Message-ID: <32613asstr$1001218203@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: pablo_dee@Yahoo.com (Pablo) X-Original-Message-ID: <3bad4813.48097536@news.wlfdle1.on.wave.home.com> NNTP-Posting-Date: Sat, 22 Sep 2001 19:26:48 PDT X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Sun, 23 Sep 2001 02:26:48 GMT Subject: {ASSM} (DEE'S TAO-BK2,Ch.9 (BDSM,F/f, Con,humil, tit/cunt,size,denial) Date: Sun, 23 Sep 2001 00:10:03 -0400 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: hecate, gill-bates 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 NINE Fun On The Farm and an Evolving Clit Dee, with clit raging and thick drollops of cunt roux splattering the floor intermittently, 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 unbound hands were usually clawing the air, clenched tight or raking her areola and squeezing her rigid, cock sized leaking nipples. The latter were almost at arms length due to the extreme weighty stretch of her sweat-slick bags which drooped far below her seated torso. Only her very wide-spread legs were secured to the examination rack. Thus, for the next several hours, Dee, albeit with frequent cunt spasms, Dee enunciated a sometimes halting, sometimes vivid and animated account of her life. There were many periods of questions and answers between Dee and the still somewhat awed domitricks. She quickly impressed them with her innate intelligence, sincerity and strength of purpose. She provided clear and insightful accounts of her mother, Annie, and other associates. Professional and private details were brushed from her barely dusty memory. She noted her unique abilities as a better than average contortionist, her physical strength and almost unlimited pain tolerance. Though never metaphorical when speaking, she insisted on accounting for her strong spiritual leanings as well as her sluttish and masochistic necessity. "You realize that I can quickly have you renouncing your savior while on the rack don't you Slimy Slut," retorted Rhea, in response to Dee's spiritual invective. Dee, quickly and with clarity, noted that what emerged from her mouth had much less heavenly consequences than what resided in her heart and her spiritual outflow. "Dearest ma'am, quite simply, our universal creator is not stupid. He possesses omnipotent understanding." "Of course Slimy," Rhea, responded with a smile. "Now tell me more of your wonderful mother and high school experiences. What in fact was your worse moments of agony after you and your wonderful mother's mutual awaking at the doctors office and in the barn that happy day nine years ago?" Sitting between Dee's widespread legs, both doctors noted a wider arching jerk of Dee's' horrid clit, as she, often gasping, began to relate the reason for her six week orgasm denial. Her cunt began to ooze almost constantly. She drank often. It had been a little over a year in Dee's extremely servile and severe life with Mama after the barn awaking. She had in the interim, befriended Annie and was allowed that one close friendship as promised by her mother. Mom knew about every aspect of Annie and Dee's perverted but truly, loving relationship. It mattered not, so long as Dee obeyed implicitly. It was late summer and though subjected to a very regimented, painful and humiliating slavery, Dee was occasionally given periods of time alone with Annie, if all expectations were met without an iota of failure. Dee had quickly learned in often pitiful, horrendous ways, that this was no game. She was not normal and was adjusting to that as realistically as possible. She did so, not just to gain rare, fleeting moments of reward, but with profound sincerity, to please her Mama, who also loved her daughter dearly. Dee quickly squirmed nude from under the front porch at Annie's eager horn honks. The dry, dusty, loamy, dirt under the two-foot high, wooden, porch was her bed, couch, and toilet during the spring, summer and cold early winter months. That is, unless bound in some manner in the house or elsewhere on the very private property. Often she was made to homestead with Bob their 300 pound hog, simply nuzzling up close to him in the open, fetid pen and attempting some sort of often, much needed rest. Bob liked Dee. She was a great daily waitress. The fact that she was made to stand bent over while he consumed his 15 pound bucket of stinking slop, which hung from her stretched and distended tits by a hemp rope, was of zilch concern to him. Nor was his grunting and farting a sign of concern that she was also often wrapped in 50 pounds of logging chain, ten pounds of which, was crammed up her as usually, wet cunt. He did however, often knock her flat on her back when she kneeled to consume her small portion at the bottom of the bucket. This was followed by a lot of butting and pushing of Dee around the rancid, muddy pen. Thus, even though she usually got nothing, she was thankful that he was tame enough not to bite or become brutal. Whimpering, with chains and bucket still adorning her muck-covered body she would crawl -as instructed- back to her dirt palace under the porch. Loud, fitful, empty-stomach, rumblings were her lullaby to an exhaustion-induced sleep. Bed time was at midnight. She was made to sleep with a rounded, hard vibrating, three-inch mechanical, wind-up alarm deep in her viscid cunt. It was always set for 5:00 Am. At five after five, she was to be on the porch with ass high in the air and tits flopped out over the porch steps. There, she received a wake-up ten wacks with a six-inch wide board, five from a leather strap and three from the heavy hickory cane. The morning beating hurt terribly but did prime her for day's chores, which were usually lung bursting and heart-pounding rough and exhausting. More often than not, her massive tits, ass, even feet or cunt would be bound up in some severe manner as she struggled to hand-carry very heavy stones, lumber, sacks of dirt, to dig trenches or hoe endless rows in the one acre vegetable garden. She was also often made pull a small plough ahead of her whip-welding mother. This was especially agonizing and strenuous. The harness affair was designed by Annie to require that her long stretched over-the-shoulder tits do a portion of the pulling. Another strap with a clit hole forced a tremendous amount of weight against her compressed cunt. This further forced her clit to expand outward. Worst, she was often made to jerk and maul her clit while laboriously pulling the plow. If the vigor of this masturbation waned even a bit, she received a stripe across her undulating ass, quivering back or shoulders or worst of all, intensely across her bloated and strained bags. These episodes in the hot dusty fields illustrated the incredible physical strength and endurance Dee possessed. It also described and molded a vivid truthfulness of her masochism. For, as she toiled almost impossibly in a hard pulling, crouched, leg quivering position, dripping in muddy sweat, her ever- responsive clit would display more often than not, a rigid response to Dee's condition. So, despite the daily pains and exhaustion, her cunt usually managed to drip often and her clit would display a vibrating rigidity at least half of the day. Amazingly, she could and did often masturbate and eat herself out to at least half a dozen or more orgasms a day while in the hot fields, under the porch or even in the pen with Bob. She was indeed a certifiable pain-slut. Her first meal of the day at noon, was always in the form of an almost solid, large lump of raw vegetables,fruit, meat grease, curdled milk and vitamin and mineral capsules. She was allowed to thin it down with her second of only three pisses in a day all of which were deposited in her mouth. She did not enjoy piss drinking but obeyed implicitly not to let a drop escape her wide mouth. The food-mush was deposited deep in her viscid cunt while on her back with legs behind her head. Then, with tits forced far off her sides, she would contort herself with face in cunt and suck the mess to her hungry mouth with loud snorts and vaginal farts. It would have shamed Bob the hog. She was never allowed to wear anything when at home, unless it happened to be bondage. Her water came from a large metal tub next to the steps. It was filled from the well and shared with the yard- animals, which included geese, a few nasty brush goats, dogs, night raiding raccoons and a contingent of cautious, feral cats. No blankets were allowed. Often she would be thrust up in some contorted position for the entire night. Bathing was allowed once a week in the same tub she drank from. She was on bathing night, allowed in the house under mama's bed after the nightly ritual of torment and humiliation. "HONK! HONK! HONK! The well used 1973, Ford horn bleated, ordering Dee, to hasten. She looked a fright with five days of dirt/sweat mud, pig piss, chicken, dog, and cat crud, which matted her from crusted, stringy-hair to jam-crammed, long toes. But she was happy as a mother cat feeling the gentle but insistent pushing paws of hungry babies. Her Mom had stopped her at the steps and attached a nylon, rope bra to each tit. Dee was usually allowed nylon in public. A well-worn burlap, corn meal sack- that dropped to mid-thigh- was placed over the flopping monstrosities. After all she was going out in public. The rope bra simply constricted her sacs from base to mid-way, causing them to stand up slightly and bloat tremendously. The huge, almost constantly, erect nipples, pushed the thick burlap out over four inches. Before allowing her to get in the car, she warned Dee not to use her mouth for anything but talking. Dee slumped and pleaded with her bright hazel orbs, for a reversal in the order. ' No! you cruddy bitch" retorted Mama. While saying this she held up one finger. Dee began to whimper. It meant that she was allowed only one orgasm while with Annie. Mama had full knowledge of the relationship by way of many conversations with the girls and witnessing a few episodes. The latter were a complete humiliation to Dee. Annie loved every nano-second of those scenes. "Be damn happy I did not show you a zero, you ungrateful gob of goose shit, mom snorted." And know for sure that your non-verbal resistance will earn you some extra attention tonight." Dee, though now slouching towards the car in apparent disappointment, felt her helpless clit began to stiffen. It was so huge that the burlap dress began to tent outward a bit. Annie was elated to be with Dee even if for only an hour and a half. She would maximize every minute. She was so horny that even her usually dry, hairless pussy was moist. Her family had demanded her presence on a two-week vacation in the Finger Lakes region of New York. Scant opportunity had been available to indulge her demented sexual needs. She had only managed a few quick fist fucks in her ass and feared gobbling her shit while in such close, constant contact with them. It was much easier to mask the smell around home and school, using large quantities of hidden mouth wash and pink stomach bismuth which prevented burping and farting. She had to be content with once a day piss drinking during her daily bath while on vacation. Her truly quivering anus and enlarged gut were on fire with need. Her appetite for any kind of sickening crud, needed immediate resolve. And there sat shit, piss, sweat, and pussy juice, covered Deanna, her love and passion, with clit obviously hard, and also in need. "God almighty Deanna, I have missed you. I'm so hot, a bag of crowbars would melt in my ass. I have a new idea I want to try. Oh! You look kind of down even though your clit is up. Why?" "Oh Annie! please kiss me and squeeze my nipple hard. That will make me fell better. Annie gladly kissed her hard, as Dee leaned in front of her briefly. She nourished every molecule of Dee's bad breath as she squeezed the elongated tube of nipple meat of her left tit as hard as she could, twisting and grinding the harsh burlap into it. Dee smiled and arched her back in response to the slight pain given by her lover and friend. She began twisting and subjecting her ever-hardening cunt root to the same burlap caress as her nipple was experiencing. Her much greater strength produced many gasps and grunts. Both ground away for several minutes, Dee now with both hands and Annie with one, as she watched the road. "Ahhhhhhhh, that feels so God-awful good." Groaned Dee. "God help me though Annie. Mama ordered only one cum." "Oh shit Dee, you'll use that one up ten seconds after you cram that freaky clit up my ass," exclaimed Annie in deflated disappointment. I by God, intend to be ravished by that impossible monster until even my ass gets sore. Your going to either exert tremendous resolve not to cum more than once or ignore her." Dee's whole body stiffened. "That would be suicide Anne!," she shouted in fear. "You are going to do what the fuck I say Deanna. My ass is on fire and I have been more than a total friend to you this past year. Just shut the fuck up and take that pitiful sack dress off. Handle your mother as you will. Dee's daring-do orders from Annie and her rising fear only enabled the dick-clit to expand further. It emerged from between the impossible clevage of her tightly bound tits, which rested on her lap and either side of her quivering legs. "Give me a fucking break Dee, just how damn huge can that obscene thing get. Cripes it is bigger than I have ever seen it and still growing. Your afraid aren't you? Your afraid of what your insane mom will do if you disobey her. And, she will sure as hell know, won't she? Well I'll do us both a favor you fucking enigma. You're the God damn eighth wonder of the world and I have you all to myself for the next hour and a half. I want that clit-dick so huge it will rupture even me." Genius that she was, Annie began injecting fear into her anatomical prodigy with her ever-sharp, syringe of a mouth. Such would bloat both Dee's masochistic libido and her giant clit, which Annie wanted as huge as possible. "Not only am I going to make you cum endlessly, I'm going to take you home late." Dee groaned, "Noooo, please Annie, she'll nearly kill me. That is too horrible to imagine. Pleaseeee, nooo!" "Stop whining Deanna. You'll love every minute of her horror. Too much to imagine you say? Shit girl, there is no depravity you have not imagined. Hell, you were begging me to set your nipples on fire last month. Let her do her worst, you'll cum your brains right out of your donkey dick, sucking mouth." Now here, stroke that thing with this sheet of sand paper. We are almost at our spot and I want it hurting and super sensitive." Dee gave up and did as ordered, and none to gently either. She was on fire herself as the car bumped down the old logging road toward their secret spot. "Yeah Deanna, she'll be damned pissed when you show up an hour late,with your tits full of splinters, bleeding clit, and your cunt stuffed with sharp pine cones, sweet gum burrs and nettles. I know she will be livid with me, but I do want to see her face and witness what happens when you get home. Oh my! Your blanching a lighter shade of pale, white girl. Won't it be the absolute fucking irony. I'm gonna have you cumming in front of her even. I know just how to do it. She will skin you Dee, Skin you and bury you in salt and then set the salt afire. Ohhhhh! See Dee's clit grow, even as she is crying. Scared shitless aren't you. You Grow Girl! I have a deep itch that needs scratching." Annie's scare tactics and the sand-paper, had Dee crying out and bucking. Her bound, vein prominent tits slammed into her thighs and the seat. Her clit was becoming raw and super sensitive. She had already suppressed three orgasms. She knew it would be hopeless as soon as she was subjected to Annie's quick tortures and the forthcoming assault on the tiny bitch's bowels. Several short, powerful, vaginal ejaculations splattered the floor-board between her animated feet. She was doomed and that only fanned the coals. "Here we are super-slut. Get out and keep on jerking off. Keep your slimy hands full of sand and dirt. Don't stop even while we walk. Bend as far back as you can and keep walking while you do so. I want you spurting as far as possible in the dirt ahead of you. Dee was so agile that she was able to bend back far enough to reach between her legs from the rear with both hands. She pulled her grossly enlarged eight-inch clit downward, jerking it powerfully, while still managing to peek between her wide spread legs and waddle towards the old dilapidated hunting camp building. She looked impossible and ridiculous. Her massive, roped tits had dropped down far past her bowed shoulders, almost touching the ground as they swayed and slapped each other heavily. They had turned a bright red, due to the almost too tight rope bonds. As a result, the immense areola and nipples stayed constantly swollen and erect. "Keep walking you abomination," ordered Annie in a horse, horny voice. She began to loose her own sensibilities as her sexual gray matter sizzled. She began to flay Dee's vein riddled sacs with a much seriated pine limb. Dee began crying out as an imminent orgasm approached. It flooded her with a very definite burning sensation from her long grasping toes to her upside down head. She let it build while continuing to tear at her somehow, still swelling clit in an insane frenzy. "Let go of it you demented bitch." commanded Annie. I don't want it blocking your whorish hole. I want to see cunt cream flooding the ground further than ever. Bend you fucking back more. Angle that putrid pussy higher." Dee, now screaming constantly as the heat and stinging of the near orgasm centered in her cunt and temples, wrapped her arms in front of her knees from behind and pulled her self further under her bowed torso. Her sweaty head now faced forward from between her legs just below her dripping, convulsing bald vulva, which in her severe contorted position faced upward. It opened and closed with a mushy farting sounds, desperately attempting to conclude the temporarily restrained orgasm. Thick gouts of glistening juices drained onto her head. The sweltering hot sacs of soft, yielding tit flesh rested heavily on the ground beneath her C-shaped torso. "Help me Annie, finish it. Oh Jesus! It burns so, get me off please! Please" "Mother of all fuckers Dee, your cunt dick is huge beyond my sickest fantasies. How in the hell can it keep pumping up like that? And look at all that hooded foreskin!" Annie declared in awe, attempting to get a grip around the mass of bunched-up, peeled back, hood-skin at the base of the raging bundle of nerves and blood-bloated erectile tissue. Her small hands and fingers made it a bit more than half way around. Her gloved hand was full of sharp gravel as she began jerking and pumping the thick, loose skin the entire long distance up and down the slippery, corrugated pole. Small, bloody scratches formed as the gravel bit through the skin and furrowed the injured but happily responding mutant rod. Dee continued to howl, as Annie declared " God help us Deanna, this is going to hurt the shit out of both of us." Gripping the base of Dee's clit with both hands as powerfully as she could, Annie gasped in disbelief as the too thick, monstrosity swelled even more. It was longer and thicker than her forearm. Then standing to the side, and still throttling fiercely, she gapped her mouth as wide as possible and attempted to force it down her throat. It stuck half way down the now undulating root. Dee began shuttering as her screams evolved into grunts and animal sounds. The gross rod actually began a series of independent, peristaltic convulsions from the base to the bloated head as Dee tipped over into an orgasm. It was as if it were filled with maggots and insects, all attempting to emerge through its entire surface. Annie could feel and see the corrugated, thick veined, surface change shapes as the interior tissue knotted, heaved, pulsed, throbbed and shuttered while the fierce orgasm evolved. Annie braced for leverage and moaning forced her head down, raping her resisting throat over six inches deep and her over filled mouth an additional four, before grinding her thinned lips into the interior meat of Dee's vulva. It had expanded her throat and esophagus far beyond anything previously. It hurt like hell and caused tears to weld out of her almost desperate, gazing eyes. Stretching and pushing the hot taffy-like hood skin and inner lips out of the way with both hands, she quickly bit down almost as hard as she could. The shock and severity of it caused Dee to began trampling the ground and making inhuman screeching sounds. But, she kept her pretzel-like position as she began to jettison over a dozen heavy spurts of slot-snot several feet in front of her. The first in fact, pissed out over three feet. Annie saw it all and felt the spastic convolutions of Dee's clit knot out an inch or more despite the vise grip her strangled throat exerted around it. She continued biting throughout the full minute long orgasm. She now needed air. In constant pain, she slowly let it emerge from her expanded mouth and throat. Dee was almost catatonic, frozen into her super-contorted position. As the bulbous, cleft head of the now blood red root, emerged from her mouth, Annie almost fainted at the site of it. "Dear God, dear God, you are a fucked up sickie, my oh so special friend. Dee! Dee! unbend, hurry, look at yourself, this is shit-fucking unreal. Mother of Satan, what has biology wrought?" she wheezed. Dee continued to shiver and drip constantly as she sobered somewhat. Look at your clit Dee" God help you and forgive me. But that is going to feel so good straightening my sigmoid colon out. -- 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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+