Dee's Tao - The Way Of An Anatomically Challenged Masochist

Chapter Seven Masochistic maturation (flesh-eating board and the 1949 rod of terror)

Dee's Tao
CHAPTER SEVEN
  Masochistic maturation (flesh-eating board and the 1949 rod of terror)

Dee's eyes widened as she stood on nervous wobbly legs next to the bench. A sharp gasp was
followed by a piercing scream after she noted what stood on the bench. "Noooooo!! God in
heaven, do not do this Mama. Fucking pity sake, you are trying to kill me. You hate me.
You must. I will not do it. Fuck you. Fuck you to mother fucking, goddamn, shithouse hell.
You're insane. HELP! God in heaven HELPPP!!". Dee turned to run, but was immediately
knocked to her knees by a blow across her undulating ass with a three-foot long, 2x6-inch
board, that had a 12-inch handle. It possessed a dozen stainless steel nails arranged
along the outer two feet. Each protruded over two horrible inches. Six were now slippery
with a coating of Dee's fear spilled blood. She was so shocked and injured by the blow
that she insanely scurried across the room on skinned knees, crashing into the splintery
wall with a force so strong that her massively swollen tits folded around her back. She
bounced backwards in a crumpled, spastic heap, screeching insanely at the ceaseless agony
in her ass.

She instinctively grabbed at her rotund bleeding rump with tacked hands and wrists. She
screeched louder and bowed her back, as over two dozen of the sharp little furies invaded
the suffering flesh. She was in a hopeless pain wracked panic. Her short-circuiting
neurons told her to grab and soothe. The real world reality was an additional two dozen
small punctures. Suddenly, she slid back along the rough floor over a foot, in response to
a vicious kick to her crotch, that resulted in her mother's loafered foot wedging itself
in as far as the heel. The shoe remained, as her mother withdrew her foot and rammed her
other foot into Dee's now quaking cunt.The force was equal to the first blow. It drove the
first shoe completely into Dee's oily cunt. Another furious kick drove the size 10-demon
inward an additional four inches. Dee convulsed forward with a high C screech, followed by
pitiful rasping moans. Again, she instinctively grabs at the site of the newer more
agonizing malaise.

The result of the thumbtack cunt-handshake is an appalling, even higher pitched cacophony
of shrieks and howls. The pain is so intense that she grabs, and claws at the blood and
slime coated swollen lips and clit in a frenzy of shocked injury. She now realizes that no
hair means, no protection. Sharp tips dig in the smooth skin in as she twists, clenches
and scrambles the loose and bloated flesh in a pre-orgasmic frenzy.

Blood spurts in small fountains. Cunt cream spurts out in short, hand-compressed arcs. She
shudders, and squeezing as tight as she can, musheing up her mangled vulva in a paralyzing
grip as her eyes, roll back in their sockets. She goes catatonic, as the very intense
climax begins. The shoe slowly slides out under her hands, which have a tenacious death
grip on her vibrating clit and bald upper cunt lips. The shoe is covered in a thick
frosting of slippery mucus. The inside of the leather foot garment is half full of Dee's
viscous foul cream.

Dee's mother is unable to remove Dee's assaulting hands. Thick effusions of the ubiquitous
oil spill and spurt out, covering Dee's thighs and her mother's hands and wrist. Dee
begins to gurgle and cough her way back to consciousness. Her eyes flutter open, to
immediately bulge outward like a carnival freak's. She has just received a searing
traumatic kick to her left tit. Another assaults her right tit. Her body reacts in
unconscious fury as she raises to a sitting position immediately. The huge bloodied dugs
spread across and beside her lap. Both nipples protrude along the wet floor. A small strip
of torn skin is stretched several inches from the right nipple, having been pierced by a
large sharp splinter when the thirty-five pound monsters slid off her thigh onto the
floor. Her face is a mask of unmitigated, appalling horror. "Ghaahhaaaa! Unggg... Urrggg,
spluttt, thappp"... she splutters and spits trying to plead for the murder to stop.
Splatttt... an unimaginable hurt tears across her shoulders with such an agonizing force
that her entire body leaps up from the floor several inches. She is being beaten with the
bicycle chains.

"Goddamn you, you shit-faced, cum gobbling, fucking little bitch-whore. You will fucking
damn well regret that you talked to me like that. You DARE to call me insane. You with the
need to eat your own cunt cream, while ramming an arm up you bottomless hole to the elbow.
A sixteen-year-old who spurts slimy juices all over the bedroom and has to sleep on rubber
sheets. A fucking little pain- whore who chews her tits bloody while twisting her
clit-dick with a pair of rusty pliers. I have seen you do it Deanna. You with the pins in
your tits and the candle burns on your nipples. I was horrified with ignorant fear and
denial. Now I understand and will prove much more inventive than you can imagine. But!
don't you dare even consider calling me insane you slimy bucket of hog vomit."

SLAMM.. The chains crash against the top of Dee's floor-compressed ass. She flies forward
over a foot, ripping the loose flap of splinter-captured nipple skin from its natural
mooring. Dee screeches. Her tacked fingers convulse, contort and grasp the empty but
increasingly fetid air. She desperately needs to hold and soothe her multiple hurts.  
"And worse, you Goddamn well have the unmitigated gall to tell me to get fucked. Jesus
Christ Deanna, you do not know what a disastrous first rate, turd-sucking mistake that
was. You possum fucking cunt; FUCKING... COW-CUNT... FUCK-FACED... SHITHOUSE... WHORE,"
her mother screamed in cadence. "You are the one who's gonna get fucked. In fact, you will
be so thoroughly, deeply, widely and sharply fucked that your cunt-seeking arm will be
less satisfying than your little finger. Now get your rotten, defiant, soggy ass up and
bend over. Don't talk. Do not beg. Do not make a sound; not a fucking squeak. Bend your
shitty ass over and put your fingers under your monkey toes. Quit grunting and move your
ridiculous udders to the side. DO IT DEANNA!! Now!

Deanna was in total, mind rutting fear of what she had done and the unknown consequences
thereof. She began bawling. Slammm... the nail-studded board crashed down, driving ten
spikes, two inches into the already slashed and bruised center of her horribly abused rump
meat. She screeched and fell forward.   Deanna's mother was red-faced livid as she
screamed "You are just not going to do as I say are you bitch? I told you to shut the hell
up. Instead, you start up with your caterwauling and then scream loud enough to break
glass when I give you a one-handed pop with the board. You little pig-shit for brains, how
do you think it will feel when I give you a full force two handed smash? Now get your
fingers under your toes and keep your mouth shut. You are getting ten strokes for cumming
when absolutely forbidden to do so. You are such a selfish cunt-dribbling slut Deanna. For
sounding off when I explicitly instructed you not to, you will get an additional five. You
may not utter one peep until after the fifth stroke. I expect even you will need to scream
by then, because I intend to swing this sweetheart as hard as I can. If it knocks you down
keep your mouth shut and resume the position. If you leak out one small squeak, I will add
five more. Here this will help." She crams over half of the still soaked and half-full
shoe in Dee's wide mouth. Dee's tongue is plastered to the bottom of her mouth as her gag
reflex relaxes. Thick, sour, cunt cream dribbles out of the shoe and into her gasping
throat. Despite her increasingly serious circumstances, she relishes the taste as well as
the palatable terror she is experiencing.

Dee forces her preposterous udders aside and easily interlocks her long slender fingers
with her almost equally lengthy and angular toes. Despite the tacks, it was almost as
erotic as stroking her pussy. A small amount of bleeding issued from several punctures
between her toes and the balls of her feet.. She began to seep from within her cunt
immediately. She was stiff legged and holding her breath in anticipation of the depraved
horror she knew was forthcoming.

Gravity had elongated her massive tits to a partial floor-resting mound of soft pliable
flesh. She had a very close view and shrieked silently at their increased tumescence. The
corpulent areolas were so swollen, that the dozens of papilla that populated its surface
were equal in size to a normal sized nipple. The nipples were obscene. The day's beatings,
falls, and Dee's almost constant state of sluttish arousal had caused them to bloat out to
an unimaginable size, even by Dee's standards. She painted a mental image of them that she
would never forget and began dribbling in earnest.   The slime began running down her legs
in a constant flow, when she noted that many of the numerous light blue veins that
meandered in and around her abused breast, were now dark blue and noticeably raised above
the surface of each massacred breast. They were as thick as pencils in a few places,
especially in the vicinity of, and throughout her very dark-red areola. They were cartoon
tits in appearance but oh, so agonizingly real in their heft, pain and lacerated, bloody,
seepage onto the floor. Dee's mother noted the new drainage from the swollen, seriously
injured vulva. She intended to injure it much more gravely before the night was over. She
was sincerely pissed at Dee and would see to it that she was a shredded wreck before
sunrise.

She gripped the board tightly with both hands and swung it in a wide powerful arc, pulling
it towards the broad, fleshy, welted and bruised rump, much like an experienced golfer
strokes with a club, as opposed to merely swinging it. It resulted in maximum thrust and
impact on the soggy, blister dripping mass. The sound on impact was as loud as a rifle
shot. Dee was punctured to a full two-inch depth across the bottom arch of her ass by each
of the dozen nails. It knocked her ten feet forward, driving her bent back into the
opposite wall. Her tits bounced along the rough floor behind her. The pain was so intense
that it was actually numb for a few seconds afterward. Her lungs emptied. The shoe flew
out in front of her. Eyes bulging, she begins to experience the worse agony of this insane
day. It sears her entire being, intensifying around each of the deep and bleeding
punctures and the six- inch wide weal that was the result of the board's deep compressing
penetration.

Dee's agony is so intense that she temporally loses her mind and memory. She begins to
splutter and spit in an attempt to regain her breath and scream off some of the torturous
agony. Finally, she begins howling and pissing at the same time. It truly is the most
inhuman shriek she has ever spit forth. It continues at higher octaves, until it
disappears when the over active diaphragm and lungs have nothing left to work with. She
automatically sucks in more air and continues screeching for over a minute, withering and
flopping on the floor like a newly landed tuna.

It was a supremely severe blow with very damaging consequences. Each of the dozen
punctures is evidenced by a raised, boil-like protrusion at the surface of the swelling
tub of lacerated and bruised ass flesh. Each leaks a small dribble of blood and body
plasma that drips onto the back of her quivering legs and down to the slippery floor. She
tears miniature bloody troughs across the lower expanse of her expanding rump, in a vain
attempt to soothe the burning agony. Boiling grease would have been more comforting.

The blow has dual results. It produces unprecedented and unbelievable agony. It also
consummates the relationship between pain, agony and humiliation and Dee's masochistic
nature. That nature is now as deep seated, relevant and penetrating as the boiling magma
of the earth's mantel. Any empty brain matter that constituted the sexual/suffering part
of her being, has now been topped off with the fuel required to feed her rapacious need to
suffer. It will also be the driving force behind the evolution of her livid lust. No more
doubts, and empirical or emotional circumstances will interrupt this final maturation of
her masochism.

The horrible pain that has been distilling itself throughout her entire body, now begins
an unaltered course to the gray matter that dictatorially resides over her slathering
cunt. She begins experiencing an altogether new burning vibrancy in the core of her sodden
but firey hole. It is of such an intensity, that changes in her consciousness and
continence occur instantly. A new Deanna Winston has been birthed into a mostly ignorant
but very responsive world. She will have much to do with how the responses are perceived
and deployed. Of greater importance, she will be the final arbiter of how the rest of the
world will use and abuse her.

Her agonizing scream is suddenly choked off by a low moaning growl. She is on her hands
and knees. Her pupils began a slow return to their proper place as she lifts her sweat and
tear dripping face to look her mother in the face. The gruntal sounds continue as she
stares at her mother in a series of unprecedented facial contortions, that finally freeze,
in a mask of utter horror and unmitigated carnal fervor. Her mother instantly understands.
The message is so vivid, and intense that she drops the board and gaspingly begins to sob.
It ignites her warming pussy to an instantaneous white-hot fury. She quickly rips off her
clothes and stands naked in front of her continuously moaning daughter for the first time
in ten years. Not a wisp of embarrassment resides in the room. The metamorphosis of this
very special mother and daughter union is complete.

Her long fingered hands quickly travel downward to fill the wide, expansive and heavily
furred crack of her dripping cunt. It is not a subtle masturbation. Her thumb sized hermit
clit emerges fully for the first time in almost twenty years. She screams as her grasping
fingers glance off it blindly. Her lust is heightened as she notices Dee's crazed lusting
stare, when she begins stroking the nub with conscious intensity.

As the first orgasm in over twenty years approaches, she gaps her legs open in a squatting
stance. Soon, she is driven to her knees. Her expansive hips begin to gyrate at a fast
pace. Her large tits roll and bounce off her torso. She begins actually bucking and
producing begging groans and short screeches as she nears the most beautiful orgasm
experienced by anyone in the County during the last several years. Both hands are a blur.
One attempts to invade the willing but still very tight, long unused vagina, while the
other stretches and mauls the swollen accepting clit. Her utterances are truly those of a
most deserving woman's imminent pleasure. They take on a pleading, desperate tone,
evolving into gasps and squeaks of rapture being finalized and completed. Oily effusions
dribble between her fingers and down her thighs as she screams out the final cunt induced
crescendo.

The long awaited and fulfilled shock waves of her pleasure ebb and flow for several
minutes, gradually diminishing to the point that she slowly regains an awareness of her
surroundings.

As she takes a deep replenishing breath and begins to rise to her feet, Dee's mother notes
an eerie, low gurgling and moaning sound. It is Dee. She is still in the throes of her
final masochistic graduation. She is temporally demented with a total unconscious focus to
be utterly destroyed if necessary. She must achieve just a token of release from the
pent-up hellish arousal that was released when the nail studded board blasted her torn and
bloody ass. It penetrated her ass and mind, purging her of any lingering doubts about her
true nature. Dee was now a total and unequivocal pain-loving, harm-requiring young woman.

She was on her knees, her ruined rump pushed high and undulating in a series of dry-fuck
humps and rotations. By any measurement that could be applied she would score at the
highest level of pain- tolerence of any woman that has been "blessed" with the need to
suffer. It is just as well, because she is about to receive the worse of the night's
torments.

As Dee gurgles, moans and mews, her mother notes that she is also cleaning the board and
nails of the horrid residue of bits of skin and blood. Each nail is given a total
cleansing with wet slurps and the snake-like slathering of her long busy tongue. Dee is
unresponsive to her mother's demands that she rise and assume the position for another
butt annihilating blow from the board. Still completely nude, her mother grabs Dee by the
hair and drags her to the water drum. Dee is so torn and bloody that she leaves a constant
trail of smeared blood, sweat, pus and vaginal dripping behind her.

Her mother easily jerks Dee to her feet and plunges her head into the water. She holds
Dee's head under until bubbles began to rise to the surface. She keeps her under an extra
twenty seconds, at which point Dee begins a conscious and vigorous struggle to get out.
Her head is jerked out viciously, accompanied by heaving coughs and sputtering spasms. No
sooner is she able to partially replenish her starving lungs, than mom thrusts her head
back in. Dee again, begins a violent half- submerged water ballet of powerful kicks, torso
twist and flaying arms. She is given much too brief gagging relief, before the process is
repeated three more times.

At the end of the fifth submergence, Dee is able to secure a permanent hold around her
mother's naked waist. Being conscious enough not to prick her mother with even a single
tack, she clings as desperately as a drowning sailor would to a rescuing dingy. Coughing
and spewing water with violent heaves of her lungs; she implores her mother to stop trying
to drown her.

"Enough mama, please, I will drown, please, I will do absolutely what you say." "One more
time you self centered little bitch," her mother spits out. "When I speak to you, I demand
immediate and obedient attention, not an exhibition of how you greedily tune in to your
rotten boiling cunt. I am your owner you fucking freak, not that oily, leaking cauldron
between your thighs. Now stick your ratty head and shoulders in the water and do not, I
say DO NOT, lift it out until I have finished giving you 25 slashes of this little goody."

Though somewhat sobered from the raging demands of her still leaky cunt, Dee was willing
to take on whatever abuse was required by her owner/mother. She was still under the
anarchical dictates of her newly nourished pain and pleasure centers. She was striving for
her own pleasure and damn the consequences. It was ultimate self-indulgence and she would
soon regret it. Her mother knew exactly what was occurring and intended that Dee would
start immediately, the lesson that her own pleasure was secondary to the lessons being
promoted that day.

"You may lift your head only after I have completed the 25 Deanna. That means you will
have to keep count yourself. If you lift out prematurely, you will receive an additional
five for each incorrectly counted stroke." Dee shuddered, wondering how long her mother
would take and fearful that she would panic and lose count or raise her head too soon.

She walked slowly to the drum, her wet tits rebounding off each other and against her
abdomen with loud slaps and watery smacks. The submerging had resulted in a partial
rinsing of her torso. Over two hundred cuts, welts and lesions were visible just on the
front of her horribly abused body. Most were still seeping small amounts of blood and
other fluids. She was so swollen from the beatings and so intensely, erotically fine-tuned
and horny, that her once, simply huge areola were now swollen to a massive size.
Excessivly thick veins meandered throughout the now purple, four-inch thick, six inch wide
puffies. Her excited nipples were at maximum erection, so huge that they actually bobbed
up and down a bit. They leaked small drops and dribbles of body plasma from the over
abused interior of her breast.

Most of the plasma that leaked out of the slices and holes in Dee's still sexually charged
body was fat in various stages of liquid transfer, collagen, simple water, and
interstitial (between the tissue and organs) fluids. Her breast were, by their very
nature, a perfect vehicle for transporting the increasing volume of fluids that resulted
from the severe internal trauma they had received.

Except for their massive hypertrophied condition, Dee's breast anatomy is the same as any
other woman's. Each breast is divided into lobes, like bunches of grapes, where milk is
produced. Each of these contains 15-25 ducts or tubes to conduct the milk towards the
nipple. The lobes are made up of glandular tissue, each of which is sub-divided into
lobules (or 'grapes'). Each duct widens on its way to the nipple to form a collecting sac,
where the milk (when lactating) gathers before it is expressed. Collagen, the connective
tissue, acts as a packing material, supporting the glands. This glandular tissue is
surrounded by fat and it is the fat that largely determins the size and shape of the
breast. Thus, Dee's internally ruptured bags were able to release some of the fluids via
the natural pathway of the ducts. Dee had no way of knowing that her sacs were still
subject to a more focused and ghastly treatment. Her tit fluids fluids might well even
spurt from the quivering, rigid, fleshy faucets before the night horrors were concluded.

Though her cunt was still a hot churning knot of unfulfilled release, she still began to
whimper with the knowledge that she would never be able to keep correct count of the
strokes or keep her head under as long as necessary. She was absolutely correct. Her
mother had broken the antenna off of the long expired 1949 Ford coupe that, because of the
ubiquitous chickens, mice and occasional snake, rested only in partial peace besides the
barn. It hurt like hell each time it stung its way across her ass, back, legs and wildly
swaying tits. However, it was not a deadly instrument of abuse. Though swung with heavy
force by her mother, it was simply not up to the job of squeezing her through the
bottleneck that her gaping, vaginal slop-pit and matured masochism now demanded. Instead,
it served to keep her orgasmically incontinent. She was in absolute torment.

She originally lost count at twenty, jerking her sputtering head out and coughing out "...
twentt.yy- fff.iveee, splutt, cough, sob... ohhh... god." "That's twenty-five more you owe
me Deanna. Now, that's a total of 50, when added to the twenty you already received and
the five you still owe me. Now get your fuck-faced head back in there and get it right
this time. If you don't, I'll keep it up until this skinny little devil rod flays you into
a thousand pieces."

The second time Dee lost count at twenty again. She was almost totally devoid of any
reasoning power or concentration. Her mother knew this. She also knew that Dee was going
temporally insane in her need to achieve even a modicum of release from her raging sexual
frustration. Now she was to receive an additional 15x5 (75) plus the 25 still not
administered. It was now a silly, tormenting charade. After several permutations and many
sputtering shrieks for release, Dee owed her mother 600 strokes. She had received 128.
Each left a severe thin welt, accompanied by a keen shard of unfulfilling pain.

"... Merrr... merrr... cy, merciful ghh... ghhh..God, God-in-heaven, Mama, please,
pleessee, help me cum... mm... mm. Ahhhh... fuckk, eeeeiiee, unhh, mmmrghh, hell... p
meee, it huurts... urrrghh,urrrghh..., my cunt, ohhh, Mama, my cunt is on fire, ahhh..
ERRRGHIIEE, put it outtt... AHHUUGHH, splutter... PUT IT OUTT!!"

In her demented effort to achieve release, Dee arches her body high, supported only by her
shoulders and straining toes. She spreads her legs wide, to expose her horrid slop bucket
of a gaping cunt to the direct caress of the indestructible, ever-flexible rod. Her cunt
is an obscene ugly maw of exquisitely hairless flopping lips, jerking clit and yawning,
gasping vagina. She pictures her own bald cunt as she proffers it for mindless beating and
she dimly accepts that from this moment on, she will never allow any protective hair
cushion to grow again. Dee's pussy is not longer just another female organ, it is now
primarily a recipient for ever worsening torment, and it must be kept groomed and naked
towards that end. Realizing this makes her shudder in eager anticipation. Sweat, blood,
and thick smelly pit-pus seep out of every internal and external pore. A thick half pint
of the sludge is rudely and flatulently ejected with a loud five-second long wet farting
sound.

Whisss... slattttt, "iiiiiiiieeeeeee... urrrghh" The wispy 1949 torture device slashes
across her quivering right lip. "Iiiiieeeeee, urghhh" she screeches as she archs higher,
and spreads even wider. Whissh, slashhh, whisshhh, thizzzzz, slackkkk, jishhhh, slashhh,
whizzz, sizzzzz, whishhhh, thackkk, whisshhh. A dozen vicious blows cut her to pieces.
After a dozen more she begins to quiver and screech continuously. At 75 -each of which
have assaulted only her still sputtering cunt- she looses her arch. Now she is receiving
over 50 cuts a minute, across the full expanse of her jerking and convulsing body. She
bounces and flops twenty feet across the room. Piss mixes with the pussy oil, sweat and
blood to spray her mother's feet and lower legs, as well as the surrounding walls and
floor. After three minutes, she makes a final ehausted effort to roll over on her back and
spread eagle herself for more. After two more minutes, her mother becomes exhausted and
ceases. Dee has been howling and screaming constantly, partially from the electrifying
pain and most particularly from the frustrating inability to cum. The 300-plus blows have
only added fuel to her out of control fire.