Message-ID: <21549asstr$943870201@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: "swampy" Subject: {ASSM} Repost-EXTREME, F/f-DEE'S TAO-Book2-Ch1-2,BDSM,tor,hum,con Lines: 983 X-Original-Message-ID: <81t78h$9i4$1@nntp8.atl.mindspring.net> X-Server-Date: 29 Nov 1999 06:42:25 GMT X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V4.72.2106.4 Date: Mon, 29 Nov 1999 05:10:01 -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, kelly 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/humilliation and other sexual situations. If you are a minor, or are offended by such material, please visit your local newspaper 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. Andante Deanna's Tao (Book Two) Chapter One Dee was still deep into her lustful reverie of the last nine years as the elevator plodded onwards towards its continuous and repetitious up and down journey. Rhea silently observed another dollop of cunt cream oozing down Dee's pasty legs. The inner and outer presence (total persona) of Deanna Winston and Rhea Bouviour on the same elevator at a given instance in time/space was the first act of another of the endless but very special relationships - be they between planets or persons - that constitute this most legitimate spiritual and physical universe. But, were the events that set the stage to bring them together random or designed? Let's assume or accept that it was meant to be, written in the stars so to speak: a coalescing and merging of two very dissimilar personalities and expectations that will cohabitate with the potential for ultimate mutual benefit; a codependency - though Rhea, despite her genius intellect, would vigorously deny such, if one dared propose it. Though with the additional potential of revealing itself in numerous, horribly unbelievable events of abuse and humiliation heaped (actually given) on Dee by Rhea, the relationship may well be seen as a most intense affair of love, at first sight actually, and increasing with frightful but purposeful intensity thereafter. As a half-assed rationale that the relationship was destined and that each were both unassailable free agents and imprisoned pawns, consider the following from Harriet Rosenstein, Lady Mary Wortley and Dag Hammerskjold's standpoints respectively, please. We will deal with Dee's half exposed huge tits and strapped-in, though still leaky, cunt almost immediately. Destiny is something men select; women achieve it only by default or stupendous suffering. And, we are no more free agents than the queen of clubs when she victoriously takes prisoner the knave of hearts. Or, we are not permitted to choose the frame of our destiny. But what we put into it is ours. Thus, it is acceptable that the frame was constructed in part by Mary Jenkins, a most adept last phase inspector of integrated micro chips for the Credo Micro-Interprises, sixteen months previous to the day of Dee's appointment with Dr. Kline. Mary, after a long, satisfying night of uninhibited sex with the man she had been pursuing for several months, let a small board with a flawed capacitor slip by early in the day. The unit, which had been installed in the building's elevator upgrade had finally given up the ghost two floors before Rhea was to depart. Had it not, she may well have decided to disregard her curiosity about the elephant titted slovenly bitch across from her and continue her planned events of the day. As it was, the fried component caused a very fleeting but very perceptible lurch in the upward mobile box before automatically switching to the backup unit. The lurch awoke Dee from her hardcore, orifice-oil generating trance. With head down as usual, her pupils widened at the same moment she let out a very audible gasp. What she saw was the sexiest, most highly flavored fantasy she had ever had of the perfect female foot. Dee's downward and slightly oblique view enabled her to take in the full lustful form of the fantastic peds. Her already saturated cunt began a new and immediate secretion of slippery drool. What she saw and caused her to continue to stare in total unabashed but very rude context, was the long narrow feet of Rhea encased in the six inch stilettos which were covered only by the narrow tightly cinched ankle and toe straps. Dee could hardly believe that the angular and knobby double-jointed foot fingers were actually longer than her own. She licked her drying lips in recognition of a prevalent fleshy knot on top of two of the joints of each toe. Dee's slimy vulva let loose another squirt of juice as she conjured up images of giving careful oral attention to these Goddess-like feet. "Oh Jesus" she told herself, "the space between her toes is wider than my ridiculous tongue. God help me I may cum just looking at them." Now that Rhea had been on her feet for a while the profusion of veins that nurtured the size 12's from ankle to toe-tip, were now more profuse and prominent. However, it was not just the form and angle of observation that caused Dee's hyper active visual cortex to begin activating the switches of her genital hydrologic mechanisms. Just at the moment she opened her eyes, Rhea had shifted and adjusted to the elevator's lurch. This caused her right foot to lift a few inches before finding firm contact almost immediately. The effect was that her long, angular toes stretched outward, actually allowing all but the shortest one to extend out and down to touch the floor far beyond the narrow sole of her shoe. Sensing this Rhea almost unconsciously pulled her toes upward and back to the safety and comfort of the shoe, in an exaggerated, folded, curl that hid the nail of the second toe and caused the next to smallest to overlap the middle one in an almost horizontal position. Dee's cunt spasmed madly. She continued to stare for several floor stops. They were alone, now that all of the incredulous passengers had departed. The elevator had gone to the top floor and was now descending. Dee was in a literal trance. Rhea had not missed any of Dee's actions. She realized immediately what was occurring and purposely began gyrating and moving her feet and toes in a variety of convoluted shapes and splayed forms. Occasionally, she would lift her foot and rub the back of a calf with the top of it. Once she even stroked the top of her right foot, ankle to toes, with the tip of the left foot, extending the long digits beyond the front sole of the shoe, to scratch, caress, and even intermingle with their fellow five sisters. After a half a minute or so Dee could feel an orgasm was imminent and began to moan as Rhea continued her unbelievable foot dance. Dee had not even bothered to look beyond the strong, slim calves of the human dream across from her. A small rivulet of vaginal honey soon found it way to the top of her bare foot and dribbled between her own flexing toes. She had lost part of her death grip on the blouse. Now over half the swollen and darkening red areola was exposed. The obscene huge nipple lengthened, further pulling the blouse away from the areola. Rhea noted all and smiled. Dee crossed her legs unconsciously and began to rub her wide ass against the elevator wall. The huge stain on the front of her skirt was freshened with new wetness. Rhea's eyes narrowed into a severe menace as a man and three women got on at the seventh floor on the return trip up. Two of the women let out a gasp. In the natural order of things human, the new passengers created a natural and as comfortable personal space in the narrow confines of the box as possible. A greater than common effort was made to distance themselves from Rhea and especially Dee, who by now was giving off a distinct and permeable odor. Dee moaned and stared. More pussy syrup pored down her legs. Her hands clutched the ruined shoes. At the 11th floor, Rhea decided to end the amusing affair. She spoke to Dee in a slightly loud but very commanding voice. "Are you finished?" Dee was deaf to the question. She was soaking in every nuance of the now silent feet. She was very near a vibrating orgasm. Her knees weaken and she slumped slightly against the wall. Her hands, which had been doing an increasing less effective job of holding the blouse together in front of her massive 80 inches of heaving tit meat, let go of the unbuttoned material and drifted out and under the huge orbs. She was in such a state of erotic focus that she was now attempting to masturbate, completely unaware of her public circumstances. The blouse flowed off both the naked sac and the still cupped left one. Several loud gasps and an only slightly suppressed screech bounced off the wall. Everyone except Rhea drew closer to each other and further from Dee. Now the swollen impossibility of Dee's exposed breast was publicly exhibited to all on the elevator. What they saw was a naked, bloated expanse of pendulous flesh that extended beyond the extremely wide expanse of Dee's right hip and downward to just above her pubic area. Dozens of very prominent blue veins meandered across the full expanse of the sphere. Due to Dee's increasing erotic state, some had swollen to the thickness of a pencil. Many even traced a variegated pattern in and about the impossibly bloated areola. The veins were accented by many very visible; beige toned scars and stripes. A few were pinkish in color, evidence that recent abuse had visited the suffering orb. Several of the scars were wide and thick, rising above the generally trampled and irregular surface of the quivering orb. Several fists sized flesh pockets on that portion of the sac that drooped from under the arms were interrupted by long, deep stretch marks. Some of these vertical witnesses to the massive growth, were over a foot long. A few had even deepened to almost half an inch during the last six months of Dee's hormonal chaos. However, what had elicited the screech was the colossal size of the rigid nipple that pointed down about 45 degrees off the cantaloupe sized deep red areola. A second screech was sounded by the same dumpy redhead contract administrator who had initiated the first, when Dee's toilet paper tube-sized nipple jerked upward in concert to a spasm in her cunt. It caused several ounces of thickened lactate to spurt out is a narrow arc toward two of the women. The screech awakened Dee from her slutty slumber. Her focus was still on Rhea's feet. Then she heard the commanding "Are you finished" for the first time. Her impending orgasm was immediately pinched off by the autocratic voice. Slowly she scanned upward in a kind of fearful apprehension of what was waiting. Her eyes widened as she finally noted that the feet belonged to what was emerging as the most the most stupendously beautiful body she could imagine. The calves and thighs exposed in the slit of the medium tight dress were tanned, and slender, exhibiting grace and strength. The hips were narrow, giving only a hint of a very tiny waist, which was hidden by a pair of stupendous breasts. Though slightly smaller than Dee's, these melon shaped spheres seemed more monumental due to the 5 foot, 4 inch size of the magnificent owner. Dee mewed a soft moan when she viewed the extremely exaggerated hourglass figure in total. Having dropped the uninjured shoe from her right hand, those fingers clawed the air near her saturated crotch in a desperate attempt not to attack the greasy large flaps of her cunt. They were now -though hidden under the soaked skirt - completely splayed outside the agonizing cinch of the six inch wide crotch strap of the ridiculous bra/corset. This served only to shove her obscene sized clit further up her spastic vagina. Dee's very vocal moan evolved into a pitifully undisguised. "Aiiiiiii... Merciful God, No! It's not possible, Oh! Oh!" when she at last beheld the magnificent and spectral beauty of the face of the Goddess four feet away. Immediately, her knees sagged, as her eyes bulged and a resounding long uncompromising fart found its way around the hellishly tight crotch strap. She would have literally shit had the strap not been in place. The passengers blanched, and moaned, now huddling together like kittens in the presence of a rabid terrier. One of them began crying, repeating over and over, "What's wrong with her? She's mad. What's wrong with her?" The repetition and fear in the voice finally awoke Dee up to the reality of the situation. She too paled and quickly completed a half-assed result of covering up her exposed quivering tit. What had made her so vocal from above and below was the recognition that this wonderful woman was the personification of the ephemeral Goddess and Mistress she had first envisioned in her out of body experience during her first night in the barn. It was the same seemingly evil, uncompromising face and body that Dee had visited countless times in the intervening nine years as she herself or Annie had heaped rope, wire, nails, boards, chains, whips, pins, huge insertions and untold other torture utensils on, in, around (pick your preposition) Dee's heaving, screaming and spurting body. Dee's lips quivered as she noted the Goddess's lips began moving. "For the third time you ridiculous pile of female offal, are you finished?" The macro-menacing eyes penetrated every orifice and cell of Dee, s sweating body. Each well-enunciated word had been coated in pure venom. "I... I... unh... ahh... ahh uhh" and another unrepressable fear-fart were all that Dee could summon as she hung her head in shame and dread. Chapter Two "Lift your porno video-booth-cum-mop of a head you slot-snot soaked, stupid bitch and look me in the eyes. NOW! Are you quite finished with this self-indulgent exhibition of your pitiful excuses for milk sacs and distribution of methane gas? Jesus in the Congo, girl, you are the most sickening sight I have had the displeasure to set eyes on, in my 32 years of stumbling across the worse of human shit maggots in existence. Moreover, are you always in the habit of rudely staring at all women's feet as you did at mine? That's a hell of a fetish you have shit breath. Now, answer me you insipid slut. Do not look down! Look me in the eyes and answer." The passengers were dumbfounded and inching as a herd toward the door, in preparation for a stampeded to whatever floor, regardless. Dee did as she was commanded. A total, unmitigated mutual focus was locked in by both she and Rhea. It was the most honest, unmistakable and uncompromising mental condensation and symbiotic alliance each had ever made. Though actual implementation of a relationship would soon prove paradoxical and confusing, each knew, that destiny had indeed placed an ornate, well-constructed frame around both of them. Paradoxically, it would be their own free will, passiveness, assertiveness, strength of purpose, malleable, yielding, enduring flesh, ruthless savagery, high and low tech inventiveness and the highest humiliation quotient in existence to fill the frame with the grandest exhibit of love, giving/receiving, fear, and wonderment known to each. It would be the ultimate partnership if each could endure. "Are you mute, you ludicrous bovine? Why were you staring at my feet so intently and what the hell is that foul mess running down your leg?" The question was so dictatorial and absolute that Dee knees began to quiver as she attempted a stammering inarticulate and incoherent reply. "I... I... I ugh... d... d... did... did, unh... not ... not mean too... too, butttt... they... ugh... they are... are so... so... beauti... ahhh, beauti, I mean, mean unhhh... I am ill. No, no. Not really ill, but, but a condition, well, I... I, oh, ohhh... I..." The malevolent eyes pierced her with greater intensity. "What the hell are you saying, you ludicrous, smelly degenerate?" Dee was so obscured with intimidation, humiliation and ecstasy that she began leaking anew from her pussy and her eyes. She began to cry as she attempted another inadequate reply "I... I... ohhhh, please, I, I... I guess I... I am a stupp... stupid, sl... sl... slu... slu... Oh God... please... ma'am, sob" Long typical of Dee when caught up in a very humiliating but erotic situation, her shaking legs began to prance up and down while standing in place. Her gyrating toes as usual, splashed and churned the small pool of cunt jism that had dribbled down her legs. "DING" Dee was literally saved by the bell. The herd of human sheep tumbled out, each racing to call Security. Rhea quickly punched the next floor. As soon as the door closed, she slammed her open hand across Dee's left cheek with full force. Dee was literally and figuratively staggered. It was a blow that equalled the hardest she had experienced from her mother years ago. She slammed into the wall, rebounding with a look of shock, absolute fear and pain. "You slovenly bitch, I know what's going on here and I am not fucking amused. When the door opens, get off and follow me. Do not utter one sound. Not a hum or a squeak. Understand? Speak only when I say SPEAK! Leave the shoe and move. Now!" Rhea's cold black eyes had taken on an even more ominous forbearance. Dee was so scared that small spurts of urine began leaking around the corset strap. Nevertheless, she had learned well from her mother and simply nodded in the affirmative instead of speaking. Rhea quickly exited at the next floor. Now stupidly holding just one shoe, she followed submissively. She exhibited great will power by suppressing an erotic induced groan at the quickly observed the outsized projection of the Goddess' breasts in profile. Her stomach knotted in concert with a new vaginal spasm at the even more exaggerated rear anatomical wonderment of the resplendent woman. It was an anatomical orchestration that further harmonized with Dee's grossly enlarged but highly tuned and receptive over active and spewing Bartholin glands. She was so mutually charged erotically and fearfully that the piss and cunt juices ran in a constant stream down her legs. Unlike Dee's 50+ pounds of wide swaying, flopping, vicious swinging milk meat, Rhea's huge orbs only bounce and sway several inches in various directions. They project far beyond the outer outline of her arms and narrow almost boyish hips. Dee, repetitiously, licks her dry lips at the sight of the Goddess' almost naked rear torso which is framed by an extreme plunge of the very tight beige colored dress. The pixie cut black hair allows a full view of the strong perfectly toned shoulders. Their muscles ripple slightly as she strides confidently and with purpose down the hall towards the Rest Room. The completely exposed waist is so tiny as to be almost nonexistent. It seems almost impossible that such a small framed foundation of flesh and bone could support the huge, jiggling hemispheres above. So low is the back of the dress that the upper half-inch of the tightly bunched ass crease is exposed. Whereas Dee's monumental 45-inch ass bumps, grinds and heaves about in several directions at once, the Goddess' ass seems to only clench and vibrate when she moves. Dee can barely stand it. She feels an imminent orgasm approaching and knows she will be unable to supress it under these circumstances. They enter the restroom. It is large and empty at the moment. A full-length mirror gleams from across the room. Rhea whirls in a very fluid graceful manner. Her breasts vibrate. In a most direct and seething tone she speaks. "I will not waste words with you. You will look directly in my eyes at every moment. Now, what is your name and what is your business here? Answer me clearly and with brevity bitch. Speak!" "I... I... am... am..." "STOP!" commands Rhea. You have one last chance to get it right or I will leave immediately. Speak! Dee's cunt churned as she took a deep breath, blinked her eyes, absorbed the new and correct inducement to be articulates and spoke. "I am Deanna Winston and... and I am here to see Doctor Marsha Kline." "I am not surprised," retorted Rhea, Doctor Kline is a world-renowned endocrinologist and it indeed seems you have a severe hormone problem. However, regardless of that, you also have a control problem. You are an unrelenting pain slut and foot fetish. Correct? Speak!" "Yes ma'am, I love a shapely foot on a woman, especially long angular feet with long curly toes like mine and especially yours. They are so lovely and so sexy... And yes ma'am, I dream of the most horrible ways to be tortured and used by my dream Mistress. But, no ma'am, and please forgive me. I am not a slut. I contribute to society and love most of the people I know. I do volunteer work and have a very firm spiritual responsibility. I love my body, always have, but this last six months have been hell. My hormone problem started up again after six years of remission. My breast and genitals and libido are now growing out of control. I can hardly think of anything except pain, humiliation and sex of the most depraved kind. My vagina and vulva almost constantly leak and I have even started lactating. I must stop it. I do not feel guilty about my preferences or freaky appearance but it has to cease or I will spend all my time masturbating and torturing myself. More importantly, My work is beginning to suffer. I need to have a semblance of a normal life. People need me and I need them. And..." "STOP!" CRACK!! Dee staggered back three steps in response to a slap to the face. SMACK, she hit the wall after the second blow landed in the same place. Her cunt drooled even faster around the painful cinch of the corset strap. "The first was for the unsolicited dissertation. I said be brief. The second was for having the utter gall to dispute that you are a slut. Not only are you a cunt spurting slut, you are a stupid, self-deceiving, hypocritical slut; a trollop and demi-rep". Dee began to quiver at the possible true assessment. "Go to the mirror and look at yourself, Miss I-am-somebody-special-Deanna-Winston." Dee, gazed and emitted a small howl. She immediately turned sunburned crimson. She was a total wreck. Her hair was mussed and her face was a variegated pattern of runny and congealed eye shadow, rouge, foundation and lipstick. Her skirt was totally soaked front to back with piss and cunt slime. Her right tit was completely exposed with a long thick dribble of lactate hanging off her long, thick nipple. The areola was puffed to its maximum seven-inch width and five-inch thickness. The unfilled bra cup hung down to her knees. Her bare feet and legs were coated in a mixture of wet and congealed pussy juice. Her large tote bag which was filled with some of her special toys - she began carrying them with her several months ago - hung heavily across her shoulders in a skewed fashion. There she was, nothing less than a huge titted, slutty clown with a single broken shoe in her hands. "No self respecting woman, not even the most confirmed wanton masochist and slave, would let themselves look as you do unless they actually wanted it to happen." Dee began crying in choking intermittent moans and pitiful sobs. "You are the epitome of self-deception, self-indulgence and ignorant denial. No, you are a slut my cunt for brains whore. A slut who prides herself with having control simply because she does not cum as often as possible. However, one thing is raging in your physical and psychological being as true. You want me so bad that it exceeds even a need. It is an unequivocal must. You wish to be owned by me; to serve me in your most hardcore, depraved fantasy. Stand straight with your hands to your side and make not a single sound." CRACK, WHAM, SLAP. Dee Staggered backwards at the three blows to the face. She sobbed louder. "You liked that didn't you Deanna?" CRUNCH! POW! THUD, SLAM! Despite the admonition not to make any sound, Dee screeched violently to the four powerful blows to her exposed tit. The tears carried the makeup to the tops of her bruising tit. The pain was horrible. The Goddess was a very strong woman - as strong as Dee. "That was more like it, correct?" Dee's eyes were imploring. The orgasm was fast approaching. Whap! Whap! Crunch, Slam! Thud! Thunk! Six more assaulted her tit. Rhea's hand actually entered past the wrist on the last blow, collapsing and realigning over 15 pounds of globular tissue in the process. Dee sagged, while saliva drooled from her other lips. "Good news Deanna, I love to torture beautiful, intelligent, honest sluts. I am the best. I am ruthless. I do things that you can never imagine. I am a most heinous and imaginative personage. I can and am currently modifying and tormenting the minds and bodies of three women in a fashion that would cause you to flee my presence if you knew the details. One has no vocal cords left. They beg to be killed hundreds of time a day Deanna. They are strong, enduring and honest. None would leave given the opportunity. They are there because they wish to be. More importantly, they qualified for the honor. They earned it. They were special to began with and suffered horribly to complete the prerequisites just to be allowed to crawl on their bleeding bellies into my house of horror. You my dear are not special; neither by virtue of your tits - there are bigger at the mansion - or your honesty. Christ, look at the amount of cunt glue running down your legs. You could prevent that if you wished. Fuck you, you filthy, stinking excuse of a triple X-chromosomed pain slut." At that, she punched Dee in the diaphragm so violently that Dee staggered back several feet before crashing to the floor in a gasping heap. Dee was wailing in pain but mostly despair. "Can't keep quiet can you slime bucket? Doctor Kline's office is eleven floors up. Take the stairs and get the hell out of my sight." Dee was desperate. She could not lose her Goddess. She did the only thing she could and shuffled to Rhea on abraded knees imploring with hot red eyes not to be cast away. It was a silent plea that would have melted the resolve of a champion sadist. Not so Rhea Bouviour. She slapped Dee away, cutting her lip in the process. Then, to Dee's total dismay, she pulled Dee's head back violently with a fist full of matted hair and kissed her full on the lips. She held the kiss. It was unlike any Deanna had received in her quarter century of existence. It waxed and waned between powerful, demanding and absorbing to unmitigated giving, tender sincerity and gut wrenching eroticism. Dee was totally overpowered physically and emotionally. The suppressed orgasm consummated itself throughout her body immediately. Her juices gushed, as she stood in paralyzed rigidity. It diffused itself for over half a minute. The expression on her face was pure fulfillment and horrifying despair. Still holding Dee's head back and with her heaving bosom resting partially on Dee's shoulder, Rhea whispered to Dee in a voice that was both despotic and encouraging. "Do what you must Deanna Winston. Mise en place (get your shit together). Now go to Dr Kline's before the security shits find you. Go immediately" The previous malevolent expression had evolved into one of firm resolve but also understanding. Dee was confused. In abject oppression of spirit, she prostrated herself on the cold tile floor at her Goddesse's feet and with her hands on Rhea's slim ankles, begged, pleaded and implored in fitful hope that she would not be discarded. "Please Mistress, please do not leave my life. I will die if you do. I have dreamed about you for so many years. Oh God! Oh! Oh! I need you so much. I have no one to serve as truly as I am capable. I have turned down so many, hoping that my true Goddess would find me and let me serve. She is you... so beautiful and strong. I love you. I will be nothing without you now. Please let me be a part of your life. A day a week, an hour. Anything! I will do anything. Pleaseeee! I will happily serve as your slave in waiting, to be beaten as often as pleases you. I will stuff my rabid cunt with pounds of chili peppers, and sew it up until it becomes a festering mess (Dee was desperately conjuring up past episodes with Annie) I, I, I will be your toilet slave. You will never need a real toilet again. I will drink your piss, and, and... e... e... eat, eat every mor... mor morsel of your sh... sh... shit. Gasp! Oh God no, ugh... maybe. no I... I... I wi... will. Yes! I will, ugghh. I will even tongue bath you lovingly during your periods. Burn me with hot coals and pierce me with pins and skewers. Chain me and shove huge tearing objects up my horrid hole. Make me suffer untold days of screaming sexual denial. Do all that you wish with me, but please let me serve? I am strong and committed. I will be your most loyal subject. I can endure and will prove to be more worthy than any who you possess. Merciful Goddess, please own me. Test me. Give me a chance. Do not forsake me. I will give all that I have in this physical world and empty myself of all else that you require. Help me Mistress. Sweet Jesus, do not leave me." Dee's wretched lamentations were punctuated with heaving moans and sobs. She had a death grip on Rhea's ankles. Her pleas had dissolved into constant crying, accentuated with soft begging repetitions of "please, please." "Let go Deanna Winston and do as I told you. Get out of my sight. Not another word. Do it!" Dee's loud sad sobbing resounded off the walls as she shuffled out the door and down the hall. She was still holding the shoe. Her massive tits swung wildly. After entering the stairwell and climbing the first of the 11 flights, she collapsed in a heap of abject despair, dejection and depressed agony. A long plaintive "Nooooooooooooooo!" echoed throughout the stairwell as her world imploded into a microcosm of minimal real functionality. Because of her real inner and empirical strength, she - with utmost supreme effort - began crawling up the stairs on hands and knees. Her tit bruised itself as it bounced off each concrete step. Slowly she rose to her feet. A slight fleeting scintillation of determination beckoned from her glistening hazel eyes. Though she had lost her Goddess forever, she would still serve her honorably by doing as was ordered. She would go to Doctor Kline's. She would obey her Goddesses' one and only command implicitly. She began the long walk up the stairs in earnest, still holding her shoe, listening to the loud slaps, and wallops of her loose tit as it pummeled itself against her sweat drenched torso. Droplets of lactate painted the walls. She smiled faintly in the pleasure of having at least spent a few minutes with her worldly Deity. Now she would attend to the matter of her rebellious endocrine glands. "At least I have absolute control of deciding to do something about that" she mused. Poor Dee, she was soon to receive an even greater shock that day. While climbing the stairs Dee realized that her Goddess was correct in her summation that Dee was a slovenly, self-absorbed, exhibitionist bitch. She immediately resolved to improve her propensity to exhibit herself as the victim of her "condition" by stuffing her tit as best she could into the sagging bra cup. It hung lower than her left tit but at least it all of the huge areola and some of the tit flesh were covered. She combed her hair with her fingers and ran the tips of her fingers around the rims of her eyes and mouth in an attempt to clean up her face. She patted away the grandma beads (dirt/sweat necklace) from around her neck and the smeared lipstick with the hem of her blouse. It was an almost futile effort. She still resembled a back-alley Turkish whore who had not been allowed out of her crib for a week. Holding the ruined shoe and the front of her saturated blouse as best she could, she took a deep breath and entered the corridor. If one could lift their gaze beyond the ridiculous movements of the torso that quickly passed by, they would note a small but very evident sly smile on the seemingly beautiful but clown-like made up face. Though of genius intellect, the self indulgent bimbo persona still reigned triumphantly as Dee's raging autocratic hormones took greater control of her libido. Ten minutes later Dee found herself standing at one end of the very crowded waiting room. She was slightly sobbing at the utter embarrassment of being loudly and ruthlessly upbraided by the receptionist for 'being 20 minutes late. She still looked shamefully ridiculous, and now smelled terrible'. She was ordered to stand and wait at the far end of the room and fill out the many required forms. Every chair was occupied. Dee was tired and very thirsty. She had lost a lot of fluids. It was extremely difficult trying to hold the shoe, keep her blouse pulled together and write on the clipboard which was held in her left hand towards the end of her left tit. The shoe fell. She decided to leave it there temporally but was ordered to pick it up by the haughty receptionist. She squatted to retrieve it by feel. All eyes (22) scrutinized every nuance of Dee's sweat lathered anatomy with the intensity of a 5.000 dpi, high-speed scanner. One pair did not. They belonged to a hugely pregnant woman who was half reclined in a very rigid manner in a type of four-wheeled metal chair. Only her face and hands were undraped by a rubber-like material. Her head was completely encased in a metal helmet containing a large variety of protrusions, connectors and receiving holes. It was clamped by a series of steel bands and rods to the unrelenting, wide, steel headrest. A complicated series of dental appliances held the mouth open in a wide extreme manner, leaving the upper and lower gums completely exposed. Her tongue was stretched out an incredible amount, being held in place by a clamping device at the tip, which was in turn was retained by two five inch long, 1/4 inch rods that connected to the jaw expander deep inside the mouth. Both nostrils of the exposed nose was jammed tightly with cone shaped rods that emanated upward from the mouth appliance. They had been shoved so far up and tightly that the nose was crumpled upwards. Several miniature motors were connected at strategic positions on the complicated head and mouth device. The hands continuouly clawed and ripped at the terminus of each rounded chair arm. However, it was the eyes that caused Dee to gasp in astonishment. They were blood shot and bulging in a most extreme manner, revealing - most particularly to Dee's experienced eyes - total uncompromising horror and agony. A constant series of hums, whirring, clacks and soft grinding could be heard emanating from the enclosed, large rectangular bottom of the chair. To the waiting patients, including Dee, the most curious and disturbing thing about this strange suffering, apparently ill woman and her ambulatory chair, were the intermittent changes in the motorized noises and the agonizing response of the poor creature in it. As the sounds grew in volume, intensity and changing pitch the woman's eyes somehow bulged even more, actually protruding out of her sockets over an inch. The telescoping rods connected to her mouth and tongue extended in length as the small motors kicked in. This resulted in a gapping of the mouth that was humanly impossible. Yet, it was real. Equally unbelievable was the fact that the tongue stretched at least an additional inch, as if it were made of extremely pliant rubber instead of mere human skin. What was unseen to the uncomprehending and revolted but mostly compassionate patients was that the pair of half-inch wide, four-inch long, metal clamps at the end of the tongue was connected through the tongue by three sharp studs. After about half a minute of this, the rubber encased body began shivering. This evolved into heavy shudders and maxed out into a long series of strong seizure-like convulsions and spasms. The chair shook and swayed for over a minute. Muffled gagging and choking sounds spilled out of the gapping mouth. A series of loud sucking and crackling noises spilled out of the bottom portion of the box. The spastic lady went rigid with ever more bulging of the eyes. They somehow bespoke even greater horror and agony. After a total of several minutes she slumped, with hands still clawing, A large amount of greenish drool hung out of her mouth to spill over the black rubber sheet. Had this poor suffering woman been anywhere other than the Doctor's office an investigation would have ensued concerning who was torturing her and why. The large, white-dressed female attendant with her, dabbed away the tears that were spilling profusely from both still horror struck eyes. Dee felt both compassion and slutty erotic identity. As the woman seemed to be recovering from what was obviously a grand mall seizure of some type, Dee refocused her attention to her current situation. Squatting to sit in a finally, available chair, she was quickly ordered not to do so. "You will not be permitted to sit an any of the chairs Ms Winston. How could you be so inconsiderate to even wish to do so? Look at yourself. You are a filthy mess. Would you sit after someone as nasty and stinky as you sat there first? No! You will continue to stand until you are called, if you are called. You have singularly upset our entire scheduling situation. I'm surprised no one has slapped you by now." Dee dabbed away a small tear of humiliation and cleared her dry throat. "Ma'am, may I get a quick drink of water then?" "No you may not Ms Winston," replied the increasingly arrogant and unpleasant receptionist." We cannot take a chance that you will not be in the waiting room when you are called. Besides, filling up with water now may corrupt the tests that have to be made." Dee nodded meekly with head down. She was again the focus of attention and both dreaded and loved it. "Yes, " she finally recognized, I am indeed, a self-indulgent bitch. But Jesus, I am thirsty." Intermezzo - Etched in Acid A Dee and Annie Adventure-One Year in the Future Dee has been tightly secured in another of her ridiculous contorted positions. It is number 23 from a medley of contorted positions demanded and secured by Rhea, many via endless and exquisite hours and days of near bone shattering practice - even for Dee - and orthopedic surgical modification - most without anesthesia of course. Placed on her stomach with her endless acres of tit flesh pulled and splayed out to either side of her torso, her feet are pulled back towards her head so that her ass comes to rest on the top of her head. It is a rare feat that few contortionists can achieve. Dee's results are much more radical. Her legs are further pulled down and forward such that her massive ass cheeks engulf half of her head. Only her face emerges from the ludicrous frame of her wide spread buttocks. Her legs, which project far out in front of her, are splayed painfully wide by two of Rhea's slaves. Barbed wire has been wound around and just above each knee and secured to vertical bars located on the front left and right side of the table she rests on. Her lower legs are then bent back and secured by a six foot wrapping of the wire to her wide splayed thighs. Blood drips rather profusely to the floor four feet below. Dee, currently ungagged, grunts and heaves under the already painful situation. It is a most obscene spectacle because the intended results have been mostly achieved. Dee's daily tonsorially plucked, yet most massive cunt now stands fully prominent atop her severely bent torso and ass platform. She can observe its lower portion and the tip of the slightly curved out, slowly erecting clit. The severe spread of her legs causes the mutant abnormality of her vulva to affect a too wide, wet split. Sixteen, wide-gauge rings, in the large lips, jingle and jangle as Dee's cunt begins to go spastic in anticipation of unknown future events. The inner lips - after a year of horror-paradise with her Goddess - hang so far down and out that they flop just above Dee's up-searching eyes. Pain slut that she still is, the hazel orbs blink rapidly as fresh cunt slime even now, drools out of the cavernous vagina which pulses and gulps in slurpy noisy incantations for the invasion of any wide, deep, penetrating object of painful bliss. The volume even this early in the horrid affair, is so plentiful that it flows down the scrunched, tight ass crease and across her face. She screeches intensely as her arms are drawn upward above her secured knees and secured in a muscle quivering tautness by attaching her hands to heavy boards secured to the rods, and by driving very thick nails through the sealed, half-inch piercings that run through the center of her palms and between her hand bones. (She has over the past 12 months been pierced and ringed in hundreds of places in, about and through her body. Some are tiny such as at the tip of her toes and fingers. Others are one to several inches wide such as at the flesh of her buttocks, thighs, tits and stomach. Often the rings are purposefully removed to allow partial closing of the wounds, only to be painfully ringed again before the closing of the wounded flesh is complete). Her luxuriant auburn hair is parted a couple of inches above both temples to reveal two 1/4 inch, open ended silver plugs which had been imbedded through her scalp and 3/8 inch into her skull. Each is threaded to receive a one inch long T-bar. The width of the T section at the top of the unit is two inches. Due to the huge fleshy expanse of her quaking ass, 15 inch steel lined chains were require to connect the T-bars to corresponding thicker T-bars which had been screwed into the 1/2 inch plugs that in turn, had been screwed into her hip bones. Now her head is solidly secured without benefit of any possible movement. Each of the silver receiving units in her hips and head are flush with the skin when not plugged with a variety of connector units such as the T-bars. This enables a flush fit of clothing when required. (Dee has on many occasions been required to go public with the snorting units visible outside her clothing and in many exposed portions of her unique anatomy she had many of those such as in her ankles, top of feet, shoulders, knees, and other places of special invitation). The table is then removed producing a spectacle unseen - perhaps unimagined - by any of the several dozen guests in the room. Loud gasps and shrieks reverberate off the mildewed brick walls as Dee is displayed to all. She is a gasping entity of bent, stretched flesh and bone. Her teary eyed gasping face peers out from between her massive ass cheeks. A squelching, farting cunt sits high atop the abused contorted torso, frothy, thick yellowish-white pussy-pus drools down and occasionally squirts beyond the ass-encased face. The table-resting tits, now hanging 30 inches down, still swing and sway in response to the demands of gravity. The obscene, long, thick nipples are quickly stabbed by the first five inches of a 24 inch long, three quarter inch thick hollow rod, which is perforated by several hundred small holes. It takes ten agonizing, tit searing minutes for each of the rods to be fully inserted and secured in place by three brass pins through each nipple and rod. Dee flops and jerks to the extent possible. Her palms exude additional blood. She is left ungagged at the request of the guests. She screeches and bellows but does not plead for a cessation to the event. Having been denied treatment for her lawless hormones for an additional year enables her still growing cunt to gush ever increasingly. A thick four ounce ropy wad ejaculates beyond her agonized face. Transparent flexible tubes are attached to the three inches of rod emerging from Dees grossly enlarged nipples. The six foot long tubes are then attached to transparent plastic containers hanging from the 12 foot ceiling.They are three feet above Dee's bent torso. Each container is filled with five gallons of acidic acid, a horribly abusive, flesh burning, but non-lethal, fiery liquid Satan when left in contact with skin for a duration. Small petcocks on the end of the rods are opened immediately. The six foot fall of the tube enables a very rapid velocity of acid to enter Dee's scarred but still attractive sacs within twenty seconds. The petcocks are closed after a gallon has been quickly absorbed by the vast inner-spaces of Dee's internal breast meat and duct works. Her shrieks and piercing screams intensify with the ever increasing raging fiery assault of the acidic acid. After five minutes her caterwauling reaches an intolerable volume even for the experienced ears of the perverse audience. The howls are muted somewhat by attaching a ring into one of the six holes in her tongue. Her gigantic dick sized clit which now quivers and tosses out beyond her ass and above her bulging eyes is fitted with a large gauge ring in the open hole at the tip. It is then pulled down into the wide splayed gap of her cunt. It has grown so long and thick in the past year that it can now be painfully pulled and stretched down past her frothing vagina, entering and exiting the tight ass crease at the bridge of her snorting nose. Her very elastic tongue which has also been much attended to for the purpose of extreme stretch capabilities in the last 12 months, is pulled up to cover her nose entirely, and is attached to the clit ring. The poor tongue, which is the weaker of the two appendages, is stretched to the middle of her forehead as the jerking, spasming cunt and clit heave and jerk in response to Dee's magnifying suffering. The sounds of her nightmarish suffering are now gagging, low toned grunts, squeals and wails. Another gallon is released to each undulating breast. They begin to visibly swell. Her violet jerks and heaving torso movements necessitate adding more barb wire to her legs. The nails in her hands are driven tight into her palms. Cunt snot emanates from either side of her clit which only partially barricades her widening, sharp object-starved vagina. Across the room even Annie is bug-eyed at the preposterous sight of her friend and lover. The diminutive analist and self-admitted degenerate became even more bug-eyed as a splintery cone of lumber was being hammered into her cunt just short of rupturing her. The canal, though certainly not virginal, was a much less visited tunnel of huge invasions than her much more adaptive and willing back channel. Of course, as a frequent visitor - not permanent by mutual agreement - of Rhea's world she was subject to whatever consequences oozed from the rotten, but fertile, brilliance of Rhea's convoluted compost heaped mind. She was tied spread eagle as her fuzz gleaned cunt flaps were stretched to tearing and nailed to the wooden cone, thus, insuring that it would be pulled a mite further into the small dry grotto. She screeched in new found agonies as she recalled once again that though in possession of masochistic wants and needs, she was no Deeana Winston. She just was not really cunt oriented. Her literal and figurative delights were anal and oral. Yes, she did enjoy having Dee's clit occasionally plow its way along the tight moistening channel of her vagina and permitted Dee also on rare occasion opportunity to mouth and tongue her tiny but sensitive clit after massive abuse to Dee's agony knotted but worthy counterpart. She enjoyed having her barely budding but long nippled ninnies flogged with a belt or thin paddle, loved having her bladder dammed up and performing sicko deeds unseen in public places. She would feast on any morsel no matter how vile and lived to have her anus and bowels abused and tortured in ungodly ways. She was crying both at her own condition and at that of her most beloved friend. She had a greater perception of Dee's masochistic persona and anatomical variegations than anyone other than Rhea. Still she was amazed and concerned about the current situation, which she was fully informed of. She had to perform her part. As had been agreed a year ago she too was totally at the whim and mercy of Rhea when in the mansion. This was the only arrangement allowed if Annie and Dee were to continue their mutual need for each other's presence. It was not a difficult decision for the brilliant but extremely deviant 4'10", 89 pound slut. She would have dared it even if Dee were not in the picture. In fact, her rutting licentiousness and lurid displays had on many occasions shocked and impressed the normally wordly and carnally knowledgeable Rhea. She staggered toward Dee on extremely bowed legs. Her long, monkey-like nipples, (a result of her own erotic ministrations) were wired for hot electrical currents if her performance were not flawless. Her mission was quite simply to get her entire head into Dee's cavernous but eminently stretchable vagina within 15 minutes and if achieved to head fuck her for the length of time it took to transfer the acidic acid from Dee's tits to her own rapacious and equally rubbery ass and large intestines. The wooden, cone shaped stake would be removed once the fucking and transfer began. It was a mission that Dee and Annie had tried without success on many occasions. Though a very small woman, Annie had an almost - but not quite - normal sized head due to her above average cranial capacity. It was about eight inches at its thickest front to back and only about seven inches thick at the sides. Dee who was unaware of the forthcoming event, had been enlarged with many types of expanding instruments during the past year. Some she wore for weeks at a time. Other expansions were performed with agonizing results while in restraint for several hours a session. Rhea had plans that Dee would eventually exceed even the wildest dreams of the most size conscious freaks in her universe. Annie became almost happy with the prospect of achieving her long dreamed of success and ability to drink and suck up Dee's proliferate juices right at the internal source. She was also looking forward to the unknown but expected fiery results of the acid in her ass as well as accommodating a larger volume of fluid than ever before. Even in high school, about once a week, if possible before school, she concocted her own brand of "putrid pepper sauce" by demanding that Dee fist fuck her with hand fulls of her mother's home-grown very hot chili peppers, leaving them elbow deep and further, and repeating the process until she had several dozen of the finger mashed split open devils in place throughout her super erotically charged colon. She then ordered Dee to administer as much as three quarts of a solution of vinegar along with a bottle of melted analgesic. So enduring was she that she would cork it up with a three inch wide, eight inch long butt plug flush to her anus and retain it until after school. The swelling was explained as menstrual in nature. Dee's "reward" was a sewing needle fully embedded in the tip of her erect clit, which she was to retain till the end of school, and to receive a thorough cleaning of her own unwashed feet which had been bare and unwashed for two-four days (Annie loved Dee's feet as much as Dee herself). Dee of course, was not permitted to cum during the 15 minute procedure, which was yet another of the daily orgasm denials she had to endure. After school, Annie would then go to her "total toilet" located in a woodlot behind her father's woodshed. After completely stripping she would rock back on her shoulders with ass just above her head - on the same four year bare bitch/slut/pig wallow of bare ground - and shit the viscid brew all over herself, ingesting all that she could aim into her loudly lapping mouth. She would then wallow and twist about in the vile concoction for half an hour or more while violently fisting herself or ramming her hidden, well used three inch thick Red Oak branch deep into the still starving, stinking grotto. A cool wash down in the nearby perennial stream would wash away all evidence of the obscene, vile deed. Now she was between Dee's horribly splayed legs. Dee seeing Annie calmed her violent oral emanations slightly. Her eyes communicated pure unadulterated agony and despair. Each suffering tit now hung at least 36 inches under the weight of five gallons of burning acid. The swelling was massive and it seemed as if several hugely bloated blood vessels would surely rupture. The areolas had expanded to the size of over inflated footballs. The nipples had expanded to over two inches thick. It was the largest volume of liquid that Rhea had ever injected into one of her sluts. Dee was informed that the acid would be drained only after Annie had successfully head fucked her. Dee's eyes but distinct mumbling redeclared her abject hideous agony and total dependence and relief from Annie. Annie sobbed anew as she read the pitifully visual plea. Her tits were connected to the electrical device at the same time that her head was greased and saturated with the plenteous supply of Dee's slippery outpourings. It was a concession very rarely allowed by Rhea. Dee's still iron rigid clit was released from the tongue bondage. "OH God in heaven, please help me Annie. My back is broken I'm sure and the... the... Argggg...the acid is boiling me alive. Mercyfulllll GODDD!! please get your head in my pussy. Rupture me! NOW! Yieeeee, DO IT!!!. Dee was quickly silenced when a three pound weight was attached to her tongue ring. Her tongue stretched downward four inches. "Dhhhhithhhh eeeesssee, urghhhh... Ghaaaddd!!" Annie's anus was quickly inserted with an expanding ribbed dildo which was pumped to over three inches in width. She could easily accommodate more but for the stake in her now bleeding pussy. A pair of transparent hoses was attached to the Y shaped receptacle which protruded from the center of the dildo. The other ends of the tubes were inserted into a similar Y shaped valve (now in the Off position) that was attached to both of the tubes that fed Dee's suffering milk sacs. Miniature pumps were also attached to force the vile liquid up into Annie's ass if she succeeded in her task. Annie was instructed to deep throat Dee's nine inch clit for ten minutes before beginning the sordid and revolting colossal coitus. Dee shook and quivered. She spied her prehensile toes which danced in ways never before witnessed by even herself. Annie immediately felt a slightly deeper probing from the monster clit. Dee's foot fetish was still at the ever ready despite her gruesome circumstances. Sweat and slimy cream oozed and gushed from Dee's spastic cunt meat. The ever confident and libido anarchist Annie was then instructed to begin her silly but demanding task. She had no doubt that she would succeed. It was a deed that would provide mutual benefit to her and her most beloved friend and lover. She quickly engulfed her entire face to the ears in the syrupy mass between Dee even wider stretched outer lips. Then by placing each of her fingers and thumbs in the rings decorating Dee's inner lips, pulled violently outward, stretching the super rubbery flesh so extremely that she was able to bring both pairs together behind her head. This produced a rather equal pressure against her head, forcing it forward even more. Annie pushed onward, bending her slippery head downward some to affect entrance of her skull. Her face was already buried to the chin. She snorted heavily in and out of the oxygen catheter that had been inserted into her nostrils. The thin green tubing supplied her well... She could hear Dee's gruntal heaves and dog-like barks as her ears began the inward journey. This meant that Annie's seven inch skull width had been attained. All that remained was the crown of her upper skull and scalp. Thunk! Dee's pubic bone and thick clit had suddenly hindered progress at the upper end of her abject and grossly extended vulva and vaginal entrance. The unyielding bone forced Annie's head to gouge more entrance at the sides and lower portion of the ungodly hole. There was no more stretch left in Dee's elephantine cunt. Annie screamed in paralyzing rigidity as the first blast of current entered her nipples. It permeated her being and all expectations of what she perceived it would be. Rhea had cut her no slack. The current was so high that her breath left her and her nipples were actually singed. It lasted ten seconds. She now plowed ahead with ruthless purpose and unfound strength. "Mother fucker!! That not going to happen again. Fuck her, Fuck Dee. God almighty that's pain I do not need or want. OH poor Deanna, I'm going to rupture this greasy offal of a cunt right now. Sorry." But before she shoved with her ultimate last effort the current assaulted her with greater intensity and duration. "YAAAAA!!! SPLUTTTT.. GHAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" she intoned for thirty seconds. Wisps of curly blue smoke drifted up from her burnt erect milk spouts. She heaved forward with such intensity that her entire head lodged well within Dee's suddenly ruptured vagina. Dee's perineum gave way with a 3/4 inch tear. More painfully, were the 1/8 and even 1/4 inch tears in her vagina. Blood seeped around Annie's matted hair and compressed face. "SHITTTTTTTTTT!!!!!, GHAAAAAAAaaaaaa, cock sucking, bitch in heat Rhea. It's over, ahhhhhh, shit she has burnt my nipples off. FUCK YOU, you sadistic bitch beauty. You too, Deanna you over sexed, monkey toed, cow cunt pain slut. BITCHES, FUCKING Bitches. Jesus, I'm hurt. You fucking hurt me." She regained her senses after a half a minute more. It suddenly dawned on Annie that Rhea realized with her practiced eye, that despite her most Herculean efforts she would never get her head in Dee's cunt without help. Thus the electrical assist. Annie quickly did her part by twisting her head sideways and up and down to the extent possible. She smiled inwardly. This was now a delight, despite the fact that she could feel the vibrations of Dee's screams and muscles contracting and heaving revolt to the pain. As she twisted and head/face fucked her dear friend with renewed vigor, Annie reached up with both hands seeking what she assumed had to assuredly be a soft and reposed clit. "Well, fuck you and your presumptive nature Ms genius Annie Blithman". What she quickly found was a clit so swollen from the pressure and erotic circumstances that it over filled both of her hands to the extent that she could not get her small hands completely around it. She jerked and twisted it as she maintained her ordered head fuck. Suddenly, she felt the rapid rush of warm liquid in her ass at the same instant that the splintered stake was violently jerked from her injured cunt. It elicited her most painful screech of the night.The acid continued onward and upward, at first only warm but heating her upper colon as it maintained its skin scorching presence. The ridged dildo was inflated to the width of a two liter cola bottle as she began to swell with the burning volume. Too soon she felt the first pangs of cramping from the extreme volume which in her case and long history of severe enemas to date, did not begin until she had absorbed about five quarts. She began to quiver as the burning and volume intensified even more. The dildo was inflated to the final width of a three liter bottle. She had accommodated both of Dee's rather large arms far up her ass but this was almost more than even she could stretch. The $300 specially designed pump performed flawlessly. Two gallons had been pumped into the anal 'innards. She shivered and began to gag in protest. Still it flowed on relentless as the tides of Half Moon Bay. OHH God no more! No more! surely they do not intend to pump the entire 10 gallons in me. Its absolutely impossible. Ohhh! Oh please dear Rhea let me live and serve. Annie removed her hands from Dee's still rigid clit and felt her abdomen. It felt at the maxed out extent she feared. Indeed it was at the largest ever. But still the river of acid continued. Now she was burning worse than the two quarts of pot heated analgesic she had once self-administered during her second year of Med. school. Her brilliance, genius intellect, and help from a BD/SM experienced proctologist were all that enabled her to catch up after a weeks absence from classes. This dose of acid which still raped every crevice of her sensitive GI tract, was now twice as worse. She began screaming incoherently as she pulled her head from Dee's torn pussy. Her face, head and fiery red hair were swathed in blood and yellowish-white pussy lubricant. A fleeting coherent glance at Dee's face revealed a look of horror and utmost sexual intensity as Dee began a violent orgasm on having her cunt torn even more at the violent withdrawal of Annie's head and the strange and new reflection of agonized ecstasy on Annies face. Annie was in the throes of extremely annihilating cramping, burning intensity and volumetric pressure and fullness as the liquid fire continued to fill her dangerously. It was so painful - and erotic - that she was totally speechless. She could only stare at Rhea who stood nude on spread legs as an in-house slut worked at her cunt, one worked at each huge nipple-erect tit and one ate from her narrow ass. One hand was on her hip and the other worked at the four inch clit that her radical hormones had grown before being pinched off by medication; the same medication that would help Dee but was being withheld. She was in complete control of the room's events and herself. She nodded yes in response to the worried, quizzical look from the slave who controlled the flow of acid in Annies near rupturing ass. Annie stared in bug-eyed total helplessness at Rhea, communicating her absolute knowledge and acceptance that Rhea controlled her fate and very existence now. She vomited as the fires raged and another two quarts filled her. Her abdomen had swollen to an extent beyond her sick imagination. Her navel had now completely inverted, growing longer and thicker as the internal flesh that filled it expanded with new fluid. The lower contours of her belly overlapped her cunt and rested on her thighs. It raged far out beyond her burnt nipples. Finally the sheer weight of twelve quarts of liquid (24 pounds) drove her to her knees. Again she vomited as another quart litterally forced up the contents of her stomach. Two more quarts began to adversely affect her breathing. She began to feel faint as the fire reached a maximum intensity and the last quart was administered as Rhea nodded a halt to the affair. Annie could barely breathe as the dildo was pumped up an additional 1/2 inch, causing her anus to finally give up the ghost and began splitting with small tears all around the bloodless perimeter. Rhea had walked over and stood astride the miniature slut. Annie, looked up at the bare pulsating large cunt above her. A thick wad of cream oozed out. Through the buzz in her ears Annies heard her Mistress declare "it's all yours my wee little oralist. Drink it and cum. As you do I will add another quart. You will not die. You will instead continue to cum as I ejaculate and piss your dessert in your very receptive mouth. When I am finished your liquid anal main course will be released and all will be well for both you and your deep cunted friend." Annie began to to cum immediately as Rhea's vagina began contracting gouts of thick vaginal roux on to her face and into her mouth. Rhea began screaming out her own orgasmic release as she began a full two minute held back piss into the scavenger sluts mouth. Annie even grabbed her crispy but non-permanently injured nipples and stretched them a full four inches. before falling to the floor with 34 ounces of her mistresses' urine in her stomach and the most hard won but satisfying orgasm of her life. One day, in her most fondest dreams, maybe her Mistress would allow her to be her personal toilet for a whole week without benefit of one bite of regular food. Yum! she thought as the burning acid was flushed from her ass with multiple quarts of very alkaline solutions. Still it would take over a week for both she and Dee to recuperate, happily so however. Rhea in a rare moment of satisfaction and benevolence allowed each to share the same bed for the first two days and the same cage for the remaining six days of recovery. Dee was let down and made to immediately stagger on very bowed legs to the infirmary. Her massive still internally red hot mams bounced and rolled off of her hips and upper thighs, so huge had they grown. More disturbing was the current six inch bleeding open gash of her further enlarged cunt hole. It would close up some in time but likely would remain at least four inches in girth before being further expanded by the sordid instruments of Rhea's mind and laboratories. Even more amazing was the still rigid expanse of Dee's clit. It seemed to be an almost permanent erection to her total sluttish mindset and need for attention. It was becoming a case of satyrism. Permanent, increasingly painful erection even after release but worse without it. Rhea shook her head in renewed wonderment of this special slave and winked in recognition of the many wanton treatments she would administer to enhance Dee's body and future. -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. 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