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

Chapter Five Barefoot Torture Trek (Ruptured Urethra, Pet Rock and Cunt Cramping Orgasmic Denial)

Dee's Tao
Chapter Five
  Barefoot Torture Trek (Ruptured Urethra, Pet Rock and Cunt Cramping Orgasmic Denial)

Dee was an absolute horrible mess. A more pitiful scene could not be drawn from Dante's
Inferno. Her now deep red severely sunburned skin was crawling with a myriad of rapacious,
sucking, biting insects. Their torturous bites were worse than the raging heat permeating
her body. At least it was being subsumed by her entire body. The insect bites - some of
which were as bad as hornet stings - were suffered without the ability to even twitch a
local muscle let alone touch or scratch. This was a torment that could easily drive the
strongest individual insane. Dee's incredible strength had barely carried her this far
during the last three agonizing hours. She was near her end and would soon pass out if
some kind of relief was not quickly forthcoming. Her obscene clit had managed to expand
another incredible 1/2 inch in length, as a result of the numerous insect bites it had
endured and the addition of more blood pumped in by her masochistic circumstances. It
raged up and down in irregular wet slaps against her pubes and stomach, where of course,
there were fewer insect bites. Her toes, having endured an almost constant but futile
three hour wiggling, contorted march to relieve her agony, were now cramped in a variety
of painful paralyzed angles and shapes.

Paradoxically, her first relief was administered by the blinding agony of the hickory
stick across her massive tits. It was so sudden and intense that all-previous suffering
was temporally null and void, until the almost bleeding welts began to cool down. She
whimpered inwardly as the heat of the still raging sun and the six-legged critters from
hell drove her towards unconsciouness. Her second relief began as her mother undid her
severe bondage.

All bindings were undone. Dee was so painfully cramped that she remained rigid in her
splayed out position. She was only able to slightly move her fingers and hands as her
mother restretched the temporally relieved large cunt lips back down her thighs, tying
them tightly to her thighs, with the leather cord, in a slightly less stretched manner
than before. Her thick still wire-sewed inner lips dangled down in the muddy dirt. Twat
slime still oozed slightly between the crude sutures. Blood from numerous horse fly bites
flowed across their twisted convoluted surface, turning the surrounding light brown mud
into a light vermilion hue.

Because Dee was severely cramped and unable to move in a significant manner, her mother
took her by the arms and simply rotated her around her 90 degree splayed-out legs, ass and
inner cunt lips to an ass upward position. She then reached under Dee and pulled her
tightly swollen boob bags out to the side. This enabled Dee to lay closer to the ground
and also exposed the injured orbs to a larger surface area for roasting by the sun. Dee
blew a froth in the bucket at the hideously sharp burning assault on the tendons, muscles
and cartilage of her cramped and pain-twisted body.

"Listen to me carefully Dee. I will only say this once. We still have at least three hours
of good heat. I want your back to be as well tenderized as your front. We will stay here
four hours to insure the late day sun does a thorough job. You will not be tied down. You
will lie as you are. However, listen now, you little cunt mauler. You will absolutely
remain completely still as you bake in the sun. If you so much as twitch a toe or an ass
cheek I will slam this rod across an unsuspecting part of your freak anatomy with enough
force as to likely draw blood. You will of course, jump in response. You get that one
reaction. If you are moving in the slightest way after three seconds I will bash you
again. Now we both know you cannot remain still for four hours in the raging sun while
being eaten alive by all these insects. I have several cans of repellent before me. You
will receive one quick spray to a small part of your body for every half-hour you can
remain completely motionless. I will happily dispense it, if you can." Dee groaned
inwardly. Already her legs and arms were beginning to rebound into a looser, less tense
position. She would be forced to keep them tense on her own. Tears began to flow down her
dirty pock marked chin. Her chin rested in the dirt as she gazed straight ahead. Her
sweat-muddy feet and toes pointed outward, denied permission to produce even a tiny
wiggle. Her still pain-slut-rigid clit was mashed outward on the ground beyond her rotund
ass cheeks. The sutured inner lips were so large and droopy that they draped over the
upper portion of the swollen appendage, glossing it with a constant dribble of vaginal
oil.

All was quiet except the distant clatter of crows and the increasingly loud drone of
insects. Dee quivered inwardly. Two horse flies bit her almost simultaneously; one on the
ass and one on the shoulder. Even though she had already experienced the excruciating
stabs hundreds of times so far, each new one was equally sudden and painful. Her shoulder
twitched. Whappp!! "JESUS, SHITT!!" "FUCK ME, NOT AGAIN, NOT AGAIN, gotta stay still." Her
toes curled unconsciously. WHAACKKK!! Mom had a good eye. "MOTHER FFFUCKERRR! STOP MAMA,
STOPPP, NO MOREE, fuck, SHITTFUCKK!!, STOP!!!" Dee sucked in all the control, endurance
and conscious effort required not to move or twitch one iota. She must have succeeded. No
more blows arrived. The bucket vibrated with liquid churning within. She sucked for needed
replenishment and some micro-relief from the horrid slashes. Her teeth gnashed at the
mouth insert of the rubber tube. Her upper back and lower ass were now marked with a
12-inch long livid welt. The one on her back seeped a few drops of blood.

The insects continued to torment her as they feasted on her vital fluids. The earth served
as her solid spit as it continued its slow thousand mile per hour rotation under the
blazing intensity of Sir Sol. Dee held tight, exerting a conscious and unconscious
strength against her excruciating ordeal. She basted in her own sweat, adding yet another
ingredient to her teeth grinding agony.

Shhhishh. She almost jumped. She had received a short blast of the insect repellent on a
tiny portion of the small of her back. Relief was almost nonexistent. It only served to
displace those bugs to new places, thus adding to the density of their numbers on her
suffering skin. She endured. Shhhisshh. Another dose to the back of her right thigh. The
micro varmints regrouped. It had been a little over an hour now. She began to feel the
toasting effect of the UV rays.

The whole affair was fast becoming more than she could bear. She had suffered with almost
inhuman endurance. She sucked, blew and prayed. It was to no avail. At nearly an hour and
a half a large particularly voracious horse fly bit down hard on her protruding rigid
nipple. Her fingers clawed the dirt as she screamed silently. THWACKKK! The rod digs over
a half inch in the center of her now huge up-thrust ass. Her head jerks up as her toes
whirl. The toes go silent quick enough but the head is a nano-second too late. SMASH!!! A
particularly vicious cut lands down the side of her left thigh. "AWWWW MOTHER OF GOD!!
That hurts, JESUS!". Again her toes crisp unconsciously, snapping up and back in a tight c
shaped angular curl; up and back, spreading, lurching back to caress each other in
sympathy. They toss about each other too long. SLLAASSHHH!!, across the small of the back.
Her sweat drenched hair and head jerk back violently, spraying her back, tits and the
ground with a shower of salty effusions. "SONNOFABITCHHHH!!, FUCK, FUCK, AWWWFUCCKKK
MEEE!!! I CAN'T TAKE ANY MOREE!, SHIT, SHIT IN MY FACE SOMEONE, NO MOREE, EEEYIIEE, NO
MORE!!" She quivers and vibrates. Her legs and arms began to take a life of their own as
they become almost normally loose at this point. She claws at the dirt. The pain is so
intense that she is losing the ability to concentrate. Her surroundings are becoming a
blur as the torture heightens to mental instability. She is now swimming across the dusty
ground, digging in with her fingers, toes, knees, and elbows, unconscious to the grinding
clawing effect it is having on her injured front side. THAWWACK, SMMASHHH, CRUNCHH,
THERRWHACK, SLASHHH!! The blows rain down as she howls in insane raging terror at the
unprecedented assault to her back and now rolling ass. She heaves up on her hands and
knees, scurrying about in totally haphazard, unfocused directions. She is now temporally
insane with anguishing pain.

Deanna Winston is now no longer a sentient presence in this universe. Rather, she is now
nothing more than unrestricted electro/chemical surgings of synaptic responses to the
brutal unending violation of the now bloody rod.

WHACKK, THACCKKK, SLASHH, THERWACKK, four more blows added to the former 12 now drive her
back to the ground. Every dendron of her skin and muscles' nervous system is fully
charged. Half of the raised welts drip blood. Blood blisters form at the intersection of
several of them. The insane Dee rebounds to her knees. Her massive tits toss about in a
paroxysm of slapping rebounds, each slinging sweat and smaller amounts of fluid from a
number of now ruptured sun induced blisters. She is unfeeling of any of it. She is on her
feet and begins to run in an unseen, unfocused direction. The flaying, snapping, feeding
tube induces a minor flogging to her wildly tossing mams. The now seven-inch, one and a
quarter-inch thick cunt rod slams into her stomach and against her thighs. Her wild
running gyrations are inhibited to short strides by the restriction of her thigh-tied
outer cunt lips. They are so large and pliable that they can restrict the tearing that
would occur with a normal woman.

Ten more blows across her breasts, stomach and ass drive her back to her knees. The
outrageous clit rages out another quarter inch. THACKKKK!!!. The atrocious stick slashes
against the underside of the suffering thing with a sickening sound. It rebounds off Dee's
stomach, causing the attached bound-up inner lips to jerk in a variety of flopping
directions against her thighs and even against her lower ass cheeks. Dee is beyond mental
screaming or howling as she crashes to the ground in response to the merciless blow. Puke
spurts out the feeding tube. She is a withering insane mass of abused flesh. We, as well
as Dee, are now witness to the total authority and integrity of Mrs. Winston's focused
intent, and her promise to Dee, that this would be a ordeal from hell.

Five more cracking blows to Dee's legs and tits result in a ten second long, two-foot
projection of thin watery shit. Six more cause Dee to tense up in a rigid half minute,
paralyzed, prostrated splayed-out position on the ground. Then, with a violent suddenness
that startles even her mother, Dee's abused and now swollen, bloody ass rears up. With her
torso-squashed tits, face and shoulders still on the ground, she rears the rotund welted
spheres higher still with legs that are now pushed up to their full extent. Her toes dig
small troughs in the dirt as her semi-human body takes on the shape of an inverted V. Her
arms however, flail about in violent, jerky motions. Her dangerously bulging eyes stare
insanely from her motionless head. The ass is farting loud wet shit bubbles. It stops. Her
ass then begins quivering and rolling from the shivering and spastic jerks of her body. It
is almost an entity into itself. Her normally tight little ass hole opens several inches.
Her mother stares transfixed. Dee's ass vibrates faster as a huge solid turd flies out to
land three feet away. Immediately the clit begins to flex back and forth, stomach to
thigh, carrying the bundled inner lips along for the journey. This lasts for about a half
a minute, then stops. What followed causes even her mother to cover her mouth in
surpressed awe. Dee's bound up inner cunt lips begin to swell to an ungodly size. This is
followed almost immediately by numerous thin, long spurts of slimy roux. Each emanates
from the small open spaces between the 15 or so wire sutures that bind it up.

Dee is, yet again, experiencing the most intense orgasm of her life. It is the concomitant
reaction of the livid ungodly pain that is consuming her. It brings her back to the "Real"
world, which may or may not be an asset. Consciousness during an orgasm is something that
Dee will almost - but not always - experience, regardless of the monstrous abuse and
torture that will be her ubiquitous companion throughout her rich and rewarding life. She
will usually be a conscious witness to the mind and cunt melting orgasms that accompany
the foul bloodshed and rampant humiliation that is her future.

Her mother is astounded at the duration of Dee's shit inducing orgasm and the volume of
cunt juice that is still jetting out of the cavernous pit of her vagina. The violent
intensity of her pain is responsible for the massive internal seepage and accumulation.
Her cunt having contracted in an especially spastic manner ejaculated the cream outward to
the dam of the partially blocked labia minora. The latter expanded to an awesome dimension
before the goo could begin escaping through the suture holes.

The shitting, farting and straight legged, ass high in the air, arm jerking contortions
are the exhibits that confirmed that much of Dee's training would be aligned towards the
goal of repressing her orgasms in public, to the extent possible. She would also need to
learn how to cope with the increasing ridicule and abuse of others (mostly from women)
when in public.

Dee finally finished pissing out her juices during the 45-second orgasm. She fell limp and
exhausted to the ground. She received three hard blows to the top of her red, bleeding
ass. Her body jumped off the ground to the ground as if shocked but she remained still
afterward, too exhausted to react. She could only cry as she attempted to gather her
strength. Her mother poured additional replenisher in the bucket and replaced the feeding
tube. Dee sucked like a month old starving baby. Her catheterized bladder was now
screaming for release. Despite the constant sweating marathon, she had ingested enough
liquid to create a surplus in her dammed up bladder. It was beginning to become painful.

Dee was instructed to simply lie on her stomach for the remaining two hours. She was
informed that she could move slightly but not place her hands anywhere on her body. This
was especially true, she was informed, when she received a fresh cut of the rod every ten
minutes. During this time Dee was harangued for being a silly, stupid cunt-slobbering cow,
who could not keep her hands off her cunt and tits. She was ridiculed and reminded of the
many times she had been caught with one of her slimy feet in her mouth. In fact her unique
flexibility enabled her to shove over half of it towards her swallowing gullet. She was
reminded of how ridiculous she looked when caught with her thick clit between her
hand-guided feet. Dee was so suddenly surprised and embarrassed being caught by her mother
that night, that her cunt shot a wad of oil to the foot of the rubber sheeted bed. That
time her mother beat her for ten constant minutes with her grandfather's old, but still
firm, razor strop. It only served to heat Dee up to a mindless passion. When her mother
left the room she pulled on her stiff root and cunt lips for several hours. She contorted
herself sufficiently to fist herself way past her wrist and chew on her mouth compressed
toes at the same time. They showed the raw, red indentations of teeth marks for over a
week.

At the end of two hours Dee was sobbing at the reminder of her numerous and embarrassing
masturbatory acts. She also wailed silently during each of the 12 agonizing slashes of the
hickory rod. She was a human wreck. Her entire dirt covered body was raw, with hundreds of
puffy oozing insect bites. She was marked by at least 50 vicious cuts of the hickory
stick. There were several dozen-blood blisters distributed across her raw sunburned skin.
She was awash in sweat. Her hair was a totally wet, limp, mass of sweaty mud. It dripped
out of the sodden mop in a constant rain of wet dirt, covering her abused torso with a
chocolate milk like sheen. Over a hundred cuts and abrasions were attempting to scab over
from the agonizing torture of the rocks and broken glass earlier in the day. The skin
itself was a raw mass of painful burning agony. Its sun roasted, deep red surface was too
painful to stroke let alone suffer the torment of additional flogging that was her
imminent fate.

She fell to her knees, and wrapped her arms around her mother's legs in a supplicant
silent plea to be spared further agony. Her eyes implored. She rained dozens of dry
scabbed lipped kisses to her mother's feet and legs. She lay flat on the ground with her
face and mouth filling the narrow space between her mother's feet, while grasping her by
her ankles. Her terror had built to such an extent that she could actually be heard mewing
and grunting. It was total primal fear. Silently begging and weeping Dee was in abject
dread of the painful hell that her mother promised would shortly take place. Plaintive
moans could be discerned as she beat her head against the hard packed ground. She was so
fearful, that she attempted to let loose of her urine swollen bladder. Nothing was
forthcoming, neither piss nor sympathy. She was ordered to drink deeply from the bucket
and get to her feet.

Dee regained her knees and paused a slight moment to test her wobbly balance. SLAPPP!, she
reels backwards, almost losing her balance from the hard open-handed blow against her left
temple. "I said get to your feet Deanna, not rest your lazy rhino ass till midnight. Hell,
by then you will be watching the skin flying off your swollen bloody ass. See how swollen
it has gotten Dee? Can you imagine the beating it will have to endure to swell another
three inches? We are going to measure those obscene tubs of fat and those cow bags as soon
as we get to the barn. They are going to receive a lot of special attention tonight Deanna
and the attention will not cease until your humongous ass has swollen at least another
five inches. Not three, mama's little pain slut, but AT LEAST FIVE! I will decide later
the amount of blossoming your poor welted titties should get. You haven't forgotten that I
promised you would be very horrified at just how monstrous they would be before the night
is over have you? Poor sweetie, I know how much it pleasures you to fondle your huge
titties and pussy; watching them grow ever larger, and praying - Lord knows why - that
they would all grow even more. Well tonight even, you should be satisfied. The bad news is
that you will be too injured and weak to even reach out and touch them sweetheart. Anyway,
you would pass out from the pain at the slightest caress. In fact, I doubt that you will
want to do much caressing and touching at all. I also have special plans for your hands.
Poor little puss cunt, Mama will have to be careful not to rupture your titties too badly.
Actually, I will have to be careful not to drop you over the fence of permanent insanity.
I can promise that you will go temporarily mad from the pain Deanna. Steel yourself and
gather all you inner and external strength. You will need every molecule of reserve to get
through the rest of the night."

"I have arranged to take the next two weeks off. You will need my constant care to
recover. I expect it will be another week or so after that before you will be able to sit
down or walk very far. School should be starting about the time you began hobbling some.
Special arrangements will have to be made for your day to day situation at school,
especially during the first several months. We will attend to that later."

"Mmmrrhhh!!, uurragghhmmaaa!" Dee began babbling incoherently behind her massacred lips.
Her clit began to wither in terror and the near rupturing of her explosive bladder. "Now
on your feet this very instant Miss shit-for brains". Dee rose quickly, stumbling
backwards in the process. Her mother grabbed her wet, mud caked, stringy hair. She quickly
tied several crude, tight, braids and secured a long length of leather above the highest
one. She then took the remaining hair below, and knotted it around the leather and braids.
The 3-4 feet of remaining leather was looped tightly around Dee's elbows after they were
placed parallel to each other and pushed high up her back, just below her shoulder blades.
This pulled her head back almost as far as it would go. In addition to being painfully
uncomfortable it also totally restricted her forward vision. She was now staring upwards
and backwards. Her massive wobbling tits raged upwards. They were all she could see as she
focused downward as far as she could. As she stood trembling, her mother partially
tethered her by tying an 18-inch length of leather to both big toes. Her outer cunt lips
were released from her welted and bruised thighs. They remained partially stretched.
Ordinarily it would take several days for them to regain something akin to their original
shape and size. After tonight, it would take over a month for her entire vulva to begin
showing a semblance of its former self. Like her breasts, her cunt would be somewhat
permanently altered after tonight's ordeal.

Dee felt her mother attach something to the lower end of her wire-sutured inner cunt lips.
The bottom stitches were removed. Dee shuttered and dug her toes in the ground as the wire
was pulled painfully out of the bleeding convoluted lips. She felt a slight downward
pulling tension on the dangling flanges. "Move forward a little Deanna." Dee carefully and
blindly moved a foot or so forward. She gasped and froze as a sharp pain grabbed her
partially sutured inner lips. SLAPPP! She received a full force, open-handed slap on her
severely, sunburned-blistered ass. She jumped forward. "AIIIEEE! OH SHIT! My cunt lips!
That hurts. What the fuck?" "Keep moving Dee," her mother bellowed. Dee moved ever so
slightly forward. "OHH! CHRIST, my inside lips are gonna tear off. Gotta stop." THACKKK!!,
"GODDAMMNN!" Dee screamed inwardly, as the hickory rod blasted her across the top portion
of her ass. "I said to move, you fucking, meat-beating whore" Dee moved blindly but
steadily forward, dragging the single, twelve or so pound sandstone rock her mother had
tied to her inner lips.

"There you are Dee. Since you so enjoy pulling and stretching those obscene lips so much,
I thought you might enjoy a real pull and, with no hands necessary. Now pull your head
forward so you can see where you are going you stupid little ninny." Dee forced her head
forward, pulling her arms in a tendon wrenching position further up her back. She could
still only see her sweat-tossing tits. She stumbled, almost falling. THACKK... "NOOOO!!"
She catches the rod across the top of both vibrating bags. "For Christ sake Deanna pull
your ugly ass head down so you can see. This instant or you will get 10 more hard ones
across your hotdog nipples."

Dee's neck muscles strain and her shoulders creak as she slowly focuses on the barely
visible landscape ahead of her. She had been moving away from the barn. She turns slowly,
forcing her eyes down as far as possible to orient the terrain to her immediate front. She
can only see features 20 or so feet in front of her and that, at the cost of horrendous
agony in her upper arms, shoulders and neck. She plods forward in abject misery, wet with
blood and sweat, victim of over a hundred cuts, and half a hundred stripes and raised
welts. She is a true soulmate to any of history's most revered religious martyrs. Her
vaginal creases begin to sheen over and secrete a small new dribble across the insides of
her quivering outer cunt lips. Her tits, which are now swollen to a ponderous size,
flatten slightly as the inside surfaces smash into each other. They resound off her lower
abdomen, sides of her body and bound arms. On occasions of frequent stumbling, they will
bounce against the bottom of her downward straining chin and neck. Her erect nipples are
so long that they often take on separate directions of their own, bobbing and jerking like
small penises.

Dee's temporarily five inch partially flaccid clit has taken on its typical gooseneck
shape. It bobs and weaves with each agonizing step. This movement in concert with the
severe pull on her inner lips causes her entire vulva and pudendum to pull downward. This
only serves to increase the pressure against her now very dangerously full bladder. The
closed catheter dams it to a near-rupture condition. She is forced to stop. She begins to
hump her lower abdomen back and forth in a futile effort to toss out some of her piss. She
crosses her legs similar to when she was a little girl, jerking and taking little three
and four inch steps. She fucks the ambient air again, trying to lose just a couple of
drops.

"No matter how hard you try, you will not be able to piss until I open the catheter
Deanna. You have a choice: hold it until we get to the barn or let it out and take the rod
as long as it flows. I warn you, I will flay the shit out of you so long as it flows. If
you voluntarily stop the flow, I will cease the beating. If so much as a drop emerges, I
will continue the flogging. What will it be Deanna?" Dee falls to her knees and waddles to
her mother's feet. Her out-thrust tits squash against her mother's knees and lower thighs.
With her head already severely forced upward, she beseeches for mercy and leniency with
eyes that now bespeak utter torment and despair. The whole episode has left her most vile
and uncensored fantasies light years behind. She is screaming through the mouth tube and
sealed lips. She shakes her head sideways with the inch or so of slack available to her in
that direction.

An attempt is made to place her head against her mother's jeans at crotch level, in a
pitiful expression of supplication and reassurance. So great is Dee's need for mercy and
encouragement that she nearly dislocates her severely cramped shoulders in the process.
They rise an additional inch. She succeeds in a slight, light touch her mother's jeans
with her out-stretched chin. Her tear filled eyes beg for mercy and motherly compassion.
SLAPP! Her torso jerks right at the open-handed blow against her left cheek. SMACKKK!! - A
hard blow against the right cheek spins her in the opposite direction. "I asked you a
question Deanna Winston. I am damn tired of repeating myself." WHACKKK!!- Another one
against the left cheek. Dee begins another round of muffled screams. Her well-watered
system contributes a torrent of tears from her wildly beseeching eyes. She must get
immediate relief from her bladder. But she is also terrified of further torment from the
rod. She does not think she can stand another blow.

She underestimates herself. Her agony and humiliation are short-circuiting her judgement,
reasoning and short-term memory. CRACK!,WHAP!, WHAPPP!, SMACK!, CRACKKK!! She tumbles
prostrate on her left side. She is jerking and withering from fear and the agony that
emanates from her fully distended bladder. It burns with the intensity of being filled
with bleach. It will take only a few more drops of urine before the upper portion of her
urethra begins to tear. "You had better get a hold of yourself you filthy little bitch. DO
YOU WANT TO FUCKING PISS? GIVE ME A SIGN. NOWWW!!" Dee spasms at a sudden horrible pain in
her pee hole. It is beginning to ever so slowly rupture. A few drops of hemorrhaged blood
are added to the huge volume of urine. "NOWWW!!", she hears. The word registers. She gains
her mother's slightly worried eyes and blinks rapidly, even as she continues to hump her
lower body in violent back and forth bucks. Her swollen sacs flay the hard ground,
flinging sweat and dust.

Her mother places a knee on top of Dee's right breast and kneels down. The injured sac
mushes outward. It is so massive by now that the knee is absorbed by it. Dee continues her
dry fuck. Her mother leans harder into the crushed pap. It spreads out over the entire
left side of Dee's torso, touching the ground at her side. Dee halts her humping at the
new pain. "Stay very still Deanna. I have to connect this tube to the catheter." The tube
is a little over two feet long and 3/8 inch in diameter. She clamps it shut and removes
the impeder from the catheter. She quickly connects the tubing to the catheter. A violent,
rapid spurt of piss fires out in the instant between the transfer of the tube to the
catheter. The upper end of the slack tubing is taped to a quickly scrubbed portion of her
chest just below her throat. She is hauled to her feet.

"Now, start walking, you little shit bag. And remember you get the rod anytime I see piss
coming out the tube. I intend to deliver them as hard as I can. Dee wails silently.
Additional blood seeps into her bladder. The clamp is opened. Urine fountains out of the
tube three feet above Dee's tossing tits. The pressure is so great that it continues at
that volume for 15 seconds, splattering the hundreds of cuts, abrasions and broken
blisters with a continual supply of fiery, ammonia laced liquid. It was as if she had been
scalded with boiling water. She howls in silent anguish, staggering forward in stunned
unconscious momentum. SCHHUMMACKKK! A long welt forms across the bottom of her ass.
"NOOO!!!" CRACKKK! "ARRGUUGHH!!, FUCKKK! HELPP!". The blows continue as her still
distended bladder spews forth it contents, bathing her traumatized flesh with an acid-like
rinse.

She staggers towards the barn in the suppression of the day's overhead illumination. She
is a walking abomination; spewing piss drenches her upturned face and abraded body, arms
almost dislocated in an effort to see, and dragging a twelve-pound stone behind
dangerously stretched and now slippery, inner cunt lips. Not so amazingly, her clit has
emerged further from it thick, wet hood. Her inner thighs are the thoroughfares for an
expanding volume of sludge. So total is her masochism that she responds to the new
torments even as she is unconscious of it.

She has 400 yards to go. The rod rains down an additional 33 times. Eleven are across her
battered tits. They begin a new and visible swelling at the fresh assault. She is about to
fall from exhaustion and hellacious pain. Rather than fall, she forces herself to stop
pissing. Her bladder is still over half full but she can now contain it. As the blows
cease, she is better able to gain her stamina and strength. Her long toes curl and dig at
the dirt during each of her 18-inch steps.

She begins to feel the erotic tingle in her crotch, loudly slapping milk bags and grasping
feet and toes (as noted they are one of her essential erogenous zones). She also begins to
inspire herself with mental gymnastics of fortitude and endurance. It is the first of many
life-long inward crusades she will draw upon to exceed her suffering far beyond what a
normal pain-slut could endure. Her current condition would be life threatening to almost
all men or women. Instead, her strength and resolve increase proportional to her battered
condition. For sure, she is not as strong as when she awoke in the morning, but she is
building her reserve strength to make it to the barn. She will endure as best she can, the
rest of her promised near-deadly ordeal. The weeping ceases. The essence of Dee begins to
bud. She is not only different in body but also extraordinary in mind. She is a very
special creation of the original source of all universal energy called God. She is special
to herself, to her mother and to the very few special people who will someday, BE ALLOWED,
by Dee, to totally inhabit her physical, mental and emotional presence. Her unquestionable
spiritual existence will be a frequent and mutual cohabitation between only herself and
her real and fully understanding God.

She pulls her arms higher in excoriating distress. She staggers forward almost pridefully,
while pussy oil mixes with the dust between her toes to form special miniature mud balls
behind her. They mingle with the fresh shoots of broom straw and crabgrass in the wake of
her journey. They, along with the constant drips of her blood, are inertly enterprising
and nourishing. Dee takes and contributes. The barn beckoned.

She has now gained what might be considered her third or fourth wind and additional
self-awareness. Her cunt begins to burn in exotic concert with her ordeal. The little
bitch is beginning to lust now. She begins to contribute to her ordeal by consciously
releasing a high fountain of piss.

The results are as expected and desired. Five new welts appear across the center of her
swollen buttocks. They shock her with their hellish realism. Her ass is on fire again. She
lets out another fountain of urine. More blows assault her ass. She greedily absorbs them;
arching her continuously rolling cheeks outward in a rapacious plea for painful nutrition.
She must feed the expanding appetite of the seeping animal between her legs.

Her mother notices and understands what is transpiring. She delivers half a dozen to Dee's
upper thighs and six more to her back. Dee staggers under the impact. She ceases her
pissing to soak in the ruthless churning of her cunt and to shake off the dizziness and
shock inscribed by the sheer physical force and physical consequences of the blows.

She is in serious pain but continues to distill it towards an eminent orgasm. The injured
clit has stirred out of the protection of its convoluted wet hood. It is half-erect in its
goose-necked, bobbing exhibition. It flops mostly up and down in the direction of the
excessively rock-stretched inner lips, which are its sisters in agony.

The building orgasm and her will to endure, propel Dee forward towards the barn. It is now
about 200 yards away. She pulls her head forward and her arms upward painfully, in an
attempt to focus better in the fading light. The fire in her cunt pleads for fueling. She
pisses. Swish-Crack!, Zishh-Thawack! SMACKK!... CRACK, WHAPP, SMASHH; six more attack her
quacking buttocks and quivering legs. Blood spurts from a ruptured blood blister. Sweat
flings outward in a torrent.

"AIEEE... UGGEEE... AH!,AHH! Jesus that hurts, uhhhhh, uhh" she utters inwardly, trying
with much success to subsume the agony entirely within her constantly drooling cunt. Her
sopping vagina begins to spasm in short but strong contractions. Her juices have taken on
a higher viscosity. They now drool out of the fist sized hole in one and two foot
elongating thick snot-like wads, before being flung in a variety of directions onto her
legs, feet or the ground. Her fem dick is rigid now, smacking her shaved and plucked vulva
and stomach with new orchestrations of wet-sticky sounds. The cunt crescendo is fast
approaching.

Despite her physical agony, she again rears her ass outward, beckoning for additional
abuse. She pisses her last few drops. Her reward is six vicious cuts to the tops and
bottoms of her tossing tits. They crash back and forth in response, jumping in heaving
undulations against her pube, and each other. They even slide to a partial wrap around her
back, so swollen and huge they have become. The blows cause Dee to leap forward beyond the
extent of her hobbled feet. She falls heavily on her right side, taking almost all of the
force on her right tit. For an instant it compresses to an ungodly shape, mushing
outwardly in a rubbery mass that spans the entire distance between her shoulders and hips.
The compression is so abrupt and violent that an actual short fountain of liquid spurts
from the bulbous nipple.

The fall is so sudden and powerful that it forces almost all of the air out of her lungs.
The compression blows the plastic mouth-piece past her sealed and bloated lips. An
effusion of blood, puss and spit hemorrhages outward, pasting itself to her quivering body
and the dry surrounding ground. Devoid of air, her diaphragm heaves and spasms to supply
its sister lungs with the most essential of life sustaining elements. Dee is vocal now.
She spews and chokes. Loud, short, gasping noises escape her lips in her systems autonomic
effort to survive. Were she unconscious, the same results would occur. Her mother watches
with professional interest and concern. She knows that as long as Dee is not cyanotic
around the lips she will be okay.

Dee finally catches her breath and becomes as oriented as possible in the dying light. She
is still somewhat dazed. She glimpses her mother's feet and regains total awareness of her
situation. Rolling to her left side she gains her knees and rises to her feet quickly. She
still possesses good strength. Her right tit has sustained such a severe but non-lethal
trauma that it visibly begins to swell. A large irregular-shaped purple-hued bruise forms
on the outer perimeter. She gasps and moans as the initial numbing shock of the injury
presents her with searing pain in its departure. "AHHH! Mama, please rub it. Please! It
feels like boiling water is in my breast. Please rub it and make it stop hurting so much:
just a little, pleaseeee!"

"Why Deanna, it's so nice to hear your voice. You are rather mumbly but clear enough that
I hear you begging for less pain. Now, why would you all of a sudden want less pain after
sticking you elephant rump out the last fifteen minutes in an effort to collect more? You
and I both know that you are still close to cumming, even after that wicked fall. Look at
how big and hard your clit is Dee. I'm sorry, you can't see it can you honey?
Nevertheless, you sure as hell can feel it thumping your thighs and belly can't you?
Unless I do something to prevent it, you will be withering on the ground and spurting yet
another orgasm out to the world before we reach the barn".

"I got news for you little Miss Suffer-Slut. The world is well bored with your ridiculous
and selfish behavior. You must have had ten or more orgasms today. That's Goddamn plenty
enough. I told you that beginning today you would learn to control your greedy cunt
contractions. You were also told that you would get your slutty ass beaten to a pulp as an
warning that I am damn serious and that you will damn well succeed. This is fucking
serious Deanna. Now you want Mama to sooth your injured titty. WHAPPPP!! YIIIEEEIEE!!
Deanna falls to her knees after a vicious blow is delivered inwardly across the front of
her right areola just below the turgid nipple. "Oh God Mama don't hit my right titty
anymore. It burns like fire ah!,ah!, ughhh..." "AM I SERIOUS DEANNA?" her mother screams,
directly in Dee's ear.

"YES! DEAR GOD, YES MAMA!!" Dee screams back in a panicky lip-injured lisp.

"Then get to your feet immediately and tell me very, very convincingly that you will not
cum another time tonight." Dee struggles to her feet. The humiliation of her mother's
berating and the new agonies have churned her juices to a more voluminous and thicker
consistency. Now even her right bag is feeling erotic vibrations. Her masochism matures.
She knows it will be an impossible mission. She is a newborn infant in the world of erotic
control. She cannot lie to her mother. She begins crying.

She turns and faces her mother backwards so she can look in her eyes. Sobbing in rapid
gasp she sputters: "Oh Mama, please, please forgive me. I know I will not be able to do
it. I want to, for you I really want to but" (here her sobbing refrain takes on an
embarrassed, halting tone) "my p-p-pussy is on fire. Every time you hit me it grows hotter
and I can feel the juices seeping and spurting out of me. Oh pity sake Mama please let me
cum some more so I will not disappoint you. Pleasseee? If you give me permission, I will
not be disobeying you. I will take my punishment for being the selfish slut that I am. I
will be strong for you Mama. Even if I should die, I will ask God to always love you and
protect you Mama. I do not want to disobey and disappoint you Mama. Let me cum. I have to.
Just one more time. Ohhh, I can feel it trying to start now. Ahhh let me Mama. I won't be
able to hold it back. It's getting stronger." Dee was still too ignorant to realize that
the humiliating begging and pleading were added ingredients to her stew-pot cunt. She was
firing herself up via her pleading incantations.

Mature insight informs Dee's mother about what is transpiring. "I love you dearly Deanna
but your ordeal is fixed and awaiting. You will not cum, not even once. If you do you will
eat all of your meals directly out of the toilet as long as you live with me." Dee began
moaning in terror. Tears ran off the backside of her tilted head. She shuffled her feet
and legs in frustration and fear. Her cruciform toes scrapped the ground as her thighs
moved up and down in a prancing like cadence. Her crying evolved into a pitiful
soul-wrenching wail as her mother continued to berate her.

"Not even one tiny orgasm you slimy, oversexed, broad assed, cow-titty bitch. My God! Look
at you. Your clit is as rigid as a piece of angle iron and you have a foot-long pussy
goober hanging out of your mammoth cave right now. Jesus Dee, it's so thick that it just
keeps stretching and hanging, like the wet taffy they make at the fair. You are indeed one
turned on anguish-bitch aren't you?" She was purposely stirring Dee up with much success.
She drew the hickory rod back as far as she could with both hands and delivered her most
vicious blow of the day across the center of Dee's ass. Dee leaped forward. It was so
intense and livid that the pain only started registering several seconds later. The long
cunt snot landed in a ropy swirl several feet away. She screamed an octave higher than
anytime that day. It induced the first tremors of the long awaited orgasm. She felt as if
she had been seared by a 14-inch long branding iron. The equally long welt it induced was
already visibly rising and bleeding at several points. It would form a life-long faint
scar on Dee's ass.

Despite the horrible pain and injury it caused, Dee almost unconsciously thrust her rotund
ass back in a bid for the final caresses her cunt screamed for. It was not forthcoming,
not the rod or the starved for release. Her frustration was rampant.

"It is almost dark Deanna. We have to get to the barn quickly or neither of us will be
able to see." "Mama I have to cum. God almighty, you understand how it feels. My pussy is
cramping worse than any of my periods. Ahhhii, Shit Mama please hit me again, I'm sorry if
I embarrass you but you must beat me more. Please! Ohhh God help me I'm begging my own
Mama to hurt me so I can have a stinking cum, Ahhhuggee... I am so ashamed. Forgive me
Mama. I am a slut for real. Oh God I am worse than cow shit. CUM! Cummm... please,
pleasee... hit me hard just one more time. With your fist, hit me anywhere Mama. I cannot
stand the burning in my pussy. AHHHIII!! I'm cramping; it hurts too much Mama. OH God give
me some releifugghh... ugggg..." Dee had never been forced to prolong an orgasm for this
length of time. It was the first of many such agonizing ventures, some of which would
prove to be vastly more horrible than this event.

"Go Deanna, start running. I mean it. Run as fast as you can. It will take what is left of
your rational mind, off your cooking cunt and get us to the barn quickly. You have wasted
too much time pleading for your own selfish wants. NOW, MOVE!" Dee moans and flings more
pussy plasma and other secretions about as she begins her hobbled gait.

Her pet rock bounces along behind, pulling her stretched labia further away from her
quivering clit and pulsating cunt. They will now hang an additional 1/4 permanent inch
outside the vestibule of her abominable vulva.

The effort to see, and run safely, diminishes her internal rumblings somewhat. Mom knew it
would.