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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


Chapter Three

The Front Porch
(Parched Terror and a Depraved Brush Fuck)

 In its unique ability to transcend time and compress the memory of past
events, Deanna's fertile mind had conjured up all the events of that
momentous visit to the Doctor's office with her mother, about the same time
that her current elevator trip was about half over at the 10th floor. Dr.
Kline's office was on the 22nd floor. Dee was still in deep reverie, unaware
of the slim, huge titted, beautiful, but malevolent presence standing across
from her. Rhea Bouvior was eyeing Dee with a combination of intense interest
and bemusement. The four other women and two men on the elevator were
staring in various combinations of amazement, lust and disgust.
 Lost in her erotic thoughts, Dee had loosened her grip on the de-buttoned
blouse to the extent that several inches of her dark red areola was exposed.
Its cock thick, four-inch long and still lactating nipple is transparently
visible under the wet material. Her mushed and severely compressed cunt
still dribbled through the soaked skirt and down her legs, but in smaller
quantity than during her street experience. She was zoned out, partially as
a result of her current shameful and erotically humiliating situation, but
mostly as a result of the gut wrenching horror of what happened following
she and her mother's visit to the Doctor's office. In her retrospective
wisdom, Dee understood, but was still amazed at how her mother was able to
intensify her masochistic yearnings. In addition, she did so in a manner
that enabled Dee to endure horrible, almost insane episodes of pain and
humiliation. Many of these nerve ripping torture sessions would literally
have killed a normal woman. Eventually Dee, who would yearly grow stronger
mentally and physically, would be able to spurt out innumerable orgasms,
even when bloody, torn, and dehydrated to the point of total exhaustion. Her
humiliation experiences would have turned the thickest skinned individual
into a psychotic fool, unable to leave the sanctuary of their bedroom
without breaking down into a sobbing hulk. As it turned out, Dee's mother
possessed genius inventiveness for creating and setting up many of these
events.
 Dee's cunt experienced a minor spasm as she recalled the numerous
humiliations her mother forced her to endure while at school. She had long
been the recipient of daily "moooo's" since her size 48's at age 13. These
unoriginal insults only intensified the next year, as she expanded to a size
51EEE. Just before her fifteenth birthday, her hormones went into
hyperdrive. She grew to more monumental proportions at a faster rate. Just
before visiting the town Doctor with her mother, at age 16, she had expanded
to a massive 62FF. By then, her classmates had become merciless.
 She begged her mother for home schooling. She was pissing in the wind. On
most days, her mother required that she drink her own piss out of a
transparent cup, during lunch in the cafeteria. She accomplished this by
draining, out of the ever-present catheter, only the six ounces she was
allowed to lose during the school day. Then she had to get to the cafeteria
with the hand-held open cup by explaining that she liked to keep her lime
aid in her locker. Sometimes the derisive hoots and verbal abuse were so
intense that she would run to the restroom to finish off an eminent ridicule
induced orgasm.
 It was even too much for the enduring Dee and she would hide and cry
shamefully and sadly even as she jerked off for the fourth or fifth time
while at school. Her tears would drip between her naked and jumping tits
(she had to release them to sag to the side of her torso in order to get to
her crotch) as her cunt juices dribbled in the toilet.
 Of course by then (her junior year) all the girls knew why she made so many
trips to the rest room and often followed her there to listen to the action
and giggle or insult her. Occasionally, they would quietly sneak over to the
adjoining stalls and yell "It's finger dancing time Deanna". The suddenness
and disgrace of being discovered jerking on her five-inch long, inch-thick
clit and sucking as much areola in her mouth as possible, often caused her
to immediately cum. Sometimes she would be so startled that her ass would
leave the seat and a short ropy spurt would hit the stall door. Once a girl
named Peggy Catchings made her lick it off the stall door in front of the
three other girls who watched with smug excited faces. Peggy would prove to
be a violent presence during the remainder of Dee's high school years. Thus,
"big dick Dee, the cum-licking, jerk-off queen" was added to the daily
ridicules.
 The worse episodes of humiliation occurred in the dressing room before and
after gym class. Mrs. Winston had convinced the local school officials that
Dee should take part in P.E. classes, despite her special condition. The
liberal female principal and curious gym teacher accented. The omnipresent
catheter and twelve inch long tube, were explained as a necessary appliance
for "her condition".
 It was sheer hell for Deanna. She had long ago discovered the girls were
much more cruel and tormenting than the boys were. The latter generally
hooted at her and occasionally engaged in some grab-ass and tit feels. None
ever asked her out and none ever would. Her massive tits, small waist, and
rotund ass/widely flaring hips were much too intimidating. Besides "the
bitch has a dick bigger than me and she would rather jerk off all day than
fuck anyone." Dee of course, would loved to have gone out with anyone, had
they asked. By now, even she realized that it was not to be. Most everyone
knew about her "slutty manner and freak body." Even if a guy consented to
screw her it would have been akin to throwing a hot dog down the main hall
of the school, so expansive was her cunt by now.
 No, only a handful of girls fantasized about Dee and of these, only a few
would venture forth to seek her special company. One was Annie Blithman, the
diminutive 80 pound female school runt. Annie would evaporate to a hiding
place in the locker room and excitingly and brutally ram her hand up her ass
as she watched the girls force Dee to masturbate to several sobbing orgasms
while in a variety of nude, obscene poses. On occasion, they would beat
Dee's expansive ass - as she masturbated - with a thick, six-inch wide
paddle Peggy Catchings possessed. This would be done to the tune of loud
background radio music and a lookout to prevent discovery by the gym
teacher. Dee's scars and bruises were explained away as the result of her
own "sick" self-administered torture (usually correct) which was being dealt
with professionally. When the beatings occurred, Annie would literally
fist-fuck the shit out of herself with lust-narrowed eyes focusing on Dee's
huge, scum tossing cunt. "Ohh, fuck, I could get my entire face and head in
that beautiful, leaking monster!" The results of her cunt gobbling fantasy
were a groaning orgasm and a shit covered hand and wrist, which she greedily
licked and sucked clean with her tiny mouth and long serpent-like tongue.
She was a disgusting shit eating little lesbian bitch, who possessed almost
no sexual taboos. She was also more socially courageous than her peers. She
would soon inform Dee that she thought she was immensely beautiful and
wished to get to know her better right away.
 "Yes", Dee thought - unconsciously, arching her freshly wet right foot up,
in a toe only contact with the elevator floor. A small dribble of vaginal
venom slides up and over her knuckled-up toes. Her mother was responsible
for creating for her, an intense erotic path through the world, as well as
one of "normal" contributing circumstances. However, as good as she was at
her profession and even her successful volunteer work - which was lauded by
the area United Way staff - the erotic side was becoming increasingly
dominate, especially during the last six months of reoccurring hormone
problems. It was as if, in the "grand scheme of things", her purpose was to
become an anatomical anomaly of increasing prodigious and impossible,
proportions, and to provide for the needs of the special others who would
become a part of her unique universe.
 Equally important, her service to these special people would further expand
her own horizons of emotional and physical suffering. Thus, she would
symbiotically achieve her own higher magnitudes of wants and needs. Her
thoughts drifted to the moment it all began in earnest, when she began
stirring from her state of near heat-stroke death on the floorboard of the
car.
 The cupfull of sports drink her mother had blown into her via a straw
through her nose had made the difference. That in combination with the air
conditioning, which her mother had turned on full strength during the ride
home had revived Dee enough to become conscious. She was much too weak to
move now however. Spying the fluttering, dry-focusing and confused eyes of
her daughter, Mrs. Winston spoke in a firm clear voice. "Dee, if you can
hear me, I suggest you start moving. We will be home soon and I do not
intent to carry you to the house. Unwind your arms from around your freaky
milk sacs and start stretching those legs and feet. The glass and stones are
not going to hurt you that bad. You are going to be bleeding a lot more than
that later, anyway. Move Dee! Move your fat ass NOW!!. If you cannot get out
of this car by yourself when we get home then I will beat you out of it with
a piece of the fire wood piled up next to the porch."
 Dee could hear and understand her mother. She could not however, tell her
mother how much she hurt due to her excessively swollen lips which her
mother had beaten to a bloody pulp. They were now nearly the size of a ripe
peach. Additionally, her floor, wall and fist battered tits now felt as if a
small fire was being stoked inside of them. As huge as they were, they were
now swollen to the size of over-inflated but elongated basketballs. The
rocks and glass from the empty lot were gouging and cutting her in over
thirty places, mostly on her right side, scrunched up position. "Oh Jesus
this hurts so bad, she whimpered to herself. I am so thirsty; so cramped.
Must move for Mama. Do not want to be beaten with the firewood. God! Its
dried white oak. The bark will rip my skin off. Shit, it will break my
bones. Must move! Merciful God help me move."
 Almost imperceptibly, Dee began to move her toes then her feet and, ever so
slightly her legs. Alas, even that little bit was exhausting. She gathered
her strength after a few minutes and with great and almost final effort was
able to roll on her stomach. "Ahhhiiieeeee!!" She silently wailed, "Oh, ohh!
The glass is cutting me to shreds. My tits! Ohh Shittt! My tits are being
massacred... water, God water... Tits, ohh, my tits hurt so much, I'm
fainting; can't, must not, will be killed if I do... just a drop of water,
oh mercy somebody just a drop... PAINNN!!!"
 Dee's new position on her stomach had flattened her pain racked bags a
great amount, resulting in a cleavage that topped out at her swollen mouth.
The still swelling bags were extended outward beyond her still paralyzed
arms. She was now being cut and bruised in approximately thirty new places,
from her mushed tits to the tops of her feet and toes. "No more. Can't take
anymore. Gonna die. Oh God I love you Mama. Please help me. Please don't let
me die. Please have mercy on me Mama. I'm your little girl. I want to do
what you say, but I hurt soooo much. Help me Mama, just a drop of water then
I can move for you. Merciful God in heaven, just a drop. I suffer too much.
Want to move. Can't. Gonna die."
 "Well we are home Dee and you haven't gotten very far. You had better heave
you bloody ass on the ground before I return from the porch. Won't take me
very long it's only about 30 yards." Dee began to pray to the real God she
knew existed and looked out for her. She could not move. It was her death
sentence. She prayed that God would remember the many and sincere kindness
she had bestowed on her early childhood friends and even those who taunted
and abused her the last six years. But mostly she implored that God would
forgive and protect her mother even as she was about to end Dee's short
honorable life.
 Dee tensed and emitted a single pitiful tear from her parched and
traumatized body, as her mother approached closer, crunching the sharp
driveway gravel under her loafers. Dee shuttered and continued her prayer
behind throat scorching mewings of terror. "Open your eyes Dee. I have
decided to give you another few minutes to get out of the car. Give me your
head precious and let me blow this down your nose. Maybe Mama was expecting
a little too much, even from someone with your special strength. You are
such a mess, covered in shit, pee, dried vomit and all that vile juice from
your slash. My poor little girl, so bloody and bruised. Why your poor cow
pussy is so cut up, that all that thick bushy hair is soaked in blood. Oh!
Mercy, there's a big gash on your huge floppy girl dick. Take this water
now. It will give you the strength to get to the porch. Swallow slowly. You
can only have a glass. Any more would make you cramp and loose it. You will
get more on the porch. Mama is going to clean you up and make you strong for
tonight's ordeal. There, now get to the porch the best you can. If you
cannot then I will have to use the firewood and beat you until you do. Hurry
now I want you there by the time I return from the barn."
 Dee and her mother lived alone on the 125 acre farm that her father had
eked a living from trying to raise beef and grow most of the crops they
would need during the year. He had died of heart complications; contributed
to some extent by his intense labors and worries that the two most important
women in the world were being deprived of the things they deserved but could
not have. He was a good man who possessed a dignified "horse sense" kind of
wisdom, as did his wife. However, like most men, indeed like most people,
his concerns and ambitions for the women in his life were based on the so
called conventional wisdom, that "Women" expect, in fact, require certain
things in life (generally stated as more and better empirical and emotional
circumstances). His and most of the world's failure is that such
generalized, information applies to the cultural or world body of womEn. He
was married to a womAn, with special and unique wants and needs of her own,
including the abiding and sincere desire to serve and provide as well as
receive. This was very true of his wife and most especially of his now
maturing daughter Deanna.
 Mrs. Winston in fact, possessed a high degree of self-esteem and a desire
to give more than take. Like her husband, she did so in order to provide a
better life for all of them. Her inborn determination and resolve had
enabled her, after long hard study, to become a Licensed Practical Nurse.
She was very skilled and in heavy demand at hospitals, and in the homes of
friends and strangers. She was strong both mentally and physically and
possessed a cast iron stomach when confronted with the extreme cases of
illness or injury. Her twelve years of experience and trusted skills had
enabled her to obtain the medical resources required to attend to most any
illness or injury.
 She was focused and willful. This combined with her recent awakening,
concerning Dee and their future together, left no doubt in her mind that she
would succeed. She knew that it would be a grim and mostly horrible affair.
She had much to learn too better prepare and met out what she must. However,
her skill at total focus, was aligned toward the rest of this day. It was
now noon on a 96 degree cloudless June day. Dee's real horror was only about
to begin and it would not end until 3a.m. the next morning
 Dee's body absorbed the ten ounces of sugar water given by her mother
through her nose. Her lips were still tightly swollen shut. Though still
severely cramped, cut in over 100 bloody places, and silently screaming as
the fire grew more intense in her tits, Dee very slowly but surely scrunched
and twisted herself around to face out the open door. She ripped herself in
numerous new places as she did so. Some of the glass shards her mother had
thrown on the floorboard were as large as the tip of her thumb; a few were
several inches in size. Her hands were out the door now, grasping at the
crab grass that grew profusely in the driveway. She pushed. She heaved. She
thrust with bloody grasping toes and feet against the glass and rock strewn
floorboard. Her compressed shit covered tits were squeezed into a contorted
elongated column of flesh as they became hung up on the bottom lip of the
doorframe, her areolas almost at her always-protruding thick, long clit
sheath. The clit itself was too hideously large to ever be sheathed
completely. Even when in a total state of repose, it hung in the impossible
four inches necessary to fall even with her gaping and drooling vagina. It
was a protrusion of raw nerves that rivaled the cocks of most men,
especially when it expanded to maximum potential, as it would tonight.
 At the moment however Dee's clit was dragging behind her and, between her
huge cunt lips as she slid across the now bloody floorboard. Her stretched
welted milk bags popped painfully free as Dee successfully heaved and
grunted herself into a painful quivering heap on the sharp gravel driveway.
She was near exhaustion. Her appearance would have shocked the local
coroner. Though a lot of the shit, vomit and cunt crud were scraped off on
the door frame, she hardly displayed any regular flesh tones at all, so
covered was she with blood and crud.
 Despite the heat, she quivered and spasmed. Her intense thirst returned.
She had to get to the porch before she became weaker. She struggled on. She
was pitiful, crying to herself, scared shitless as a sixteen-year-old would
under similar circumstances. Her entire being was racked with unprecedented
agony. Had she not been so dehydrated she might now be leaving a slimy slug
trail of cunt cream across the driveway. She felt no erotic stirrings. She
was focused on the porch. Perhaps her mother's methods were beginning to
work even now.
 "The porch, Mama said there would be water on the porch. She never lies.
It's there, I know. Oh God, help me make it, must make it or Mama will kill
me with the firewood" She slithered on her belly, too weak to even make it
to her hands and knees; tits squeezed out to either side, cunt, clit, top of
legs and feet digging into the sharp gravel, striving for any kind of
leverage. She was getting nowhere. The gravel was too thick and loose. She
was only kind of swimming in it, succeeding only in abrading herself more.
"Have to get up on my hands and knees. Mama will be back soon. Help me,
please Jesus, please daddy, help me.'
 She instinctively begins to work her hugely swollen tits under her torso,
rolling slightly to each side, pushing inward with her arms. It helps. Her
tits are so swollen that her body is now high enough to enable her to get
her hands on the driveway with arms half extended. She pulls her legs up
toward her torso. Using her last bit of momentary strength, she gains her
hands and knees. "Ohh! Merciful God, Thank you."
 She is forced to rest for several minutes and pushes on with renewed vigor
almost actually happy at her inventiveness, strength and success. Instances
of such self-resolve, and inner and external strength would manifest
themselves during the rest of Dee's life. Now she knew she would live. At
least until tonight's ordeal.
 She made it to the porch, with her hugely swaying nipples brushing a couple
of inches off the ground. The water was there in a bucket. She screamed
inwardly. "How will I drink it? I can't open my mouth. I need it." Getting
dizzy, she manages the three porch steps on hands and knees with nothing but
pure incentive to live, nothing else. She thrust her head in the bucket,
unsuccessful in her attempt to suck it in. She is going insane. She can feel
its caressing coolness as it relives the itchiness and dryness of her scalp
and face.
 In her near madness to obtain the life saving liquid, she inhales through
her nose. Olay!! Choking success. She can taste it. She is choking and
sneezing it from her nose. Some dribbles down the dry, parched throat to her
sandy stomach. She continues to snort and suck through her nose. She is now
really replenishing her drought starved tissues. The stomach absorbs it
quickly, allowing rapid seepage into her intestines. The mouth absorbs it.
The too thick blood now begins to thin, enabling natural life process to
proceed unhindered. Soon the kidneys and other organs will function as
normal. Food would long not be a necessity but water was, especially for
Dee, and in very frequent doses, as she was to soon find out in earnest.
 She had snorted over a quart when her mother returned with a croaker sack
of implements. "I had no doubt that you would be here Dee. You are one
strong and long suffering little bitch aren't you? Look at me and answer.
Always answer Dee. No matter what your condition, your pain, your
humiliation, or inability to speak or move. From this second on you will
give me some notice, however feeble, that you hear me and are responding.
Always! Do you understand Mama's little shit maggot?"
 Dee was still shocked and scared shitless by her mother's new language and
attitude but she was no fool. She stared bugged -eyed at her mother and
nodded her head in assent. SLAPPP!! Hard across the left cheek. "and, I do
not intend to wait five second for you to respond!" SLAPPP!!, right
cheek,WHAPPP!!, left cheek. "Is that clear?" Dee nods instantly.
 Dee is instructed to rotate slowly while on her hands and knees, as her
mother begins to hose her down in preparation for the rest of the day's
ordeal. "I am going to scrub you so clean your skin will shine my little
lovely. You are much too dirty and nasty. I do not want you becoming
infected. I want your skin clean, tight and prepped for tonight's visit to
hell." Dee tensed and shivered. She had been so elated at successfully
attaining the porch and water that she had forgotten about her mother's
promised horrors. Mama did not lie.
 She was scrubbed with a thick, straight bristled horse brush. She screamed
inwardly, bucking and jumping with renewed vigor. She was going to pass out
with the pain. Her mother sensing this, ceased for a moment. Most of the
cuts began bleeding again. She began again. Again Dee bucked and withered as
if hit by 220 volts of high amperage electricity. Her tits were scrubbed
vigorously, so swollen that they rode her torso in an almost non-pendulous
manner. Her areolas were now almost the size of halved footballs, topped
with turgid nipples that extended out of her mother's fist as she lifted the
tits up to scrub the undersides full strength. She had to pause six or seven
times to prevent Dee from passing out.
 It was when the three-inch wide brush started on Dee's cunt that her mother
was unable to override Dee's gyrations. Her mother was bearing down with the
brush so hard that Dee's soft, partially hooded clit was stretched straight
down and into her vagina, along with four inches of the brush. Back and
forth she went, twenty times in the same spot, in the same manner. The clit
began to enlarge due to pure painful stimulation while being rammed in Dee's
extremely pliable and expansive vagina. It penetrated her several inches.
Six inches of the twelve-inch long brush accompanied it.
 In and out the brush fucked and scraped Dee super sensitive scum tube and
raw, cut and abraded clit. The brush never leaves the expanding vagina. Her
mother applied ten vigorous hard pressed thrusts to the top, bottom and
sides of her now wounded hole, for a total of forty scraping penetrations.
The raw growing clit is not allowed to escape. Forty more. Then another 50
at a full 12-inch penetration of the brush along with three inches of her
mother's hard gripping hand. The clit expands alongside the evil brush. It
was a hideous sight. Dee's bottomless cunt was now absorbing at least four
inches of 1 1/2-inch thick clit in concert with a three inch wide brush and
half of her mother's hand. It was almost the limit of even Dee's capacity.
She heaved with an unconscious effort after another 30 strokes of the brush,
throwing her mother back on the porch.
 Dee convulsed like a dying fish. Her monster clit raged upward out of her
vagina, followed by a shot of cunt snot that landed on her thighs and oozed
onto the porch. Her body was now arched high with her head and feet as her
only support, the obscene (run reader, I warned you) seven-inch monster
throbs and waves in long back and forth arcs, slinging stringy ropes of
vaginal residue in several directions. Dee's eyes roll back in her head. She
mercifully passes out after the orgasm passes.
 A wise and cynical old sage once observed that "when all is said and done,
more is usually said than done." This is perhaps true of most people, but
certainly not of Dee's mother. This woman in her as yet barely touched new
awakening and newfound perceptions, was determined that Dee would cum, even
this soon after beginning to recover from the day's brutal events.
 She knew that Dee had always been a compulsive masturbator. She would catch
her innumerable times a day with her hands up her dress or always in the
bathroom, emitting unsuppressed sobs and short, high pitched screams. Often
she would be seen skulking around and in the barn. Occasionally, she could
be heard screaming from the direction of the tool shed, though this had not
happened for a while. She dismissed her mother's early panic by saying she
had seen a spider and could not repress her instinctive scream each time she
saw one.
 A true accounting would reveal that the budding little masochistic slut had
discovered the real heat that could be generated in her drooling crotch by
the clumsy but effective employment of pliers, screwdrivers, awls, sandpaper
and barbwire on her ever expanding breasts, cunt and other parts of her
proverbial brick shit house body. On one occasion, she sat naked on the
dirty, motor oil-greasy floor, successfully stretching her thinned out clit
over 9 inches to her waiting wiggly toes. She then simply held the bleeding
appendage in the tight grip of the old vice grip pliers and began
masturbating it with her feet and toes. Having acquired this most common of
fetishes long ago, she would soon contribute her own greasy deposits to the
nasty floor via a series of six or seven intense orgasms, often pinching off
her screams with a mouth full of hard chewed areola. Lately as her tool
skills matured and became more vigorous, she began to gag herself with a
variety of rags, and wood.
 The large volume of lubricant and other vaginal secretions are the result
of her hormonal imbalance. The seepage is particularly voluminous when she
is sexually aroused. Pain, humiliation and verbal or physical stimulation
arouse her. Her imagination arouses her. The sight and feel of her swinging,
flopping tits arouse her. Most especially, the sight and feel of her sleek,
slender feet and long angular toes arouse her. She basks in the musty smell
of her armpits. Sweaty body and crotch odors causes her to leak. The
slightly bittersweet taste of her cunt cream is an aphrodiasic. Though she
has not partaken of it, even the smell of her farts, shit and piss are less
foul than even a year ago.
 Alas there is less and less in Dee's expanding world that does not act as a
prime to her cunt pump. The sometimes-amazing ejaculations are somewhat akin
to that of a man. Her huge vagina has the capacity to store the large
quantities that accumulate during sexual activity, be it a self induced fist
fuck or a beating. Laughter and ridicule while putting on her much too small
bathing suit at the local swimming pool will also switch on her internal
cunt blender.
 When she cums, her normally slack and very elastic vagina contracts
violently many times. This results in the rapid gushing of accumulated
slime. Similar to a man the initial first gush is slight, the second, third,
and fourth are the heaviest, gradually diminishing to lesser quantities. The
number of ejaculations, volume discharged and distance spurted, once outside
her heated skin cave, is dependent on the duration and intensity of her
arousal. A quick jerk off, similar to the five or six she manages during an
average school day, might result in only a few 6-10 inch shots on her
thighs. This she can suck up quickly and cleanly with her mouth before
lowering her skirt and exiting her hiding place. Other times, when she is
only able to masturbate once during a day or when she is stretching her cunt
or nipples with a pair of pliers, she might belch out four or five, pissing
like arcs, that are 3-5 feet in distance. These are the extremely intense
climaxes. In fact, they are so severe that they usually cause her to
completly lose control and flop about on the ground like a naked epileptic,
pissing cunt juice in all directions as her vagina contracts violently...
 Dee's clothes were almost always left in a soggy condition in the hamper
where she was always careful to leave them. Her mother also gave up changing
the sheets every few days due to their usually saturated condition. Instead
she forced Dee to sleep on a rubber sheet which she was required to clean
each day, as necessary. She was such a vile little slut that if she were
sure her mother was busy in the kitchen, she would slurp up the congealing
thick slime with her mouth.
 As she got older Dee attempted to be more careful where she dribbled and
spurted. She was especially careful to clean up any blood that might get on
her clothes. She would have a hard time explaining blood on her store bought
46DD bra. She only had two, and even though each was now much too small -
causing her tits to bulge into a five inch, very tight cleavage that reached
to the bottom of her neck - she had to keep them in good condition.
 "It would not matter a lot now anyway," her mother thought. Dee would
seldom be allowed to wear any clothes at all, and when necessary, only the
minimum required to keep from being arrested or expelled from school. In
fact much of what Dee would wear during the next three years would be for
the purpose of binding, stretching, squeezing and repressing.
 Her mother smiled as the scrubbing continued. She would have Dee totally
confused during the early part of her training, making her go almost slobber
mouth mad from one extreme of almost constant daily jerk off sessions to
periods of agonizing blue-cunt lip repression. These sessions of constant
stimulation with and without relief over long periods of time, would have
Dee actually tearing her hair out of her head the first time they were
initiated. These future sessions of agonizing repression and ordeals of
continuous orgasms would serve their purpose.
 Dee had passed out three more times before the total body scrub was
complete. She was covered with over a hundred now cleaned up but still
bleeding small to large lacerations. Her mother then lathered Dee's entire
body with handfuls of powerful but slippery antibiotic. She allowed it to
settle in all the wounds for half an hour before toweling it all off. Dee
continued to suck water through a very flexible half-inch diameter rubber
tube her mother forced between her lips. "Do not lose that Deanna, it will
prove to be your real life saver for most of the day." Dee stiffens at the
painful insertion of the largest size Foley catheter into her inch wide
urethra. It is set to prevent her from pissing. "Now my little pain slut I
am about to give you a treat. Its time to be tenderized for tonight's
session in hell. Are you ready." Dee stared at her mom with panicky pleading
eyes attempting to eke out little mutterings through the tube. WHAPP.
"Didn't I just tell you to answer me immediately if I ask you a question."
SMACK, SMACK, SLAP, WHHACKKK! "ARE YOU READY?" Dee nods yes
frantically."Okay then, get to your feet" Dee does so slowly. Though still
weak, her strength is returning fast. Grabbing the bag of implements she
instructs Dee to walk to the rear pasture. It is an almost grassless
five-acre open area. "Lie down on your back and spread your legs as far out
as you can, just like you did when you did the split for everyone in
gymnastics class."

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Chapter Four

Terror On The Lower Forty
(Horse Flies, Hickory Rod and a Natural Roasting)

 At about age four, Dee had discovered to her and everyone's amazement, that
she had the ability to contort her body in the most amazing bends and
shapes. This was not fully appreciated until she began taking gymnastics at
age seven. It was one of the "things" that Mom and Dad had decided to
provide for her in their attempt not to see her deprived of the events other
children commonly participated in. She could often accomplish the most
awesome contortions with minimal effort and hold them for long lengths of
time.
 With a little help from her mother Dee's legs are drawn out perpendicular
to her torso. Because of her unique litheness, the sensation in her hips and
upper thighs is minimal at present, manifesting itself only as a slight
burning. She has not done such in several years. Her monster, damp cunt meat
has gaped open at least three inches wide. The impossible cunt root hangs
out in a five-inch half erect, gooseneck droop. Exposed as she is, most of
her genitals and stomach are covered in a thick mass of pubic hair. It
spreads almost to the edge of her wide hips, forming a reverse, only
slightly thinned out triangle, that extends five inches above her navel in a
more sparse two inch to one-half inch wide furry band. Her inner thighs and
ass crack are also heavily mossed.
 Working quickly her mother drives two stakes into the hardpan soil on both
sides of Dee's ankles. Two-foot long leather strips bind her feet very
tightly to each of the two stakes at each ankle. Two more stakes are pounded
in with the two-pound hammer either side of both calves, at the knees, and
upper and lower thighs. All of the stakes are pushed firmly against the
various parts of her anatomy before being driven into the hard ground. Dee
is unable to move her legs even a fraction of an inch.
 Next, her mother pushes four feet of half inch diameter hemp rope under
Dee's back and, after folding the loose ends over Dee's stomach in opposite
directions, ties one end to a stake on her right side. She then proceeds to
draw the slack out of the loose end, compressing Dee's waist from her normal
24 inches to 20 inches. Dee gasps. The rope is suddenly jerked two inches
tighter. The quickness and severity of this procedure is so excruciating
that Dee jerks rapidly up, into a sitting position. Her swollen tits now
rest on her lap. Her eyes begin to tear up. She gazes imploringly at her
mother for relief. "Lie back down so I can finish tying this you little
bitch. I'm in a hurry" Dee is temporally shaken by the burning compression
of the rope and her mother's new vocabulary. CRACK, an open handed vicious
slap is applied to Dee's left cheek. SLAPPP, CRACK, CRACK, SMACKK, SMACKK;
five more are violently applied to her left cheek. Five additional open
handed blows are applied full strength to the right side of her face. Dee is
stunned. Her ears ring. A small trickle of blood seeps from the corner of
her swollen lips. Her shock and strength combine to enable her to remain
upright, though leaning back now on her supporting arms. This causes her
still painful breasts to lift from her lap and roll slightly to either side
of her torso. THUDD, THUDD, THAWACK, THAWACK... four closed fist punches are
delivered to Dee's left tit bag. Dee's eyes bulge. Her tits had by now,
become so swollen that a lot of their natural resiliency had been lost to a
corresponding tightness. They were more rounded now and were much larger
than basketballs. The areolas also had swollen to tight six-inch wide,
four-inch high quivering, deep red monstrosities. Their nipples were now
fully erected at over three inches in length. THAWACK, THAWACK, CRUNCH,
THUDD, CRUNCH!! Five vicious ones to the now oscillating right udder. Dee
crashes to the ground. Her eyes roll upward. She has never experienced such
agony in her tits. This was worse than the time she dared to hold a lit
candle to the underside of one her tits. She had done so for an excruiating
length of time and had developed a large red bubbly blister that still
showed a scar. AEEIWHEE, she screamed inwardly... UUEEEUURREE!! It's not
real. AHHHhh, SHITT, IT HURTS!" "I told you to goddamn well lie down. How
many times am I going to have to tell you to do as I say IMMEDIATELY!! Do
you fucking understand you fucking cunt wad?" Dee nodded in the affirmative
instantly.
 The rope was jerked tight again. "You stupid little cow. Eventually you
will understand that disobedience is tied to consequences. Try this now" The
rope was tugged and pulled in another excruciating inch. Dee's waist was now
pinched to a gasping 17 inches. A welt would form. It was tied off at it
respective stake.
 Dee's arms are splayed out at 45-degree angles and secured to stakes at her
armpits, biceps, elbows, forearms, and wrist. Even her fingers are totally
immobilized by her inventive mother, who will rapidly gain even more
imaginative torments and sinister perceptions during Dee's long training
regime. Out of her bags come over thirty various sized, rusty, U-shaped
nails she had plundered from her deceased husband's greasy floored work
shed. Three each, straddle each of Dee's splayed out, upward facing fingers
and thumbs. They are immobile. The only thing capable of even the slightest
movement is Dee's thrashing head and neck.
 A six-inch diameter log is shoved under her neck. Four stakes are placed
against it and driven into the ground to secure it firmly. It will not
budge. A rope is passed around Dee's neck and secured in a tight but
non-constricting manner to two of the log stakes. Next, her head is pulled
back far enough to force her to look backwards. This causes a very slight
choking tightness of the neck rope. Her head is secured in this completely
rigid position by a leather cord that passes just over the bridge of her
nose and across the top of her eyelids. Thus, she is only just able, with
great difficulty, to open and close her eyes. The leather cord is not passed
around her head like the waist and throat binds, but is simply drawn down
and secured to stakes. Her breathing is labored due to the severe
constriction of the waist and neck bindings. She will begin choking if she
tries to take deep breaths or swallow hard.
Despite her rampant fear and almost complete paralyzing bondage, Dee's now
quivering clit expands outward an additional half inch. Her long sweaty
toes - which are the only portion of her anatomy not brutally corded - are i
n constant motion. They snap back toward the arch and curl downward in a
letter C appearance during moments of sudden severe cramping or other
internal or external agonies. Other times they splay outward, jerking,
crossing over each other, straightening, and rotating. They are a paroxysm
of contortions, with unlimited permutations of wiggly movement. It is Dee's
only conscious and unconscious attempt to dilute and sling off her many and
violent sufferings. It is pitifully insufficient. Bailing the Titanic with
wet flicks of the fingers would have been more fruitful. Still, her toes and
clit were all that were available to her. Each would rage and toss in
unprecedented vectors as her agony intensified.
 "Now Deanna, I hope you do not think that you are going to retain that
thick pussy pad in the hopes of diminishing the effects of your evening's
punishment. No little one off it comes and quickly too. I have business to
attend to in town and some special shopping to do. We are going to need some
special implements for your very special training. In addition, we are
especially going to need an abundance of medical supplies to speed your
healing process. You are very fortunate that Mama is one of the best nurses
in northern New York. You will require my utmost skills to stay alive at
times. There will be no more Doctors. Can't be. Once they see you after
today and especially in future months and years, they would have me arrested
on the spot as a child molester and abuser. Do you wish for me to be
arrested and out of your life Deanna?"
 She looked directly into Dee's wide open horror struck eyes as she spoke
these words. Dee attempted to flutter her eyes as fast as she could. She was
only able to blink twice in about ten seconds, but that time she also shed a
large tear from her left orb. She was terrified of the prospect that her
mother might go away. NOOOOO! She inwardly screamed. Her mother must not
leave her. She truly loved, wanted and depended on her mother. This was not
a simple - though common - matter of a child's willingness to take or even
seek abuse from a parent, in order to receive some token of attention. This
was a much stronger rooted past and present reflection of a loving, trusting
and mutually benefiting parent/child bond. Certainly the circumstances were
unique and being attended to, in what would prove to be the most proficient
and rewarding manner. No, the essential ingredients of this solid, loving
relationship were long ago identified and applied by both her father and
mother. It was before and in fact, transcends Dee's condition of the last
couple of years.
 Her mother noted Dee's eyes and understood. Dee did not receive a slap. She
was sincere in her communication and learning fast. Her mother kissed her
gently on both eyes and carefully on her scab-swollen lips. Dee gasped and
began to cry. She knew without hesitation that her mother loved and
understood her absolutely.
 However, the present demanded attention. Her mother produced a sharp pair
of sewing sissors and proceeded to cut large hunks of the thick pussy hair
from around Dee's thick, protruding external lips and lower belly. She
placed all of it in a special plastic bag as she cut. When she had trimmed
as much as she could with the scissors she began scraping as much as she
could with her husband's old, rather rusty, straight razor. It was a very
abrasive and unskilled cropping but it got results. Dee's toes snapped and
quivered as her cunt revealed itself as almost totally bald. Next her mother
began a closer shave with a cordless razor. All residue went into the
plastic bag.Her pussy hair had been so profuse that the bag looked like it
had been filled with two large bags of cotton balls. Some were stubble,
while others were two, three and even four inches long. Later during the
school year, Dee would be required to sprinkle them on her food in front of
her classmates. A fresh supply would always be on hand as she would be
forced to remain slick and smooth during her three years of training.
 The shaving now revealed the monstrous truth of Dee's hormone swollen cunt.
It was an oily protrusion that literally swelled out and downward like a
gaping split-in-half, raw, rump roast. The thick sweaty outer lips were
separated at the top by the thickness of her clit and its heavily
convoluted, corpulent hood, which only succeeded in covering about two
inches of the ever protruding monster. The hood actually formed the upper
portion of Dee's long dangling labia minora which protruded several inches
beyond the outside edge of the blubbery outer lips. The bottom of her cunt
cleft gasped open from 1-3 three inches. It revealed the viscid entrance to
her insanely over-developed vagina, which actually opened and closed like
the mouth of a water-starved fish. The slight but constant dribble from her
bottomless cave, found the natural drainage of her scrunched-up ass crack,
pooling in the now muddy dirt below.
 The rapidly emerging, imaginative, but as yet, unskilled dominatrix (not
sadist, dear reader) next scrubbed Dee's extremely thick and very elongated
labia majora with several applications of a surgical strength disinfectant.
Then taking a heavy gauge cobbler's awl that her husband used to repair
harnesses and saddles, she immersed it in the germ lethal liquid. After a
few minutes, she threaded a thick length of disinfectant- soaked leather
through the eye of the awl. Then without hesitation she literally grabbed a
handfull of Dee's labia and pulled it out to an easy four-inch stretch.
Dee's toes fluttered. Her mother then pushed the sharpened awl through the
top portion of Dee's labia majora about an inch back from its outside edge.
A small fountain of blood spurted from the heavily compressed spiked flesh,
dribbling down around her mother's hands. Dee's toes jerked back in a rigid
paralyzed stance. She began making muffled strangling noises. She had taken
a large intake of air and swallowed hard at the hideous agony of the thick
awl penetrating her extremely sensitive cunt lips. Her diaphram heaved and
the tendons of her thighs spasmed. Most apparent were the animations of her
clit. It raged out at its full six inch potential. Now a thick vibrating
mass of brownish-red, heavily ridged nerve-packed gristle. It throbbed and
waved in reaction to the most livid pain/pleasure Dee had ever experienced.
Her toes stayed rigid in a maxed-out, cramping curl. Nevertheless, the raw
exposed solid nerve of her clit never stopped its gyrations.
 Each huge gory labia was pierced four times, leaving a one inch gap between
each of the half inch long holes and a one inch gap either side of the top
and bottom holes. Thus simple math denotes that Dee's still growing, hormone
fed outer cunt lips are currently - in their natural state - about eight
inches in length from the tops of their rounded, grossly protruding mass, to
their ass- attached bottoms. Each 1 1/2 inch thick lip is now threaded with
the slippery leather cord. After eight piercings, Dee's clit has managed to
lengthen an additional, never before attained, half-inch. She continually
gags in a non-lethal manner, barely able to breathe in her haze of pain.
But, she is getting enough air. Blueness around the lips would indicate
otherwise. Her mother watches her closely before proceeding.
 This use of an awl and leather on Dee's vulva, is of course, not the work
of an experienced mistress. Rather, it is the result of the practiced eye of
a country girl who grew up with the necessity of using such tools with
frequency. The site of Dee's thick, lengthy, defrocked pussy lips did not
require much imagination on her part, to see the potential. Her keen
knowledge of suturing wounds also contributed to this extra ingredient of
Dee's torment.
 Two stakes were driven into the ground close to the ones that held her
knees rigid. Then, in a procedure that caused the independently living clit
to quiver in an seemingly impossible attempt to pull itself even further out
of her body, Dee's mother stretched each large cunt lip outward, parallel to
her perpendicular legs. Out she tugged, five inches. They thinned from their
original four. More, to six. Then onward to a pancake-thin, seven inch
stretch. The two loose ends of each of the eight pussy-threaded leather
cords were then tied to the foot-long stake three inches away. Each
suffering lip was swabbed with more disinfectant. The bleeding continued at
a reduced rate. Dee's hugely stretched outer pussy lips were now pulled
parallel to her split open legs, in an almost 10-inch wide, seven inch long,
fan shaped arrangement. Their inside surfaces would partake of the same
natural tenderizing process as the rest of her body. The cloudless, record
breaking 96 degree, 98 percent humidity of the day would insure such. "You
sit still Deanna. I have one other thing to get that will save your life.
I'll be right back"
 Dee was in extreme agony and she had only been staked out for about the one
hour it had taken her mother to complete the rather crude but effective
bondage. It was now about 1 p.m. Summer solstice passed only two weeks ago.
There was still about five hours of intense scorching sun radiation left
before things started shading up and the intensity of the harmful short
wavelength radiation were refracted and scattered by the atmosphere. She
quivered and spasmed as the heat and ultraviolet rays flogged her with their
silent but unmerciful intensity.
 She was a miserable little bitch; immobile, except for constantly gyrating
toes and quivering cunt rod. This she would periodically cause to throb in
long up and down arcs during involuntary spasms of her cunt muscles. Her
entire body, covered in the hundred or more cuts and abrasions suffered
earlier in the day, was awash in a hot velvet sheen of sweat. Her legs, arms
and fingers splayed out in increasingly sharp, preliminary, cramping spasms.
Her head was completely rigid in a now painful, backward facing position.
The sweat stung her hard to open and close eyes. Her prodigious tits were
completely still on her motionless body. Each was riddled with a plethora of
very prominate blue veins that meandered up and around its entire surface. S
ome were so prominent with swelling that they could be observed cutting a
path across and through her blood red, puffy areola.
 The cavernous maw of her cunt was splayed out in an obscene exhibition of a
seemingly bottomless drooling gaped open hole, only slightly obscured by her
long loose dangling inner lips. All were wet with sweat, blood and cunt oil.
Her usually glossy, shoulder length beautiful auburn hair was now a soggy
stringy mass that hung in the dirt most of its length. Her eyes provided the
greatest witness to her suffering. They were open wide in a
pupil-constricted look of utter despair and agony. However, a close up look
by the practiced eye of an experienced master or mistress would reveal the
glossy reflection of exquisite sexual integrity.
 Hearing her mother return, Dee strangled in anticipation of what was next.
Her mother removed the tube from between her lips and began forcing the
small opening wider with her fingers and the flanged end of a longer thicker
tube. Dee shuddered. Her swollen, cracked and bleeding lips were welded
together by a single dirty scab. She pushed and twisted slowly splitting the
crusted now profusely bleeding labial wound open onto a one-inch gap. Dee's
tongue shot out in a long rounded protruding curl. In and out in a
snake-like manner it went. Tears rolled out of her eyes. "Mthhhuuffuummuua,
MTHHUFUMMUUA, Plllluuusssthhhs, Uhhth, Huuutthhs Uhhthh Huuutthhs!!!" (Mama,
Mama, please, it hurts, it hurts!!!). "I did not give you permission to talk
Dee. Just for that you will get more of the needle in you greasy vile cunt."
Dee went bugged eyed. "OOHHH PITY, PITTY ME GOD, I will die if she sews my
cunt up some more AHHH,HEELPP, HELLPP!!!" she silently screamed.
 The wide end of the flange is forced into Dee's mouth sideways and twisted
between her teeth. This makes it virtually impossible to expel when Dee's
suffering soon will drive her to the brink of madness. The rest of the
one-inch wide tube is about four feet long... The loose end is securely
attached to an open tub into which Dee's mother begins pouring over five
gallons of liquid she brought down in a wheelbarrow. "Listen to me Deanna.
When I finish here in just a few minutes I will have to leave to attend to
business. The new tube will always be immersed in the special replenisher I
have prepared for you. It contains plenty of vitamins, electrolytes, and
thirst quenchers. It will last until I return. The larger tube will
accommodate you if the pain causes you to vomit. You will then of course,
have to drink your diluted vomit."
 Dee shutters as her mother begins the added punishment to her grossed out
cunt. When she is through, Dee has a closed off Foley catheter stuffed up
her chili hot urethra. Her long floppy inner lips have been sewn together
with a single length of thin bailing wire. They are then stretched straight
out about six inches to the front, and secured to a stake. It is violently
agonizing affair, and it burns like hell fire. The pressure against her
filling bladder makes her want to urinate fast.
 Before she leaves, Mrs. Winston grabs Dee's rigid clit and jerks it like
the huge girl dick it is. It is one of the rare clits occasionally observed
that has a penis like head at the end. Dee's is the size of a large tapering
plum. She twists and wrings the monster attempting to dislodge it from her
daughter's freak body. She continues without letup for ten minutes. Dee is
in agony and ecstasy. She screams into the tube. Bubbles froth the surface
of her bucket of replenishment. She begins to choke and strangle as her
corded neck muscles cause the leather cord around her neck to tighten. She
sucks through the tube as well as her nose. This causes more strangulation.
Her toes perform a mad dance of survival.
 Her mother ceases her jerking ministrations to the engorged suffering
appendage and begins to slap it back and forth with vicious, open-handed
blows. It slaps Dee's stomach on the upswing and thumps the wet ground
either side of her tightly stretched inner lips on the down swing. This
continues for over a minute. Suddenly, a large viscous pool begins forming
in the muddy dirt between Dee's thighs. She is in the throws of a violent
orgasm. She screams inwardly at the familiar conflicting intensities of the
pleasure/pain. Every muscle, tendon, and surface blood vessel tense and
stand out in rigid response. Her eyes roll back. She starts strangling again
as the leather tightens around her neck even before she finishes her cum.
The pool spreads as her contracting vagina pumps out the slippery hot fluid.
Had her inner lips been open, the super strong contractions would have
ejaculated the reservoir of slippery lubricants that are constantly pooling
in her cunt sheath, a foot or more outside her rabid snatch.
 "That's a good girl Deanna. When I return I want to see a much larger wet
spot between those sexy legs and that girl dick had better be larger also.
You must suffer greatly for Mama. Do not disappoint me Deanna. I know you
can endure this agony for a long time, and the more you do the more it will
make your swollen pussy heat up and hose itself off. You are a strong, long
suffering girl sweetheart. Suffer in hell fire agony for yourself and for
me. Grow that dick and cook for me. We have much to do before the sun rises
in the morning. I promise to return later in the day and turn you over for a
complete basting. I require a blistering red tenderizing. It's absolutely
necessary that you be glowing from head to toe before your trip to the hay
barn tonight."
 Deanna has suffered through the intense orgasm without being able to move
any part of her body except her now cramping toes and her massive clit,
which she flexes up and down in wide wet arcs. She has been staked out for
almost two hours now. It is about 2 p.m. She quivers inwardly. The earth
itself acts as a nice natural spit as it oh-so-slowly rotates her evenly and
with total ungodly exposure to the scorching rays of the sun. The most
avowed nudists and tanners were indoors on this boiling record breaking day.
For a while all she feels is the increasing, now painful penetrations of the
heat through her skin. It is beginning its uninterrupted journey from first
degree burn to several stages of the most painful second-degree sunburn.
 She is now exhibiting a hot pink flush all over the front of her body. Soon
she will be in extreme agony as she begins experiencing the roasting torment
of advanced second degree burning. She can feel the horrible heat as it
penetrates her. Her oversensitive milk bags are especially vulnerable. They
are already bright red and pouring sweat in madding trickles off the tits
themselves and her torso. She sucks on the life saving replenishment tube
and begins a series of low guttural moans as her skin begins to retain more
and more of the heat pain. It was akin to holding your hand fairly high
above a lit candle. The heat will intensify and you are forced to move away
from it. Dee could do no such thing. She continued to parboil while her toes
flayed about.
 Suddenly, her low continuous moans became a silent shriek. Her eyes open as
quickly as possible. She had, just that instant, experienced a sharp wound
on her tightly stretched left large cunt lip. The pain intensified. She
could only tense and begin to choke. "Eiiiehghaa", bubbles froth the bucket
of replenishment as another similar pin stabbing pain erupts from her
swollen, bright red right milk pap. "Arrooghhaa, Eeiiieeghee, Ghhaaaiieii",
three more assault her, on the foot, left thigh and worst of all, on the
side of her raging cunt trunk clit. She fights it, but the burning
continues. All five of the agonizing burning spots merge to cause her to
suffer five times more intensely than the first single stab on her cunt
flap. "EEEYYAAIIIEEE!!, URRggh, OHH!! AHIEE, God ALMIGHTY, AHHIee" She
alternately strangles and spews bubbles in the bucket as six more stabbing
pains distribute across her muscle corded totally restricted body. "OH
Jesus, AHHHH Shit!! What's happening, what's hurting me? AiieeSHHIIITTTT",
three more assault her. Though the first few nerve screaming pains are now
beginning to slightly subside -after 2-3 minutes- the other ten or so have
magnified her hurt to the point of nausea. She tries to calm herself
somewhat. It requires almost all of her reserve resolve and extraordinary
effort to relax enough just to barely suck in a sufficient amount of air to
breathe and to tune in to her surroundings somewhat.
 It is then that she finally tunes in to the rather pronounced buzzing that
emanates from all directions. "AHHH SHITT!! NO, NOOooo! Not horseflies. AWW
Christ, they sting so badly, I can't stand it, come back Mama, hurry they're
biting me to death." Dee's knowledge of the insufferable, tenacious pursuit
and bite of this most tormenting of God's menagerie serves to increase her
agony. The bite of a mature horsefly, and its continuing endeavor to suck
voraciously its victim's fluids, is akin to being stabbed with a half inch
pin that has been dipped in pure bleach. It lasts for several agonizing
minutes and continues as a steady burn even after it flies away. Dee's
muscles can be seen visually rippling and jerking in involuntary spasms.
 The humming and stinging does not abate. She is now being stung by over 20
of the miniature monsters. They bite and plow through her already burnt
skin. Five leech on to her clit. She is attempting to flex it constantly now
like the solid bruised and ever expanding, self-protecting tail it has
become. The intense misery drives her towards a gut wrenching orgasm. Her
cunt roux spills out. "AHHaaiee, cumming, hurts, IT HURTS..., CUMMING,
URRGHHHhh, CUMMING!!" She strangles out her masochistic orgasm, choking and
spewing in the process. Bubbles continually froth the surface of her
diminishing replenishment. A virtual horde of the winged devils have now
descended on her. It is more than even her strength can endure. To be
stabbed with 60-80 poison swabbed needles in almost the same moment is more
than even the most scar-covered slave of twenty years experience could
endure.
 Dee's eyes budge obscenely, she begins to heave. Sweat runs off her in
constant rivulets as she starts to vomit. The mostly, bile diluted
replenishment fluid rushes past her constricted throat and through the tube.
It spills out into the remainder of the bucket's diminishing contents. It
now contains equal portions of vomit and fresh replenishment. Her toes make
unprecedented gyrations in her attempt to cease her strangling and deal with
the continuing torture of the horseflies. Worse, she is now covered by a
multitude of houseflies, gnats, piss ants, and a contingent of fire ants.
The latter assault her with hundreds of intense fiery bites, from her toes
to her now closed eyes.
 Dee has been cooking on her back for almost three hours now. She is being
eaten alive by hundreds of miniature, evil and voracious masters of the
insect world. Her toes curl and snap, spreading and popping up and down. At
one point when being bitten by at least five horseflies at once on her wire
sewed inner slit lips, the next to biggest toe somehow managed to achieve
the impossible journey of crossing over its next two companions, before
scratching itself back to its original position. She sucked the
vomit/replenishment down in small choking gulps in order to feed herself for
survival. She was now so burnt and bitten that blood oozed from many of the
bites that covered her almost second-degree scorched skin. Blisters were now
forming on the usually unexposed and sensitive portions of her agonized
anatomy. There were several one inch sized, clear to light pink blisters now
on her stretched outer and inner cunt lips, and twenty or more 2-3 inch
varieties distributed across the insides of her thighs, on her tits, and
lower stomach.
 It was now about four o'clock and she was fast approaching serious
consequences to her physiological integrity. Her muscles and tendons were
almost totally cramped in their stretched, rigid posture. She had sweated
gallons but had been able to replenish all of it. Her agony was so severe
that she had six orgasms. Her clit was now swollen by a multitude of insect
bites and the erotic pumping of Dee's heated blood.
 Her mother returned with a variety devices to torment Dee even further.
Dee's eyes opened and several moisture-seeking houseflies took up residence.
Though she could not see her mother, her eyes begged and implored for
relief. "Well my little hunk of human fly paper, your holeless dick has
indeed somehow managed to expand. Even you would not recognize it. It's
grotesque Dee. I would think that the swollen monstrosity is due to the
multitude of insect bites, but the great big old mud puddle between your
legs proves that you are, indeed, turned on by pain and agony. I do not
understand why, but we will learn together and use it to make your life more
fulfilling and responsible."
 "Now, since you have done as I ordered and forced the obese appendage to
stand up taller I will give you a little more pleasure." She grabs the seven
inch monster in a crushing grip with both hands and begins to twist and jerk
it up and down in a violent act of masturbation. Dee's toes immediately curl
up and back in a cramped rigid posture. Eyes bulging, with indescribable
pain, she begins her strongest orgasm yet since being staked out. Her
synapses backfire as her mother's grip and strokes increase in intensity.
Cunt cream gushes out onto the ground. The thick, slippery, monster clit
fills her hands to overflowing. She attempts to dislodge it from it mooring.
Dee tries in vain to piss. Relief arrives as she passes out during the peak
of the brain-melting climax.
 When she awakens a few seconds later her mother is standing behind her. Dee
focuses on her in her still backward looking totally paralyzed bondage. Her
eyes stare in abject despair and agony. She hardly notices the quarter inch
hickory stick in her mother's hand. It is fresh cut and contains about nine
jagged sharp protrusions where smaller branches had been broken from it. It
is about three feet in length. Being a quarter inch hickory, it will stay
rather rigid when striking flesh, which will be its frequent fate very
shortly.
 "Dee sweetheart, I know you think you are about to die and will surely not
be able to suffer any more torment. I assure you however that except for
your body cramps and the agony of your sewed up cunt and insect bites, you
are in good physical health at the moment. Most of the liquid replenishment
is in your system. It has replaced all your fluid loss. In fact, it has
strengthened you somewhat compared to your condition when we arrived home.
You are young and certainly much stronger than most people your age, even
most boys. No, my little puss pocket, you will get what was promised. All
that you have endured well here will make your suffering much more intense
than I originally planned. I am sorry little toot, but you have not begun to
hurt. Before we are through tonight, you may well be close to real death.
Such will be the case many times over while you are with me these next three
years."
 "But, you will not die. You will pray to die I am sure, but you will not. I
love you and do not wish it to be so. Mama is only trying her best and so to
must you. I get no thrill, sexual or otherwise doing what I must. You
however do. Let it be. You will suffer utmost damnation at and away from
home until you are nineteen. You will grow stronger as well as bigger. Your
girl cock can grow as big as your arm for all I care and your tits can drag
the ground. Whatever the case you will not hide at home and frig yourself
all day long. You are going to go to school, church, and to town as
required. We, you mostly, will deal with it. If you must masturbate and pump
quarts of you cunt goo in public then be prepared to deal with the
consequences. You will be jeered, ridiculed and humiliated wherever you go.
Nevertheless, go you will, and as God is my witness, you will learn some
degree of control as you do go. You may well drip, slobber and fart slime up
and down the avenues of the world Deanna, but you will not always succumb to
the screaming need to cum while you do so."
 "This means while you are sitting at school, at a job, or walking or
running or during any activity you may be engaged in. Let the juices flow,
the tits flop and bounce and you huge ass roll and quake; wiggle you sexy
little monkey toes that you so fondly like to gaze at and stroke. Do all
those things in public if you must. But do not always give in to the
screaming need for release. If you do you will likely collapse, and become
an even more obscene public spectacle as you wither and toss about like an
epileptic having a grand mal seizure. This is what you will control.
Correct?" Dee stared in tensed agony. CRUNCHH! "YAHHEEEEEeee," Dee blows
huge bubbles as the rod crashes across the top of her slightly larger left
boob. It sinks two inches into the crushed areola, just behind the two inch
long, rigid, insect bitten nipple, causing it to bend backwards over the
skin incased rod.
 "Now answer me pickle puss. Am I correct about the purpose of your
training?" Dee is literally too injured to respond. SMASHHH! It lands across
the side of the right tit, causing it to crash against the left bag in
response. "MAMMMAAAA, EEEYOWWWWEE!!!, STOP... ARGGRR... PLEASE STOP. YOU ARE
RIGHT, OH GOD... uggh, YES... gurrgle... YESSssss!!, YOU ARE RIGHT,
PLEeasseee," Dee silently screams, blinking her eyes as fast as she can.
"Good" her mother responds, "Now we can get down to the business at hand."

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