be
able to take care of herself and be a decent person; for herself and for
others. If you are going to take from this world, you simply must be able to
give back to it. So suck it in my little precious you will know what
hell-fire is after tonight."
 Dee's mother is fundamental in her social and spiritual beliefs, and a hard
working widow who truly loves and is protective of her daughter. It is a
truly symbiotic loving relationship. Like all of us however, Mrs. Winston is
an imperfect person. Her greatest flaw is not her ignorance. It is her
frequent tendency to lose control when meting out the severe corporal
punishment she believes is the proper way to solve social or personal
problems. There is no need to examine why this is so. It just is.
 Dee quivering vagina begins to drool as she listens to her mother's truly
terrifying but stimulating promise. Small slurping sounds can be heard. She
is truly unhappy to ever be a disappointment to her mother, who she respects
and loves dearly. However, she cannot make herself change. She must satisfy
the increasing, raging need to find release - however temporary - from the
horrible itching and throbbing fires that invade her total being when
confronted with a wide variety of almost day-to-day passion fueling
circumstances. Her erotic rapacity has increased in frequency and intensity
during the last year and a half. Thus, the beatings are her emotional
rationale for, at least in part, appeasing her wonderful mother and for
being a weak slave to her consuming sexuality.
 She has long known that the punishments will only fuel her fires. Under
past circumstances she was able to exert some degree of control when
punished, by doling out her orgasms as consciously as possible. She always
hoped her screams would be interpreted not as intense orgasmic pleasure from
the numbing pain but as effective proof that the punishment was working and
might prompt a change in her behavior. She could not however, prevent the
large volume of drooling, leaking emissions, and sometimes - during the last
six months - actual ejaculations of slimy, thick cunt cream. By the end of a
beating, her entire lower abdomen as well as her legs and feet would be
lathered with it. There would be at least a pint or more on the floor and
the basement wall. As we shall see, Dee was often left unrestrained when
receiving her punishment, resulting in frequent heavy slips and falls and
the ejaculation of fluids on the walls when in close proximity to them. Her
mother never was able to understand these emissions during punishment, but
would discontinue the punishment as at least partially successful, at a
certain level of false tearful pleading by Dee. The conclusion of these
sessions left Dee very dehydrated and having been told to clean up the mess
spotlessly, she would always slurp the larger puddles up directly with her
mouth and scrape the still viscous portions off her body with cupped hands,
glopping it down with electric murmuring through her still twitching cunt.
Later she would drink several pints of liquid to replace the excessive loss
of fluids.
 Now, Dee is crying even as she leaks on the examination table. She is truly
sorry she has disappointed her mother, and is terrified of what her mom
might actually do. She is sure that at this point in time, her verbal and
physical responses during the night's ordeal will betray her real need and
condition. Such a revelation as "Oohhh! God help me mother, please unh!
Unnhh!! Don't stop, harder, eeeyyaaa... harder, pleeesssee!" would break her
mother's heart. Knowing she might not be able to steel herself from letting
this happen, she can now only try to prevent it.
 With genuine tears in her eyes and cunt leaking from the fact that she is
now in a supplicant begging situation - is there nothing that does not fire
off Dee's sexual synapses? - she shifts left to face her mother and in a
sincere choking voice pleads "Please don't punish me again mother... I
dropped the gown accidentally, and I lost some of my "vile fluids" (her
mother's tag) because I have never been naked or exposed like this in front
of a man. I was scared, even of the Doctor, and I think it has something to
do with my condition, which I have no control over. Honest mom it does not
make me feel like being a whore or slut who you say will leak like this
also. I am a good girl and I am as embarrassed as you are. Please believe me
mother. I am telling the truth. I do not want to be flogged by your straps
and boards or that terrible whip grandfather Morris used on you. I will do
anything you wish. Pleaseeeese! Let me do all the chores and promise to do
extra home work. I'll even stop watching TV".
 Conjuring up past images of herself trying to stand still as instructed,
but bucking, jumping and even running from the horrible pain/pleasure,
slipping in her own "vile fluids" and spewing on the walls during the 40th
or 50th smash of that horrible board across her wide, rounded but receptive
ass, Dee knew that if the promised ordeal was going to be worse, she would
likely break her mother's heart for sure. These thoughts caused her to
double her begging as well as her leakage. "Please be merciful Mama; let me
suffer another way. I will even be glad to wear those special gloves you
made me put on each night last month. And, I promise not to try and get them
off. Oh God Mama, you can even tie me up if you think I will play with
myself. I just do not want to be beaten. I will not be able to stand it. Let
me cook your breakfast each day. Teach me how to iron and sew. I'll do all
the things that need to be done and you can rest more, like you deserve."
 "Shut your lying deceitful mouth you little bitch." Dee tensed and felt her
pussy contract violently out of abject fear. Her mother had never called her
a bitch. She was becoming more terrified. She was also becoming thirstier.
"As nasty and vile as you can sometimes be, you have never been a outright
liar with me. Now look at you lying there with you poor giant tits swollen
much more than even ten minutes ago and making a horrible mess on the floor,
the table and yourself. Sit up and look Dee. This shit is going to cease."
Dee stiffens again. Shit is not a word her mother uses. She is becoming
almost paralyzed with fear now.
 Dropping her feet out of the stirrups and sitting up she notices that her
always heavy breasts feel even more so as they droop to her lap in her
slightly forward bending position. The areolas have expanded to almost five
inches in diameter and though not much longer, her nipples have thickened
noticeably. Her udders are so large in fact, that she has to drape each one
over her thighs as she bends far enough forward to see her pussy as well as
the floor beneath.
 "Oohhh, MY GOD!" she half screams, "I didn't know. Please forgive me Mama.
Aahh it's horrible. I'm so ashamed. Look at it. My vile fluids are all over
the floor and hanging like snot from the edge of the table. I will die if
the Doctor sees it." Dee slides her huge ass through the thick slimy mess at
the end of the table and stands up with her feet immersed in it. Her toes
clinch and spread in an attempt to secure a firm grip while she steadies
herself with now slippery fingers at the edge of the slime coated table. She
is only succeeding in making a bigger mess of herself and her surroundings.
The still oozing lubricant is now flowing down her legs. Her nine-inch wide
bush looks like it has been lathered with a cup of shampoo. She now has to
hang on precariously with both slippery hands. Her feet begin to slide as
the oily mess oozes between her continually grasping toes and shifting feet.
Her lips begin to dry with increased thirst but she is more occupied with
what the Doctor and nurse will think when they come in to discover her:
slipping around in her own cunt juices, udders swinging back and forth in an
increasing side to side arc while in her bent over position. Soon the bags,
which are hanging down a few inches short of a foot and a half, began to
take independent motions, occasionally slamming in to each other with the
sound of a wet towel being slapped against a shower wall. This of course
promotes a more precarious situation for Dee, but her main concern is still
that of being discovered. "Oh God mother; the NURSE! Oohhh, ohh no, she
can't know what is happening. She cannot see me like this. Please,
pleassseee!!, let me clean it up. It's everywhere. They will think I dropped
at least two dozen eggs on the floor. Let me Mama. Pity sake; let me clean
it up before they come in?"
 "Absolutely not Deanna. You can damn well be embarrassed and maybe learn to
control yourself in the future. If you cannot or will not, then prepare to
look like the ridiculous slut that you are. Sliding around in your own muck
with those outrageous breasts flopping like a cow's, running to her evening
milking. You can damn well fall on your slime-dripping butt for all I care.
Fall in it and whither in it while you try to get up. From this moment on
you will experience a dreadfully different world from the past. Though I
doubt that it will help, you will get the promised beating of your life
tonight but other measures will certainly keep those nasty hand where they
belong. If a broken pussy faucet is your fate then I damn well know a few
ways to keep the mess off of the world's floors. Now get your sniveling
slutty ass back on the table."
 Hearing her mother's never used words and her new gut wrenching demeanor,
Dee became uniquely terrified, confused and in a certain sense, defeated. It
is a new and very stimulating sensation when combined with her embarrassing
predicament. She has an intense orgasm; shooting the largest single wad of
cunt snot in her short sixteen years; ejecting out of her spastic,
contracting hole in a three second long pissing like manner; landing on the
as yet unfouled floor three feet away. Lord help her, she is indeed cursed
until the day comes when she is able to handle her truly challenging and
ever growing situation. With legs quaking, toes grasping and eyes rolled
back in their sockets, she falls heavily to the floor. Quivering and rolling
a few times in the final through of her climax, she is now a complete
obscene mess. The viscous glop now coats her hair and drips in thick stringy
strands off her body. She has let down more slime in the last hour than is
usual for a whole week. Attempting to rise, the door opens and the Doctor,
nurse, and even the insurance lady enter - the Doctor of course assuming Dee
would be draped.
 Seeing them all induces an ultimate state of humiliation. She is totally
out of control as she spasms toward another orgasm. "Eeeaagghh...
ghhaah.unh,unhhh, oooffph... YAAAIIIEE!!" She falls again and begins
spewing. The accountant faints, the nurse is paralyzed and the Doctor is
professionally alarmed that she is having a deadly seizure. Her mother
stiffens with the sharp large intake of breath, letting out a cry that is a
combination of rapture and sudden revelation. It is not for the hellish and
pitiful plight of her still twisting, flopping daughter, but rather because
of the sudden knowledge and realization of what is really happening and what
she must do about it. It is the rarest kind of epiphany. It would prove to
be of incalculable value to both her and her daughter's future emotional and
physical security.
 The Doctor pulls the still faint Dee to her feet at the edge of the table.
He thinks her loss of fluids has something to do with her hormonal condition
accompanied by severe seizures. He informs Dee's mother the main problem was
hormonal in nature and that there were no drugs to treat it, though some
were being tested. He prescribed dilantin for the seizures and advised a
follow up examination to insure there were no tumors or other apparent
afflictions to her reproductive tract.
 Mrs. Wilson knew by virtue of her new awareness, that Dee would no longer
need the services of the good Doctor. She knew what to do. It would be a
super human challenge for herself and Dee, likely taking several years to
achieve. The results would either find Dee in the back-most ward of the
state mental institution, reduced to a slimy stomach crawling slug that
could only leave a constant trail of slippery slush on the bare floors she
was restricted to. Alternatively, Dee would adopt herself to an extremely
rigid training regimen that would eventually enable her to control her
hands, and her almost constantly flowing trash bin. It started immediately.
Mrs. Winston convinced the Doctor to let Dee clean up the vile mess while
naked in front of the nurse and accountant - under the guise that she did
not want Dee's clothes to get dirty. The Doctor shrugged his shoulders and
left the room to the bugged-eyed stares of both women. Dee, Sobbing and
whimpering throughout the entire 20-minute ordeal, was not allowed to clean
herself up or put on her clothes to leave. Instead, she was told to put on
the completely saturated examination gown that she used to partially clean
up the floor. It was tied only at the back of her neck allowing a full view
of her entire filthy backside and much of the rear portion of her also
dripping tits, both of which flopped and swung in wide slapping arcs
underneath the almost wet T-shirt like gown. Her two-and-a-half-inch nipples
outlined in cloth clinging detail.
 "Mama I need water. I am dying. I have lost too much fluid. Pleaseeeee",
she croaked in a barely audible voice from a cotton-dry mouth and now dry
cracking lips. Now by herself in the hall, her mother's reply is in a tone
never before heard by Deanna. "You'll get water only after you do exactly as
 told, do you understand me you little snot bitch?" "But, Mama I'm so
thirsty, just a little please?" Making sure that no one is looking Dee's
mother rears back and smashes Dee on the left side of her face, openhanded,
with all her strength... SLLAAPPP! Dee staggers back. Only the wall keeps
her from falling. "Aiihhh, no Mama," This was a blow that went right to the
terror region of her heart not her cunt. She is in a manic, terrifying state
of being. "Shut your damn mouth, you piece of worm turd. Not another word
until I say so. Right now! Lips shut, don't even lick your lips." "Oh Christ
Mama what is happening, I am so scared" she manages to squeak out in a very
painful tone of voice. CRACKK! SLAMMM... SMASH! Three brutal closed fist
blows land across Dee's mouth puffing up her completely parched lip and
opening up a deep heavy bleeding cut on Dee's lower lip. The blows knock her
off her feet. Being very strong, she struggles up. SMASHH. CRUNCH! Two more
vicious blows to the mouth. Dee hits the floor again now moaning. Her mother
is now beyond caring if they are seen. It is not likely because they are at
the rear entrance more than 75 feet and several hallways from the main area.
In addition, after witnessing the Dee examination all have left for a break
of amazed gossip.
 Dee rises again, incomprehensible horror in her eyes as she looks in the
depths of her mother's eyes for some micro serving of pity and
understanding. She is so fearful that she is ready to vomit. Her lips are
beginning to swell shut. She utters a barely heard small little squeak as if
to maybe start vomiting. It is not an attempt to defy her mother.
CRACKK.SMASH... KRUNCH! She bounces off the wall and starts to slide, her
massively swinging tits swinging in such a stretched out sideward arc that
they too slam into the wall even though Dee has hit it with her back. The
putrid gown falls off. She is grabbed by the hair just before hitting the
floor with her wide ass which now covered with half-dry scabby cunt cream.
Dee is not leaking or spurting now. This is deadly. She is convinced her
mother is going to beat her to death. She will not resist.
 She is pulled to her feet by her hair. "One way or the other you putrid
little bitch, you are going to keep your damn mouth shut." PUNCH... POW...
CRUNCH! Three more are delivered to Dee's mouth. By now, it is becoming a
ruined swollen mass of single entity flesh. Both lips so inflated, bloody
and cracked that they are now impossible to open. But she must somehow,
because she now begins a choked, strangle sounding vomit. It is so powerful
that it forces her massively swollen lips apart. The hydraulic effect of the
barely open lips combined with the force of the ejection causes the putrid
emissions to spew in a narrow forceful arc four feet down the hall.
 Dee is bugged eyed in her struggle not to strangle herself. WHAM! She is
knocked off her feet with a blow to the side of her head ten seconds into
the constantly flowing ordeal. The mess is still spewing: now in 2-3 foot
arcs in every direction, as she withers in new terror. A lot of blood is
still flowing from the five large cuts that interlace the swollen nozzle of
the human vomit hose. She is beginning to choke a little. Utter panic sets
in. She becomes incontinent and begins to project shit and piss violently.
Three large turds hit the wall just behind her. She is pissing in all
directions and still vomiting. In an almost seizure state she bucks and
withers in her shit, piss and rancid vomit; all adhering to the mushy lumps
of drying pussy slime. Her slimy milk bags are crashing against the floor
and wall so violently that they sound like full size saturated bath towels
being slung against a wet bathroom floor. They will be severely bruised and
swollen tomorrow.
 Finally it all stops. She is a ruined soggy shit house cockroach, pitiful
to look at, but extremely enduring. She stinks and reeks with putrid waste
that emanated from every orifice she possesses. Her strength enables her to
get to her hands and knees but that is all. "You have one minute to get your
pus filled cunt off the floor and on your feet, you shit covered cow."
 Dee's abused and swollen tits hang so far now that they touch the floor
while her arms are fully extended in an attempt to rise. She quivers and
shakes while managing to raise her torso. Her shit covered tits flopping
around her waist so stretched they have become. They are visibilly swelling
and will likely be monstrous in size by tonight beating. She lets out a
terrorized, runny spurt of shit thinking about it. Her breast feel like bags
of fire right now, as she manages to get just to her wobbly, spastic feet.
She is instructed to put on the shit, piss, vomit and cunt juice soaked
gown. Her lips the size of halved apricots are still bleeding profusely and
sealed tightly shut even though they will still swell some more. She can not
even tie the neck string. She is totally nude from the rear and most of her
side, especially when her hideously burning meat bags swing in even wider
arcs now that they are swelling to an ungodly size.
 "Get your worthless ass to the car. I will be out in a minute." Dee looks
beseechingly at her mother, eyes pleading for pity. Dear God she tries to
communicate. The car is two blocks away in an open area public parking lot.
KAPLOWW! She is goggle eyed in unpredicted tit pain. Her mother had just
delivered a closed fist powerful smash to her left tit burying her fist to
the wrist in the firm but malleable tissue. Dee wanted to retch again but
there was nothing left. She dry heaved, her injured sac actually smashing
into the middle portion of her back just next to her side.
 "Goddamn you Deanna, do as I say. Do not fucking think about anything just
DO IT! And while you sashshay your fat ass to the car do think about this.
If you think this little episode is a horror just wait until tonight. Your
tits and ass have not even begun to swell. By tomorrow at this time even you
will screech at the horror of their torn swollen massiveness. This goes for
that shitty ass of yours and that girl cock that's sticking out like a hot
dog now. Now drag your ass out of here and wait for me at the car. I will
unlock it when I get there." Dee now dangerously dehydrated did as she was
told carring a note written by her mother telling anyone who might approach
her that her apparent injuries were not serious and that they were on their
way to the hospital. Down the street she goes, being instructed to walk in
the gravel and through a one acre lot strewn with all manner of broken
bottles, stones, refuse and hornets' nests. She is not to look down but keep
her eyes on the car and walk through whatever she encounters. It is a worse
humiliation than cumming in the Doctor's office. She arrives with profusely
bleeding feet and 13 hornet stings on her bare back and ass. She is gawked
at by a number of people but no one attempts to stop her. She waits by the
car for half an hour in the hot sun. Her mother returns and after throwing
several handfuls of sharp rocks and small shards of glass collected from the
empty lot on the passenger side floor board, instructs her to get in, take
off the slimy gown and squeeze under the dashboard as far as possible. It is
agonizing doing so but even more so when instructed not to move a muscle
until her mother returns.
 "Okay you little shit maggot. If you want pain and agony get prepared.
Something happened to both of us in that office and I am going to act on it,
even if I do not know the full measure of it yet. I will get no pleasure
from what I must do but I am now a different person and will be that person
as long as I have control of you. I now know that you live for pain and that
you squirt those vile juices in pleasure. Well I will not try to change
that. You may blow gallons of it for all I care and you may tie papa's old
belts around your milk sacs as tight as you wish and claw them with your
always sharp finger nails and whatever else you use. I will learn what is
necessary to melt your piss pot of a brain with monster pain and
humiliation. I imagine you will likely cum your brains out but I will
restrain you until you scream and pass out with frustration. You will in
effect, learn to live with your affliction through mind wrenching control.
To cum and squirt at the proper time."
 "You are going to contribute more to this world besides cunt slime and you
will learn to do it with what you papa called The Hair of the Dog. The more
you suffer the more you will learn control. Cum a hundred times a day if
necessary, but do it on your own time out of the sight or circumstances of
those who do not wish to be witness to or subjected to it. You absolutely
will learn to give as well as take and you will adjust your life
accordingly. So! For at least the next three years, you will be a virtual
slave to me. You will succeed or mysteriously disappear. I love you dearly
and will often comfort and reassure you. I will happily caress your lovely
face while it rests on my lap. I will brush your silky auburn hair and kiss
your sweet cheeks. I will pray for both of us and keep you as healthy as
possible."
 "I will also hurt you unmercifully, and heap the most humiliating and
degrading circumstances on you that you or anyone can imagine. If you are to
be a pain slut then you must be able to endure the most horrible things
possible. I want you to be strong in body and mind. I want you to survive."
 "That is it. Remember every word I have just uttered. You will constantly
be asked what the purpose of your future horrors are all about and you will
never fail to get it right. Now scrunch your ass under that dash even
tighter. I am noting where every body part is. None of the little rocks I am
placing against you had better be out of place. If even one is just slightly
moved then you can not imagine the consequences." She makes sure all the
windows are rolled up tight, locks, and shuts the door on this 92-degree
day. It is an hour before she returns. Dee is near total dehydration and is
hardly sweating any longer. Heat stroke is about to overtake her. She barely
breathes through her nose. She is still in her cramped position now unable
to move even if she tried. Her mother blows a cup of Gator Aid into her via
a straw in her nose. Any normal girl would have died an hour ago. Dee will
live to make it home in preparation for her night of unimaginable hell fire.

Continued:

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