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

Chapter Six Barn Nightmare (Thumbtacks, Bicycle Chains and a Disgusting Fantasy)

Dee's Tao
Chapter Six
  Barn Nightmare (Thumbtacks, Bicycle Chains and a Disgusting Fantasy)

Dee enters the nearly dark barn winded, but in decent shape. Her neither region still
beckons but she can control it now. She is very thirsty. She is also covered with thick
sludgy patches of dirt, blood, piss and pussy emissions. Her mom turns on the bright
lights and prepares Dee for the night's promised ordeal.

Dee's mother has been anticipating this moment. She unconsciously licks her lips lightly
with the first half-inch of her narrow tongue. She brushes her auburn hair back with the
long, narrow, well kept fingers of her right hand. Her thoughts drift to what she has
planned and what she might do on the fly. "Ohhh!" She suddenly squeaks almost silently.
She tenses as a long forgotten spasm caresses her womb. "Oh God! No, she moans silently.
Do not let it be so." It's true however; not imaginary.

The morning epiphany has extended itself to reveal her new and evolving true nature. She
will derive pleasure inflicting punishment and pain where it is sought or required for
real and good purpose. She knows immediately that she would never raise her hand in
pursuit of such, where it is unwelcome or unneeded. She breathes a little easier knowing
that she is far from being a sadist. She is unsure, but unafraid. She will see how far
this twinge will travel. Her resolve and purpose towards her daughter's well being and
maturity is unshaken. She is focused and prepared to go forth as planned. Dee is about to
learn what real pain and pleasure is all about. Mrs. Winston has discovered a new and
valid presence within herself, that will enhance a most solid and mutually benefiting
future for her and her beautiful daughter. She weeps lightly and briefly in anticipation
of the approaching lessons of love and lust. The tears are quickly whisked away as she
prepares to clean Dee of the day's flotsam and jetsam.

Dee was still catching her breath from the exertion of the hobbled run. It cooled her
passion somewhat but her clit was still rigid and a new thick dollop of snatch-snot began
oozing down her leg. The carnal flushing of her cunt and the recent physical exertions
triggered her new thirst. Sweat and blood had mixed with the dirt and dust to form a thin
sheet of pinkish-brown liquid. It intermingled with the pus of several ruptured blisters,
issuing downward in small puddles around her shuffling feet. She surveyed the large
wooden-floored room. It had been a all purpose place to store various farm implements,
surpluses of hay and a medley of solvents, crop chemicals and engine lubricants.

Her legs weakened when she noticed a number of horrible looking implements lying on the
workbench. Some were not common to this room. Others were crude homemade looking devices.
Even Dee's untutored eyes fluttered at the potential savagery they could inflict. She
moaned in real fear and unquenchable lust.

" As you can see, I have been very busy while you were lazing around catching some rays
Dee. Do you appreciate the special tools I put together for you in such a short period? I
was never the craftsman your father was but I think they will get the job done. Besides,
how can a mother refuse a slutty, dung heap, daughter's request for pain and agony when so
many instruments are at hand to make it possible? Yes indeed my little cow-cunt baby,
there will be pain. I invite you to scream, screech and snort as loud as possible for it.
Mama will not be embarrassed. I fully understand what you need and why."

Dee squirmed in her painful bondage and began weeping softly. "That's the good news honey.
The flip side of the good news coin is that soon enough you will be pleading and screaming
for me to stop. You will no doubt know, that you are just before dying if I do not stop. I
will not. As strong as you are, you will still faint. I will stop then, but only long
enough to revive you with stimulants. When you faint again I will revive you using a
stronger stimulant if necessary. I have three strengths Dee. When I can no longer revive
you with the strongest, or you have lost too much blood, then I will stop."

"Mama will not let you die sweetheart. I am too skilled and in love with you to let that
happen. I will keep a close eye on you sweetheart." She instinctively alternated between
insults and endearments to keep Dee at an emotional imbalance. It was a small but
important ingredient that would add to the success of Dee's future.

She then cut the ties between Dee's arms and head. The cords to her stretched inner lips
were let loose. The 12 pound rock rested passively on the strange environment of the
splintered wooden floor. Dee's arm creaked in burning pain as she slowly let them rest at
her side. It took her several minutes to raise her head to a normal position. She was
given three full glasses of sports drink, which she consumed voraciously through cracked
swollen lips. "Oh God that is good. Thank you Mama." "You are welcome sweetheart. I want
you well nourished, rested and cleaned up before we get started." Dee was already feeling
better. She has remarkable recuperative prowess.

Dee is instructed to climb into a 55-gallon drum of steaming soapy water that is simmering
over a large, heavy-duty butane burner. She requires assistance. The day's ordeal is not
to be scoffed at. She has sustained much injury. She is very stiff and cramped. Though
regaining some strength and feeling better, she requires a step stool and her mother's
hand. Her tits, which roll and slap against each other in the process, have swollen to a
massive size. They rest midway between her dry blood-filled navel and her pubes. Her rigid
and often flexing clit smacks the lower cleavage of the dripping paps. The beet-red
areolas have been beaten to the size of halved footballs. The nipples imitate a half-hard
cock. They hang down almost three inches and sway in floppy independent directions. Her
long toes knuckle up and splay widely as she stands tiptoed to ease one leg at a time in
the hot, soapy water.

Immediate trouble is encountered. Dee's normally wide ass has swollen immensely from over
60 vicious cuts of the hickory stick. Her mother notes that it will be an impossible fit
and instructs Dee to help siphon and carry the water to an old, large trough in the
corner. New water is added to the drum. The burner is turned up.

Dee is ordered to lay in the hot water and simply soak. Her head is held under several
times. It is not released until Dee begins to blow bubbles and struggle wildly. The clit
stays rigid despite the 110-degree temperature of the water and rough treatment. Even
though two feet deep and very wide, Dee's tits protrude above the surface of the water.
She is ordered to turn over. It is a painful and difficult maneuver. She succeeds. The
wooden surface of the trough is very abrasive against her burning and still swelling
breasts.

After a fifteen-minute soak, Dee begins receiving her second scrubbing of the day. It is a
more gentle cleaning than the one on the porch. Her mother prefers to reserve the
rupturing of the numerous pus, water and blood filled blisters with instruments other than
a stiff bristled brush. She soaks an additional ten minutes. She is beginning to feel
almost good.

Dee is instructed to rise and stand beside the trough while her mother gently lathers her
with a series of antibiotic creams. It is applied from the bottoms of her feet to her
forehead. A tetanus injection is administered. She is instructed to sit on the stool
motionless with legs spread wide, for fifteen minutes. Large volumes of liquid refreshment
are given to her. Her mother's next order shocks Dee.

"Start playing with your twat Deanna. Do it just as you do when you are alone and do not
think I know what is happening. Only do it harder and much rougher than normally. I want
you to try and rip that freaky root right out of your body. Stretch those slimy lips
further than they have ever been and stuff your oily vagina wider and deeper than you
think is possible. Do not fuck around you filthy cunt farting whore. You better put on a
good show. Pretend you are being forced to do it on the stage in front of all your lovely
compassionate school chums. Everyone is hooting and waiting Deanna. They want to see how
far you can really squirt your feminine sludge across the stage floor. DO IT Miss piss
mouth. NOW!!." Predictably, her mother's haranguing ignites Dee's passions a step higher
than a minute ago. Her head flies sideways several times in response to four hard slaps to
her face. "I said to start jerking off, you perverted bag of horse shit." POW... SMACK...
CRACK!! Three more are delivered to the left side of her face.

Her breathing quickens as she reaches under her huge tits as best she can to grab the
injured and bruised clit with one hand and one of her slippery outer lips with the other.
It is almost impossible to move her arms because while sitting her tits rest very heavily
on her lap. They are simply too heavy to move with enough vigor to masturbate as ordered,
let alone as she normally does. They are also too heavy to shove to either side, which is
her usual maneuver.

"I can't do it Mama. My breasts are too heavy. I'm sorry. Please forgive me. All I can do
is wiggle my fingers just inside my crack." "CAN'T? Goddamitt, Deanna, I told you not to
ever use that word. You fucking little cunt licker. You will regret that. And, you will
especially regret not doing as I ordered." Dee stiffened. She had never licked anyones
cunt in her life; had never even though about having such an affair with another girl.
Without thinking Dee blurts out, "Mama please don't call me a cunt licker. I am not that
kind of girl. I have never gone down on a girl in my life." Smack! Whappp! Crack!...
Smack! Smack Crack!... Whap!... Whapp!... Whappp... CRUNCH!! Dee is dizzy and reeling
after the ten blows are delivered. The last was a closed-handed fist to her left eye. It
is bruised but will not swell shut.

"Do I fucking believe my ears? Do you dare to speak back to me? Do you dare to fucking
dispute what I say? Worst, DO YOU GODDAMN PRESUME TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO? Well BITCH, do
you?"

"N-nn-oo Mm-am-aa. Ohh Go-dd, I'mm ss-orr-yy." Dee was terrified. Her eyes darted wildly.
Toes contorted unconsciously. 'You are such a snatch spewing asshole Deanna. If I tell you
something you can damn well know it is true. Believe me, before this night is over you
will be a leg wobbling cunt licker. In fact, you will be a glutton for it."

Dee shuttered and her stomach began to roll in disgust. "Dear Jesus, she wailed silently.
Mama is going to make me lick her pussy. Noooo! I cannot do it. I will not. I will simply
let her kill me. I will cut my own wrist. I will not lick my mama's pussy. Oh, dear God
please do not let it happen. My Mama is not a lesbian. Even if she is now, she cannot make
me do it. It's not going to happen. I promise you God I will visit you before it does.
Please forgive my Mama if she wants me to do it. Please?"

"Get you worthless disobedient ass over to the table. No! Do not walk, crawl on your slimy
belly you shit faced cunt. "Dee's crotch began to itch as she sobbed herself prone on her
tits more than her stomach. She stiffened as they flattened out to each side of her torso.
It was enough to enable her thighs to contact the floor. She began the slow difficult and
hurting crawl across the splintered floor. It was exactly as if someone was sticking
toothpicks in her tits. It only served to fire her up more. In addition, she was crawling;
a most humbling and humiliating circumstance.

She often fantasized about having to crawl on her hands and knees or belly in front of her
jeering classmates, towards some disgustingly ordered goal. Once she had masturbated for
hours conjuring up a wild fantasy of being forced to jerk off while completely naked, in
front of the entire school. She was ordered by Peggy Catchings to leak and spew as much
cunt cream as possible in half an hour. Dee achieved orgasm after orgasm while envisioning
the phantom affair, in this very room.

There she was jerking, pulling and stretching her huge vulva and monster clit in front of
the entire school, dripping and spurting thick, voluminous gouts of vaginal roux in the
dirt. Peggy Catchings began beating her constantly rolling ass with a two foot long, many
holed board that the class kept for satirical display in the front hall. It hurt like hell
but Dee reared back in acceptance and need for more.

The derisive hoots and insults ("Moo, fist fucking bitch, monkey-toed slut, jack-off
queen... Goddamn tit tossing scummy whore...") The louder and worse they spilled the
insults out of her fantasy, the more violent her gaping hole would contract during the
real world attention she was giving it. She recalled that part of the fantasy where Peggy
Catchings had handed the board over to Fred Sparks, the school strong man. Peggy had
blasted her over fifty times. All of them registered as less than consequential compared
to the first delivered by Freddie.

Freddie had slammed her with a double-handed, full strength effort across the center of
her red swollen ass. The crack was so loud that it drowned out the jeering. All was silent
for a few brief moments. It was so sudden and violent that it knocked Dee forward ten feet
before she fell hard to the ground in stunned shock. It hurt so bad that she could only
stare bugged eyed at the crowd. The sheer intensity of it started at her ass and radiated
throughout her whole body. She uttered a long high-pitched 20 second scream from hell and
began bucking and tossing in the dust and on the concrete sidewalk. She was a paroxysm of
tossing tit flesh and flopping joints. The crowd began cheering and chanting again at a
higher octave. In her livid dream and real world, Dee's hand dove deep into her gummy
cave. She pumped hard almost to her elbow in an extreme humped over position. Orgasm built
upon orgasm. Peggy Cummings and six other girls were required to restrain her.

She was ordered to run the 50 yards or so to an oak tree as fast as she could. She did so;
injuring and bruising her hot flopping bags in the process. They slammed and tossed off
each other in very violent contortions, so large and heavy that she frequently stumbled
sideways in an effort to maintain her balance.

From the tree, she was ordered to crawl on hands, knees, and her belly to the dirt and
cunt-juice soup she had created during her 30-minute jerk-off campaign. She started on her
hands and knees, followed by Freddie who drove her hard to the ground every ten or fifteen
seconds with two handed crunches that were only slightly less intense than his first blow.
She screeched but regained her hands and knees. Her long drooping dugs now bounced off the
ground. WHAMM! "YEIIIEE... EEE,URRGGHH." Down she went, slamming the ground with such
intensity that she literally rebounded upward several inches. She was in severe pain and
trouble. But, she was also in ecstasy. Those behind her noted the constant drool she left
behind her. Peggy ordered her to her belly. The trail became noticeably more viscous and
wider. "Now she can be the true cunt leaking slimy slug she has always been" shouted
Peggy. The crowd roared. Dee's imagination and corresponding fantasy were vivid. She
strangled out another big O.

Freddie continued his ruthless beating as she struggled across the campus on her tits and
belly. Now when he slammed her she would rebound upward over a foot. Sometimes the blows
were so vicious that the wind would be knocked out of her and they would kick her until
she regained it.

By the time she finally made it to the snotty swamp of her own creation, she had received
over 150 inventive blows to her mushed-up pulpy ass. She imagined what it must have looked
like to her jeering classmates after 150 smashes by Freddie. Her vivid imagination
conjured up the vision of a massive and bloody carcass that was almost three feet wide in
her hands and knees position. It was so massacred that she shrieked continuously. Long
bloody pieces hung off it. Blood and fat juices dripped off in a constant basting of the
ground.

Her screams intensified somehow when Peggy - a truly sadistic bitch - slowly pulled off
four of the dangling, swinging strips of ass meat and tossed them in the muddy cunt stew.
"Now! Deanna cow-cunt, eat your lunch. Quickly now, lunch break is almost over." She
nodded to Freddie, who, by now had worked himself up into a stinking sweat. He winked back
and gave Dee the most vicious blow of the day. She hit the ground so hard that she busted
her front two teeth and bloodied her lips horribly. Her tits compressed far beyond her
arms. Her screaming ceased with the concomitant loss of breath. She began withering and
gasping.

Freddie sat on her shoulders and began whacking her ass with quick short stroked blows.
Blood, pus and sweat flew all over him and Peggy Cummings. A bloody strip of Dee's ass
stuck to Peggy's cheek. She was not even slightly disgusted. She smiled and dropped it in
the muddy cunt stew. Dee was hauled to her feet. She had to be supported by Freddie and
Peggy. They forced her to squat over the slimy cunt stew and contribute the additional
ingredients that were spilling off her flayed ass. The puddle was soon a two or three
quart sickening concoction of blood, vaginal slime, and sweat. A token of pus, a cup of
piss she was forced to release, and five thumb-sized strips of ass meat completed the vile
mess.

The crowd had recently hushed in shocked and even some concerned amazement. This had far
exceeded their expectations. "Are you ready to chow down bitch, whore" Peggy shouted
scornfully. Deanna's cunt began to dribble again as she weakly responded "yes ma'am"
"What?" screamed Peggy. "JESUS! She really is a putrid dog-shit slut. The fucking bitch
actually wants to eat her own pussy slobber and ass meat. Fucking hell Deanna, you even
disgust me." "Please Peggy, unhh. Please ma'am," screeched Dee. "I can't wait. Let me have
it. I won't leave a drop, urrgg. GLOPP!" She dropped her face in the vile mess and began
devouring it with loud slurps and sucking noises.

Dee had her clit in a death grip as she sucked a rigid nipple and three inches of
masticated areola while envisioning the horror and ultimate shame of gulping the gruesome
fantasy meal in front of her classmates. She even envisioned the teachers smirking
arrogantly as she filled her stomach. A few ounces of dry dirt were also consumed to
insure she had ingested every drop. She was very near an orgasm in front of everyone just
as she was kicked in the cunt so violently by Peggy that her foot was absorbed to the
ankle. Dee began to cum instantly in the fantasy, as she was jerked to her feet. The crowd
screamed in disbelief. She jerked and withered in Freddie and Peggy's arms as her
contracting cunt fountains a half a dozen gushes of now thin oil several feet in front of
her. Then the vile insults started all over again. She wailed and sagged on legs too weak
to hold her up. They dropped her and ordered her to crawl to the parking lot with her
right fist stuffed up her cunt.

"Oh Jesus," she sighed at the conclusion of the imagined erotic horror, "what would they
think if they knew how much I do enjoy gobbling my pussy cream. Maybe they know I really
do love pussy juice after that sadist Peggy Cummings made me slurp it off the toilet stall
and told everyone. Lord help me, I cannot face them again. But, God almighty, how I would
love to have my ass beaten raw in front of them for real. Shit, I am confused. Maybe one
day I can find a way to have to crawl in front of them with my long dangling tits dragging
the ground. Oh, that would be so embarrassing and lovely."

Dee jerked herself away from the memory of the fantasy. Here she was for real, crawling on
her belly, across the splintered floor. She left a thin trail of slime behind her. She
smiled in familiar recognition as her mother berated her with references of being a human
slug.

Ordered to stand, she shivered in real fear and erotic spasms at her second but closer
look at the instruments of horror her mother had laid out on the waist-high work- bench.
Merciful mother of God, I won't survive the night if she uses some of those on me.

"Place your hands face up on the bench Deanna. If you have decided that it is a sheer
impossibility to masturbate when ordered, then I will fix it so that it will damn well be
impossible to even touch yourself let alone pull your puss. Keep your nasty hands still."
Again, the potential genius of her mother's new persona demonstrated itself. How?

She ingeniously began attaching a large supply of common thumbtacks to the surfaces of
Dee's fingers and palms. She used a high-grade epoxy on the broad heads of the tacks and
the cleaned surfaces of Dee's hands. Soon they could not even be pulled or knocked off.
She would have to soak her hands in a special solvent to remove them. By the time she was
finished, Dee was the recipient of over thirty thumbtacks on each hand. The process was
repeated on the backside of each hand also. After all one can do the feel-good any number
of ways with inventive hands. Dee now had over 150 sharp thumbtacks securely attached from
the tips of her fingers to the halfway point of both forearms. "Now, miss slutty,
disobedient bitch, try jerking off now. Go ahead lift your tits and suck that giant
nipple."

Dee shook in nervous uncertainty. She knew it would certainly hurt but was unsure of how
much. "DO IT DEANNA!" NOW!! Dee sucked in a large volume of air and splayed the fingers of
both hands around the massive bottom portion of her left tit. Seventy or more sharp tacks
immediately puncture the swollen welted bags. "Ahhhhh shit Mama that hurts too much. I
have to let go. She stumbles back in shocked amazement at the degree of agony the tiny
demons can deliver. She shifts her hands in an attempt to maintain balance. The tit and
she both scream as the tacks gouge in new directions.

"Do not let go Deanna. If you do, I will force you to do it again. Lift that mutant tit
and suck it until I say stop." Dee knew the tacks had penetrated all the way. As such, she
strained to lift the inflated 15-pound monster with a minimum of lateral hand movement.
"Eee-ee-ee-yaa, Ugggh-hh. It's too heavy Mama. I'm not sure if I can do it." She
intelligently avoided "can't." "The hell you say Deanna. One day they will be that large
or larger permanently. What will you do then? Lift it and suck it." Dee grits her teeth
and hauls the flaming red areola towards her receptive mouth. The sphere is so swollen and
large that it is very difficult to fold across the middle, thus enabling the stiffing
nipple to approach her mouth at the correct angle. Her arm muscles strain. The tacks dig
as her fingers and forearms are forced to shift. Normally she long ago could feed her
rigid nips to her mouth without having to bend her head down a single inch. At this moment
she was forced to meet it half way so unyielding had it become. She shifted her hands and
forearms in agony so as to place her elbows on her torso. She succeeds by shoving the
right tit partially to the side. Now she has gained an extra degree of fulcrum. She
latches on greedily. She has not chewed on her tits in over a day. The tacks are a fading
dull ache.

She as usual, chews and sucks in loud slurping abandonment. Her pussy leaks. She begins to
dry fuck the room, gurgling and grunting in the process. She is losing herself in a
tit-sucking frenzy. Two and three inch long strings of juice begin to spurt from her slit,
in concert with the increased tempo of her dry-fucking and sensual moans. Her mother
smiles. "That is quite enough Deanna. Stop." Dee continues in hypnotized sexual passion.
Smash! She is stunned to reality by a horrendous blow across her shoulders from the
three-tailed cat her mother has fashioned from bicycle chains. She howls as this newest
torment assaults her. It knocks her forward, depleting most of the air in her lungs. The
heavy tit is ripped from her hands. It falls with a heavy thud against her lower abdomen,
causing her to fall back a little.

"How do you like the bicycle chains, shit face? Don't you know that stop means to cease.
Just think how you must surely spurt when I lay into your tits and ass with this. I am
sure you can not wait. Damn! Your back is bleeding in half a dozen places just from that
one blow."

Dee gasped and regained her breath. Her tits were bleeding from several dozen small
puncture wounds. However, it was her back that screamed for relief from scorching agony
now. Her legs wobbled as she arched backward in a feeble attempt to lessen the hurt. Had
she not been able to move, she would certainly be convinced that her back was broken. And,
her mother was promising her more. "Oh shit Mama don't beat me with those chains again.
For God's sake, you do not know how that felt. You will surely kill me if you use them.
Use grandpa's whip that you brought or that horrible board with the nails in it. GODDAMN!
It's killing me. Not again, please, not the chains again... I beg you."

"Fuck you Deanna, I could give a shit how you hurt or how much you will hurt. I promised
you more pain than you could imagine. Hell, the chains are not the worse you will endure
tonight you dumb-ass, pus pot. Now get over here and get measured. Remember I promised
many added inches to your ludicrous tits and ass."

Dee regained her resolve and steeled herself for the ordeal that was fast approaching. Her
mother quickly made the measurements with an extra long tape measure. "Son-of-a-bitch Dee.
All of today's swelling has surpassed even my expectations. At the moment you must surely
possess the world's most freaky body. Shit! No one would believe this. Your nice normal
61FF's are now an obscene 70 whatever. Probably at least a double H. Damn! Well, I think
we can go another five inches, don't you? That's only a couple of inches each, which is
not so much when you consider how huge they are. Why its only about five percent. Yes!
Seventy-five is a good number. Lets go for it, okay Deanna?"

Dee quickly lost her new resolve at the dispiriting and horrific news. She began bawling.
"Mama they hurt so much now. How will I stand to have them beaten to an additional five
inches? They will droop past my pussy. "Indeed they will cave-cunt. We will not stop until
they hide your pitiful pussy." Dee heaved in despair. "Noooo-oooo. Help me someone help,
help."

"Now its time to measure your tubby ass honey. I believe the Doctor determined that you
were exactly forty-two inches. Well guess what? You are now a champion size forty-nine.
Why that's only a measly, seven inches darling. Certainly, your ass is capable of
expanding more than your sensitive milk bags. If they can make it another five inches
surely, your ass can make at least eight. I just know that each of those tight wobbly
spheres can spread up and out at least four inches each. Considering what I have planned,
including the bicycle chains dear heart, it will be a breeze. Hell I might even go for
ten. You are a stronger bitch than you think. You will do just fine. Just think how you
would look in a girly magazine Deanna. 'Freaky Fraulines, This issue featuring the
wonderful obscene freak queen of the universe- Miss Deanna 75-24-57 Winston.' Did I say
twenty-four. Hell we can do better than that. Here let me put on this little leather
girdle that I threw together. It's very simple. I just punched twenty pairs of holes every
half-inch along its ten inch width. All I have to do is lace it up as tight as you can
stand and you will have a new waist measurement to accentuate your somewhat
disproportional hour glass figure."

Dee's shoulders sagged in resigned defeat as her mother began lacing up the crude girdle.
At twenty inches, Dee gasped in pain. Her mother stopped at eighteen when Dee began
screeching in agony. She compassionately let out another half inch. Dee felt blessed.
There she stood; a veritable depraved and unbelievable display of vulnerable plenitude. A
young lady whose current measurements were an astonishing 70-19-49, with more to be added
via a forthcoming torture that would have done Torquemada proud.

She shuffled over to the waist high bench in shoulder slumped depression, mumbling to
herself half coherently about being killed by her mother, being too large to fit into a
nice coffin and Peggy Cummings pissing on her grave. "Its time to start sweetheart. Now
stop crying. I think this will bring you out of your funk."

To Be Continued- If You Wish