Message-ID: <28404asstr$979485003@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: "Andante" X-Original-Message-ID: <93jl49$q8u$1@slb7.atl.mindspring.net> X-Server-Date: 11 Jan 2001 06:50:49 GMT X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V4.72.2106.4 Subject: {ASSM} DEE'S TAO-Bk2Ch3-ANATOMICALLY CHALLANGED MASOCHIST-Con,F/F,hum,public,anal tor Date: Sun, 14 Jan 2001 10:10:03 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, RuiJorge 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 Book Two, Chapter3 Slut in A Wheelchair Dee with broken shoe in hand, began leaking pee down her crossed over legs ten minutes after the poor groaning and shuttering creature in the special chair(Miss Rene Crutene') was quickly assigned a preparation room. The urgency was due to a particularly violent seizure that had prompted the alarmed and noticeably angry patients to insist that she be seen right away. The seizure, in concert with the cacophony of strident sounds from the chair's bottom hell, was so severe that blood from the now partially torn root of her vastly stretched tongue mixed with the thick, greenish vomit that spewed out and past her massively enlarged, rubber-sheet, covered stomach. The rancid, bile- diluted concoction looked and smelled horrible as it oozed towards Dee's bladder induced dancing feet. Dee blanched at the sight but quickly focused on her own malaise as soon as the woman was wheeled out by her only slightly concerned attendant. Dee began to shuffle in small tip toed steps towards the scowling receptionist. Drops of piss could be seen running around her ankles. "You may not leave that area of the room Miss Winston. You are just too filthy and smelly at the moment. Just stay there until you are called", the haughty hair-in a-bun, bitch contemptuously noted for all to hear. "Please Miss, I can hold it no longer" Dee pleaded in a whiney, desperate voice. "What is it you are saying Miss Winston?" came the snide reply. ". I, I. I, am starting to, to, l.. leee.leak ma'am. I have, have, to, t. to urinate now. Please let me go to the rest room immediately. I am so embarrassed and these poor people are also, I'm sure." Dee began weeping as her humiliation increased. "Jesus, let the poor bitch go" shouted the skinny, pale faced, woman waiting closest to Dee. She smells like a Manhattan garbage scow and looks too ridiculous to be tolerated. Damn woman, how could you get yourself in a mess"? "I suppose you may be right Mrs. Stephens" the once rude, very hairy -armed, employee replied sweetly to the wife of a CEO who was worth three billion dollars. "We do apologize for the disruption Miss Winston has caused". "Miss Winston please go immediacy to room eight down the hall. Miss Crutene' is there also, so please do not cause a disturbance. You will strip and use the flask located on the table to give us a specimen. Do not fill it more than half way. Go now!" Dee surged forward with a quick and blessed. "Oh! Thank you so much Miss" to theskinny woman. "Fuck you, you monkey-toed, slovenly, cum bucket" Mrs. Stephens muttered loud enough for most to hear. In her haste, Dee slipped in the congealing vomit and nearly fell to the floor. She regained her balance only at the expense of dropping all her paper work, her broken shoe and her gigantic sex-toy, filled bag. Nine sets of female lungs collectively expanded at the site of Dee -in profile to most- as she bent and squatted somewhat to recover her belongings. Her valentine-shaped ass jutted up and out massively beyond the tiny cinched in waist. Equally unbelievable, was the naked tit that swayed ponderously as its freakish nipple brushed the floor. Dee stood quickly, not even bothering to cover herself as the desperate journey towards Preparation Room eight continued. A heavy surge of piss ran down her inner right leg, partially dissolving a thick, wad of vaginal venom that had congealed on the elevator. Green vomit and hot piss slathered between her squelching, long, bending toes. Her jumping and jutting ass disappeared down the hall. The site that greeted Dee as she quickly entered the room caused her to piss on herself full strength for several seconds and to again, drop all of her belongings. The door slammed in loud response to her unconscious, violent, backward, arm thrust. She cried out at the sight of a situation even her extremely perverted mind could never have imagined. "Keep your cock sucking mouth shut and do not interfere" snarled the attendant with Renee. "You understand cow slut?" Now standing in an increasingly expanding pool of her own pee and dissolved cunt cream, Dee nodded silently as she witnessed Rene -with head harness and dental appliance still attached- attempting to stand up away from the large motorized chair. She was gallantly attempting to remove a hideously wide, clear, plastic shaft from her impossibly gapped ass hole. The shaft was firmly attached to the seat of the chair with removable brass studs. Over ten inches of the torturous pole was evident now that the back of the chair was removed. A thick, tar like bubbling mass could be seen flowing up through the shaft as Rene continued to attempt to extricate herself from it. It was bulb shaped and the thickest diameter had yet to be exposed. Thus, the more she stood, the more her anus widened. Rene bellowed and screamed in loud animal like snorts, and screeches. Rene's situation was uniquely and horribly compounded by the massive size and weight of her ungodly distended abdomen which was still receiving a voluminous quantity of hot, thick, clay and tar which was diluted with liquefied cloves, castor oil and fiery pepper concentrates. Her stomach was so swollen that it bloated beyond her ability to join hands at the inverted navel, which was the size of a D cell battery. So full was her guts with the peanut butter- thick, spicy, mud that their curvaceous convolutions could be traced in relief all across the too thin, awfully stretched surface of skin. Her abdominal muscles strained and became spastic in their attempt to keep the internal dam from rupturing. Her belly now hung on her wide -splayed, thighs as she lifted another agonizing inch off the hollow gut-feeding shaft. Her eyes bulged as never before and a complete sheen of sweat poured downward. Fingers clawed small bloody furrows in the two foot, elongated, pendulous tits that hung and flopped off the sides of her massive abdomen. Another inch off the shaft was accomplished in concert with a deep internal rumbling of gut gas that had no means of escape. And still, the widest portion in the middle of the shaft was not evident. Renee gagged and slobbered more green slime. Inhuman guttural sounds spewed past her maxed out elongated bleeding tongue. Her mouth was gapped so wide by the torturous head and dental apparatus, that a large fist could have been inserted. The width of the bulb shaped shaft was now so horrible that further lifting began to result in an inversion of her lower colon as well as her rupturing anus. "That's my girl" encouraged the attendant in white. Come on you fucking enema-loving slut. You wished for a new record of inversion and quantity and I think you may succeed. " "Garrr.bubbberrr..ubbblllurrr.eeeeee..ghaaaa" Rene gagged and sputtered with a totally incomprehensible and pleading throat utterance. Her eyes were so blood-shot, over worked and beseeching in horror that they suggested almost totally insanity. Still she gagged and pulled, finally attaining the widest six and one half -inch portion of the still feeding shaft. Fourteen inches were now exposed . "Bingo, bitch!" shouted the attendant. Rene screeched and stopped as if to savor the moment of maximum attainment and utter fulfillment. Another quart of hot clay expanded her belly an additional inch. A plethora of blue veins patterned the tight, shiny, gut corrugated surface. Dee's cunt jerked inwardly in erotic response to the site of Rene's gigantically inverted, bulging gut. It was an impossible sight. Filled with at least two quarts of stinking mud, the exposed gut and bleeding anus hung over a foot outside the wide crease of Renee's medium sized ass. The agonized slut was so needful of the horrible treatment however, that she rose off the widest portion of the bulb in order that even more mud might be pumped into the relieved small space. An audible "Splurt" was heard as yet another pint was injected into what Dee supposed had to be the worlds most capacious intestines. The gut bag of hot mud hung down an additional two inches. It was so stuffed that it was about four inches wide as it exited Rene's well used but ruptured ass hole and as rounded as a football below. The attendant quickly attached a spring-loaded clamp to the open end of the prolapsed gut as Rene rose off the eighteen-inch plastic monster. The agonizing force of the steaming, muddy clay/tar that spurted from the ten gallon reservoir in the enclosed bottom of the motorized chair was evident, as several ejaculations cascaded over a foot in the air before the attendant could shut off the pump motor. Dee's rabid cunt began churning. Unbeknownst to her, Rene, though pained as never before in her six tortuous years as an enema slave, was ecstatic that she had perhaps yet again, exceeded her previous intestinal capacity. Dee's knowing eye did perceive a scintillating flash of pride and erotic response in Rene's horrible grimace. After all, the goatish bitch only lived to have her guts expanded so as to accommodate the vile concoctions of her owner. Now, if only she could shit the hardening mass out in one long, massive turd as ordered. Then it could be weighed and measured to confirm her new record. If successful, she would be allowed a night of personal attention by her most maliciousness Owner "Do not fall to your knees Rene" the attendant scowled with malice. "Move your bloated gut to the evacuation room. You know the drill." "Ghagggggurrrrreeee, ackkkk, blithhhhhh." Rene yodeled in agony and new found fear. She indeed knew the drill. She would be beaten with a thin, leather handled, wispy, single barbed, wire over her super-elongated, completely pendulous tits, back and ass for the entire two hours. Worse was the pounding her massively hanging prolapsed gut would have to endure from a thin wooded dowel. She would then be ordered to her bloody posterior and made to shit out the firmly impacted mass. Worse, she would be required to scuttled backward with widely spread legs and pushing feet so as to lay out the horrific tube in one continuous display and measurement. This would take hours, if indeed successful. If not, the mass would be softened with quarts of extremely hot, horse liniment and raw lye soap and re-injected back into her already seared intestines. She would then be plugged and made to crawl on her back and massive belly for two days in the lower, filthy echelons of the horror manor that was her home. After 48 hours, she would be allowed to evacuate the foul mess in a wooden enclosed slave privy. There, with only her nose plugged with a life-support plastic air nozzle, and loaded with massive injections of antibiotics, she would spend three days, completely submerged, with all ten pierced finger tips chained behind her back to miniature toe tip connectors. As Rene turned and waddled out of the room, Dee began oozing as she noted the lewd and very loose prolapsed bag swinging wildly between the extremely bowed legs. She did not note the small dribble of cunt concoction contributed by Rene to the front portion of the exposed gut. As quickly and as assuredly as a foot fetish frequents the supermarkets on a Summertime Saturday, Dee became increasingly horny at the site of Rene. No less than the earth/sun orientation of a lunar eclipse, the vision of elongated, sausage tits rebounding off the sweaty belly and inside-out intestines slapping the back of thighs, also aligned itself to her perverse preference for the impossible dank dirty deeds of BDSM. Her debauched anal-freak, best friend Annie had often rambled about how she planned one day to turn her colon inside out from frequent, massive, but controlled abuse. However, to date all she had attained was a tennis- ball sized hemorrhoid which often poked outside the edges of her nicely rounded but slight ass cheeks. Quickly removing her soggy ruined skirt and no-button, worthless blouse, Dee, with Annie still in her carnal thoughts, retrieved the thumb-sized catheter she always carried in a special side compartment of her oversized bag. It was significantly larger than the largest made for the medical profession. Her mother custom made a dozen of increasing size out of the necessity of accommodating Dee's grossly large urethra and the fact that Dee was often required to wear a variety of customized, unremovable chastity devices, most of which had a hole just large enough for insertion of a catheter. Over time, her urethra had stretched to the degree that she was now down to the largest her mother had made nine years ago. It was as long and thick as her index finger. Smearing it with a slick antibiotic, she easily inserted it through the slit in the Bra/harness and into her nearly full bladder. With a sigh of relief, she quickly emptied six ounces of urine into the specimen bottle. Her naked, right breast swayed and slammed heavily into her hip and torso as she walked slowly to the table to return the bottle. A small spurt of lactate wet the floor as she leaned against the table to settle her tossing sacs and waxing erotic thoughts. The hedonist image was a frequent rerun about how her genius, ever prurient friend, would orgasm several times in the course of gulping just one bladder load of Dee's piss directly into her mouth, until her cheeks bloated like a voracious chipmunks, before swallowing the warm, sour nectar greedily and taking the next load directly into her gargling throat. Dee smiled in contentment and quickly dribbled a few emotional, love-charged tears. She sowed her daily acknowledgement and tribute to her universal broker for her fortune in having such an emotional and psychologically, strong, totally committed and extremely capable friend. She adored Annie, a feeling that was abundantly shared by her over- achieving, fecal imbuing, slutty and saintly friend. Dee, never ceased to be amazed at Annie's ability to grease through high school -as the class valedictorian no less- with little or no need to study more than a few hours a week, secure a degree in medicine in seven years, complete her residency and qualify to hang her shingle in proctology ( as much a surprise to Dee as a pin in the nipple-induced clit swelling). Forgetful of the need to get out of the torture bra/harness, Dee reached under her fifty pounds of mammary with both arms, creating a compressed, uneven, twenty- inch cleavage in the process. With much practiced aim, she grabbed each hairy, slippery, very thick, outer cunt lip and tugged them in a variety of elasticized directions. It was intentionally painful because each had already been mashed out in a dangerous compression by the six inch wide crotch strap of the garment. She had, once again, entered another ribald reverie. The ruby red nipples, which were about the size and recumbence of a mature male penis, began to stiffen. Her breathing quickened as she recalled the raunchy first meeting she had with Annie a week before her near death ordeal with her mother. It occurred on a warm, summer day after school. ------- ASSM Moderation System Notice-------- This post has been reformatted by the ASSM Moderation Team due to inadequate formatting. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+