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Subject: {ASSM} (DEE'S TAO-BK2,Ch.8 (BDSM,F/f, Con,humil, tit/cunt,size,denial)
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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 consensual, heavy
bdsm/torture/humiliation and other sexual situations. If you are a
minor, or are offended by such material, please read your local
newspaper or watch your favorite TV news program, to witness the REAL
horrors/victims of the world. Do not scroll down and read this purely
fictional story.
  And by all means, never, ever, engage in any activity with a
non-consenting sane or insane person, be it a pat on the butt, or a
cropping. Moreover, please do not let this material fall into the
hands of minors. Comments most certainly welcome at
pablo_dee@Yahoo.com


                             DEE"S TAO
			     Book Two-Chapter Eight
          Opportunity For Shit Maggot Status and Fluid Flood


   Dee, sobbing, head down, and oozing tits dragging the floor,
crawled on hands and knees towards the center of the room. She gasped
loudly as several short, piercing cramps crawled in and around her
cream filling cunt. She was literally becoming hotter and much
thirstier. Now even her tongue began to swell. Her feet, armpits, tits
and even her wide, heavy swaying ass were sweating profusely as her
masochistic intensity increased. However, her Mom's extreme training
once-again began to pay off. She stiffened her resolve to do as
ordered and endure further, unfulfilled torment. Maybe if the doctor
did not touch her for awhile, she could recoup some of her
sensibilities and get home with some semblance of sanity. She could
attempt to address her need from there.
   Raising her head to see the exam-rack, Dee's teary eyes focused on
the second biggest shock of the day. She moaned a loud "Ohhhhhhhh,
merciful, mother of God, I am saved." Her pussy convulsed violently
and instantly filled with four additional ounces of dammed slot-snot.
She cramped in ecstasy. Three feet away, close to the rack, were the
stiletto-heeled, bare feet of her Goddess Rhea Bouvior. This time the
open-toed heels were an incredible six inches high and held only by a
tight, small strap around each shapely big toe and narrow ankle.
Almost all of her weight was being born by the extremely long, angular
toes. They spread wide in a variegated pattern of angles and curves
far beyond the bottom tip of the very abbreviated length of the thin
shoe sole, which gave only a half-inch of contact to the floor. The
balls of her feet and toes were bare to the floor. They were
ridiculous shoes that Rhea never wore for any length of time. She had
encased her narrow, vein prominent peds in them only to feed and
torment Dee's worse fire fueling fetish.
   It of course, worked, as naturally as a fox rubbing fur when he
fucks. Dee actually drooled as she temporally lost all control and
fast crawled to the beckoning, lotion-slick, exquisite extremities. 
  As she reached her targets, the ten digits began to wiggle and
contort as if to give permission to proceed with all manner of oral
attention. Dee had not even bothered to look up.  Her sordid lust-
sodden, cranial matter had absolved her of real world circumstances
and any degree of self-control. Her slightly swollen tongue flopped
almost four inches out of her mouth to hang and pant in immediate
readiness of taking the situation not in her hands, but in her wide
and ready mouth.        
Another erotic coal flared in her contracting vaginal spaces. Her eyes
rolled. Her swollen tongue only enabled her to slobber out a barely
distinguishable "Thanshssks Yoose Misshterish" as she lowered her head
towards Rhea's feet. 
  "STOP!" she heard Rhea command in a voice of ultimate authority.
Immediately, her head was jerked back so far by Doctor Kliene that she
began to choke. She was pulled to her feet face to face with Rhea. Dee
then noticed how imposing Rhea's body was. It was incased in a
metallic and plastic skirted affair that  compressed her watermelon
sized tits into a shapeless, flattened mass down to her upper thigh
and the sides of her very narrow hips. She wanted them out of the way
for this special examination. It was painful, but like the best of
Mistresses, she knew and willfully experienced much of what she
herself happily dished out. She glared at Dee.
  "First, it is not Mistress you total fucking, self-deluded,
cunt-brain. Hereafter, you will always call me Ma'am. Nothing else.
Mistress is a much earned permission. Second, you may well rest
assured that touching any part of me is proceeded with inhuman
suffering and toil. My slaves, which you are not, sometimes earn the
permission to suck a single drop of sweat off my calf, only after they
have endured a two hour beating and hot coal bath. Can you imagine
what a tongue over the toes would cost Miss needle-tits?"
   Dee was shaking in an even much greater degree of denial now that
Rhea was in her presence once again. She listened obediently as her
legs shook and her whole being began to let down an unprecedented
amount of internal and external fluids. She was now very flush with a
temperature of almost 102F. Sweat poured off of her. The lust and lack
of much needed liquid swelled her tongue further. It expanded an inch
beyond her lips and widened to begin spreading her lips to the side
and upward. Dried saliva and flecks of foam festooned her entire
mouth. A thick wad of it hung several inches off her tongue. She said
nothing, only groaning. Her breasts and nipples were also swelling
more. The obscene thick nipples were maxed out to almost six inches in
length. The milky substance dribbled almost constantly. She had never
seen her areola swollen so much. The ultimate puffies were almost nine
inches wide and impossible long, even on Dee's hormone demented sacs.
The deep red pebble and thick-veined convex mounds of areola flesh
literally hung off the massive bags. Her over-stretched, pinned labia
had long since dried out and were incrusted with a desiccated, thin
crust of cunt effusions.
  With a softer voice that took on a conversational tone, Rhea
informed Dee that "all is not lost my one of a kind, seedy, sick,
bitch-patient. You see, I am also a Doctor. Doctor Kliene is my numero
uno associate. We are absolutely the best at what we do. And what we
do is take SPECIAL care of poor masochistic females and occasional
males, like you. My specialty is internal medicine, its associated
surgery and plastic surgery. Dr Kline is a specialist in hormone
imbalances, and neurology. No one excels her in neuro-surgery. She can
stretch and fine tune an exposed nerve as well as a champion
fly-fisherman works the taunt line of a pissed trout. Better yet, we
both know and deal with- pardon the unintended pun- the cutting edge
of pain management.  You see Miss Winston, we can keep one on the edge
of insanity but well alive while cutting out a few lower ribs to
radically reduce a waist. Or, to surgically remove limbs, skin,
organs, or T&A in sections, over a period of months, even years. We do
a lot of  
fucking around Miss Winston. We are the ultimate Tops who take care of
the very extreme, unrestrained needs of our highly selected bottom
dwellers. We take extreme-lovely word- pleasure in doing so; serious
pleasure to be sure, but also with humor, our humor that is," she
announced with a slight grin.  
   But! There is more good news. You quite frankly, possess a natural
physical excess beyond anything we have experienced. Hell girl, a run
of the mill endocrinologist could produce volumes of research on you
and walk away with a Nobel prize, no doubt.  Note, I said natural
excess. We can and have preformed even more extreme body modifications
on much lesser anatomical wonder-sluts than you. You dear heart,
already have so much more to work with, ney, play with. Moreover, your
psychology seems to be on the very  extreme end of the of abnormal
behavior spectrum. Your pleading sincerity, vocal desperation, varying
skin hues, and most especially those most sincere hazel eyes, bespeak
your need and truthfulness." 
   Dee's breathing became heavier and more labored. Her fever
increased with her anticipation. She shed a small, quickly drying tear
at what her ears absorbed and what she anticipated would be said.
   Such is the minimum we expect of anyone who requires our time and
initial attention. We take application so to speak, only from the most
sincere, guiltless, unrepentive, masochistic, pain-sluts. Only those
who need and accept a life change from a occasional hell on earth to
the deepest, unimaginable and oppressive pain and indignity Lucifer
could devise, get to the door. You have knocked in your own,
inevitable, self-centered, illusionary manner. The door is now open.
Entering gives you lowest, helotry status; worse off than that of a
dog, shit maggot, but a denizen none-the -less, of our very private,
real hell on earth. Most of those bitches die before rising in status
to slave of my needs and absolute, non-negotiable expectations. But,
to achieve shit-maggot status, you are required to complete with total
success, a six-month probationary period within your current social,
professional, everyday humdrum world. Be advised boob bitch, over half
of the cunt scarred gals who are allowed that task, either end up in
the back wards or rubber rooms of their state mental hospitals or do
some jail time for any number of public nuisance crimes. To gain
probationary status will depend entirely on the results of this oral,
physical and psychological exam. We in no way intend to piss around
with a real or potential victim Deanna." 
    Dee's feeble, shaky legs and obedient muteness failed her at the
mention of her given name. She now realized that she had achieved her
real life goal of being presented with the opportunity giving ultimate
effort to be a total, consummating servant and unquestioning slave to
her now real Dream Goddess. Now all her strength of character, body
and intellectual and spiritual resolve would have to be harvested
daily, even hourly she reasoned. All that her most loving mother had
prepared her for, now beckoned. I will not fail you ma'am" Dee uttered
in a choking, supplicant voice of unequivocal sincerity, as she
withered on the floor at Rea's close but untouched feet.
  Good start Deanna. To not fail me is as it should be. Now get up and
sit on the examination-rack. We will ascertain a history of your life
and medical condition. After that we will proceed with the physical
exam. I am sure you will be delighted to know it will be unrestrained,
extremely painful and very exhausting. You will be measured, scanned,
probed by hands, arms, and mechanical devices internally and
externally in a relaxed state then all over again at the peak of your
sexual intensity. You will be pumped and stretched beyond endurance to
determine your rupture quotient and expansion capabilities. Equally
important, a delightful variety of humiliation and emotional stress
tests will also be administered and your response judged and measured.
We intend to know and judge the entire you Deanna. Now sit please.
This will take several days.
   "Oh yes! You may as well know now, that we have no intention of
curing your condition. We only ascertain its history and current
course to insure it is not life threatening now or in the near future.
You will continue to grow in body and libido big bitch and we of
course will add to it as we wish."
   Dee blanched and even squeezed a small fart past the binding crotch
strap in response to the news and added pressure on her abdomen. But,
she kept quite as expected. By now she was becoming severely
dehydrated. The last hour's output of fluids were mostly a glutinous
mass in her almost fully attenuated vagina. The remaining retainer
clip on the bra-harness was just before giving way to her seven month
pregnant sized belly. Both doctors had noticed the change even in the
short period with her.
   "Except for your bloated belly, you have a wonderfully tuned body
Dee. Have you been eating too much gaseous foods?" Rhea commented.
"Poor dear. We will help you loose it fast" Even the experienced eyes
and knowledge of the domineering pair were ignorant of Dee's below the
belt horror. They assumed that she possessed self-created, long pussy
lips which would take on only a somewhat larger than normal state of
being once unpinned from her thighs.
   One thing is certain, you are extremely horny aren't you. You are
simply on fire it seems. Doctor Kliene just informed me that you need
help achieving an orgasm. You obviously have staved off cumming to the
point of not being able to help yourself. Do you think you can stand
our hands-on probes, caresses and palpation's without cumming Deanna?
I suspect so. That will only fire you up more won't it?" It is
tyrannical pain that can only serve you now I'll bet." Dee, with
tongue, tits and cunt still swelling, nodded with an expression of
deep shame, and intense suffering. 
  "Okay Deanna", Rhea ordered in a professional voice. "Take a seat on
the metal plate behind you and feel free to talk openly for the time
being. Drink all of this enriched fluid you wish. You are badly
dehydrated. I want you to converse with us as efficiently as possible.
Be candid, honest and focused. Also be strong and enduring as your
cunt fire will allow. You get no relief from that for now. I will
relieve your excessive gas however. You will receive more than enough
intense enlarging later. 
   First we have to remove this ridiculous garment. Where is the key
devise that unlocks the remaining retainer latch? Dee pointed to her
bag and averted her eyes in preparation of being further embarrassed
when Rhea and Doctor Kliene saw its contents. 
   Neither was surprised at the clamps and other minor torture
implements, nor even the shoes Dee possessed. They knew she was an
unabashed foot fetish. What was unexpected was the size of the four
inch thick, two-foot long , studded dildo that drooped heavily in
Rhea's hands. 
  "Well! Damn my soul for the seven-hundredth time," exclaimed Rhea.
You enjoy extreme stretching I see; not knowing that Dee could absorb
the instrument of joy with little required stretching. That is good to
know.
   Now, remove the garment. We want to make good progress for the rest
of the evening. Dr. Kliene adjusted the bars so that Dee was in a
comfortable seated, leaning position. Her legs were however restrained
to several bars at the ankle, just below and above the knees and at
mid-thigh by tight fitting metal bands. With knees bent so that the
calves compressed against her thighs, both legs were spread wide and
locked in place at an extreme angle to her heaving torso. Her feet and
constantly gyrating, long, silky toes were left temporarily unfretted.
The massive, swollen breasts slid heavily either side of her hips.
They had swollen so hugely that their current combined fifty-plus
pounds caused them to elongate into over 30 inches of tear-drop
shapped, swaying, even at times, undulating meat, far below the
examination seat. Elongated, thick, corrugated, dripping nipples
almost touched the floor. The hosts of deep, wide stretch marks once
again, split a micro-inch further. 
 Sex possessed winch that she was, Dee resolved to keep her eyes off
her curling, often overlapping toes and gyrating feet. She was
determined to show her strength and resolve not to so quickly give way
to her sexual craving. She was still lucid enough to know that things
were just beginning. Rhea would likely hold her in real contempt if
she tossed her last tiny bit of control down the room drain along with
her damned up cunt fluids. " I will absolutely allow myself to die
before I disappoint her" Dee pledged to herself as she attempted to
undo the last crotch-strap retainer with very shaky hands. 
   As Dee struggled to insert the retainer key, Rhea noticed a small,
strong spurt of fluid escape between the junction of the crotch strap
and Dee's hairy, inner thigh. The extreme degree of her wide spread
legs made this possible, as the pressure of her cunt juices continued
to build. Three more short, thin spurts, resembling snail trails,
bathed the inside of Dee's legs. 
   Though hardly believing it, Rhea instantly realized what was
happening. 
   "Stop! Slime freak," she demanded of Dee.
   "Ye..ye..yes ma'ma" Dee stuttered in her sex-hungry haze. 
   "You have no gas problem do you? Your swelling is the result of
damned up cunt slime and swollen vulva and internal organs isn't it?"
Rhea intoned in a professional manner.
   "Oh! oh! arrggg, Yes..yes ma'am. I, I think so. I know I...I build
up pussy juices when I get so hot that I can no longer bring myself
off. It gets thicker the longer I go without cumming. But, but it has
never been this bad since I was 18 years old. Urrrrrghhhh! Jesus
almighty." Dee responded to another intense cramp as she recalled the
horrible six weeks of orgasm denial administered by her mother as a
punishment. It was the most pain-intense, emotionally depraved six
weeks of her life. And, my pussy does swell and cramp. Even my breasts
and tongue become bloated. I can feel things changing inside me also,
but I am not sure what it is."
   "Go ahead and remove the silly-assed garment Dee and let's get a
good look at your impossible cunt." Saying this, Rhea removed all of
the pins from Dee's thigh-pinned, outer pussy lips. She wanted to see
all of Dee in her natural state. 
  Dee gritted her teeth, settled a bit, and inserted the retainer key.
It required only a quarter turn to release the retainer from its mated
loop. The crotch strap flew downward with a powerful force, slamming
into the support post of Dee's metal seat. The bra-harness hit the
floor at Rhea and Dr Kliene's feet so fast and hard, that both jumped
back instinctively. 
  Both gasped in awe and in concert, to Dee's pitiful wails. The
instant release of pressure enabled an equally instant escape of Dee's
freak clit, which had been trapped to a little better than half
erection by the crotch strap while inserted in Dee's cunt. Following
immediately, were her also entombed inner cunt flaps, both of which
had become very swollen during Dee's so very challenging day's events.

   The entire rabid scene between Dee's quivering thighs, was almost
frightful to both the professional and debauched experiences of both
doctors. The clit raged out and downward in a bow-shaped arc, peeling
back the excessively long and thick, greasy hood from the very
bulbous, cleft head. The long, convoluted inner lips dropped further
below the widespread outer lips as the hood they were attached to,
continued to peel back toward the inside of Dee's extremely
wide-splayed, slick, hairless, sticky inner vulva. The dick-clit began
straightening and rising upward as it gained heretofore, unknown
length and breath. Hyper-elongated inner lips flopped and danced as
gouts of damned up cunt cream spewed out. Dee's intensely strong
vaginal contractions literally spurted the slippery, foul mess up and
outward over two feet, in a geyser-like fountain. The initial 2-3
second spurts were thin and almost watery due to being the most recent
produced by her sick cunt. They became thicker with each successive
ejaculation. Her vaginal opening also expanded in order to eject the
thicker volumes. 
   After half a minute, the fluids that had been damned up the
longest, had become almost mayonnaise-like in viscosity. Her cunt hole
was over three inches wide as it farted out greater masses of the
mess. Now it fell out in heavy thick clumps-the same viscid, earthy
smelling clumps collected by her mother seven years earlier during the
orgasm denial event and fed to her as a reward for her suffering.
Cottage cheese like clumps now fell out in a small heap on the floor,
surrounded by the gummy, first vaginal vomits. Then suddenly, the
saturated towels slopped out like two giant, gooey slugs, landing in a
loud, "SPLUT" in the middle of the hot liquefied heap. Dr Kliene
closed the drain before any of the sludge could escape. She needed a
full measure and analysis of the foul mess. A head to foot, red
latex-sheathed attendant on hands and knees, was summoned to collect
and deliver every drop to the next door lab.
  During the entire three minute regurgitation process, Dee bucked,
wailed and tore small scratch marks in her dangling, jerking tits. The
burning intensity of the ejaculation demanded it. Such was always the
case when orgasm denial occurred. The longer the denial, the worse the
cramps, vaginal contractions and intense burning sensation through out
her entire lower abdomen. It was a small feast of pain which she
swallowed eagerly, slut-glutton that she was. It both nourished, and
flogged her libido with greater intensity. 
   "Ghaaaaaaaahhh...urrrrrghhh", it hurts, it hurts, she croaked.
"Ahhhh...ahh."
    However, the internal pressure was now somewhat lessened even
though some internal compaction and stenosis still existed. Some of
her unseen innards were still bloated. Her cunt still yawned
obscenely. Her oversized catheter with attached tube, danced widely in
concert with her wet, slimy clit which jerked ever upward to its
greatest rigidity and size to date. It had to, after the day's events,
this newest pain, and most certainly, by virtue of being witnessed,
and soon to be attended to by Dee's now for real, Goddess Rhea. Dee
was in figurative Heaven and hell.
   Rhea and Dr Kliene were still somewhat awe struck by the
incredulous appearance and outpourings of this one of a kind
anatomically "naturally modified" woman. "My God woman" Rhea chortled
in rare amazement. "I rarely am given to alteration, but that is one
vulgar, vile, vulva you have there Ms Slimy Slut" "Oh! Slimy will be
your name until further notice. Appropriate to be sure. You do agree
don't you Slimy? It's a fucking miracle you did not dry up and wither
away from dehydration. There must be no less than three or four liters
of the mess Bitch Molly is collecting. You are indeed a strong, one of
a kind woman, Slimy. 
   "Yes ma'am" Dee replied in a reasonably secure voice. It was worse
only once before when Mama took care of me. But my clit! Oh Jesus, it
has never been so huge, even after growing an inch this last six
months. It is you Ma'am, You give it inspiration and anticipation",
Dee declared in an attempt to be ingratiating and true.
  "I am sure that is correct" Rhea declared, as the hood was pulled
back as far as possible to reveal the 10 inch jerking monster as it
flung off thick droplets of Dee,s cunt offal. It was at least two
inches thick. "But what the hell, despite how hypo-inflated your
fleshy fixtures are, we may as well enhance them further and flaunt
them to the world." 
   "Oh God Ma'am! You mean that my tits and cunt will grow larger and
my juices will become more voluminous? How will I function? My bags
are so heavy now, my back begins to hurt after several hours on my
feet and I seem to leak most of the time as it is. I am almost always
hot and horny. My work is beginning to suffer because I have to take
as much as ten or fifteen minutes to masturbate to a semblance of
temporary satisfaction. Worse, I have to do it four or five times
while at work and five or six times during the rest of the day. And
the orgasms are becoming more intense over time. I have to gag myself
with that three- inch thick penis gag and wide leather mask to mute my
screams in the restroom. Even then I am sure the weakened screeches
would be heard if someone were close by. Please Ma'am, I will do your
will but must others witness my worsening condition? It truly is so
humiliating. It is so mortifying as it is to be seen like this. Can I
not be your personal body freak to torment as you wish." Dee began
crying as the vision of herself developed in her sordid mind. 
   "Had I not given you permission to be candid and to speak easy, I
would rip your cunt out and shove it up your narrow little ass hole
right now Slimy. We have been through this downstairs. I will not
tolerate your self-deceit again. I understand more than you can
imagine about how degrading and frightful public exposure is for you.
But, we both know what the yang is to that yin. It pumps and fires
your masochism and body parts and juices up. Now stop whining about
it. You know nothing of public humiliation. Just you wait a short
spell. Two days in fact. Then you will begin to experience how
maddening and exciting real humiliation can be. Now, begin with your
life history, especially reflecting on your anatomical evolution and
sexuality, inclusive of your fetishes and masochism. 
   Dee, with clit raging, cunt beginning to drool again, began to
relate her life story to the two malevolent doctors. She was allowed
and instructed once again to be candid in all respects without fear of
reprisal. She was also allowed all the liquid replenishment she
wished. Her hands were unbound. Only her legs were secured to the
examination rack.

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