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.
